Immortal Moon by June Stevens

nominal protection
being inside the city walls gave.
    “So, we still have at least two hours before
dawn,” I said.
    He grinned and leaned back against the wall.
“Yep, two very long hours.”
    I stood and walked over to him, sliding my
hand seductively up his chest. “I guess we’ll have to find a way to
pass the time,” I purred in my most coquettish voice.
    He didn’t need any further invitation.
     

 
     

    Jarrett
grabbed me and pulled me against him, his mouth coming down on
mine. All pretense was gone. The kiss started out hot and heated up
with every passing second. I slid my arms around his neck, tangling
my fingers in his hair. Sliding his hands under my bottom, he
lifted me up.
    “Wrap your legs around my waist and hold
on,” he growled into my neck.
    “My pleasure,” I replied, doing as he’d
ordered.
    He moved towards the door we hadn’t gone
through earlier and deftly navigated the steep stairs with me
pressed against his chest. Within seconds I was deposited on a wide
bed that seemed to be built into the wall. I let go as he leaned
back, left me on the bed, and peeled off his shirt. My mouth went
dry.
    “I don’t want to be crass, but I need to get
out of these clothes. I’m not sure how much playing I can do the
first time, I want you pretty badly.”
    Hot balls of fire ricocheted through me.
Whether it was that he said “first time” or the pure need in his
voice, I was definitely in sync with his feelings. As he stripped,
I made short work of my own clothes, thanking my lucky stars the
corset I’d chosen to wear tonight had hook and eye closures in the
front so I didn’t have to endure the time-consuming chore of
unlacing it.
    After tossing my clothes aside, I paused to
watch Jarrett as he pulled off his boots and pants and then walked
towards me. Damn the man was glorious. Tall, broad shouldered, and
every inch of him packed tight with muscle. Every single inch. I
shivered, knowing I was as ready for him as he was for me.
    I reached down to start the process of
removing my boots when he said, his voice thick, “Leave them
on.”
    I grinned up at him and leaned back, feeling
sexier than I ever had in my life. I spread my legs in invitation
and before I could blink, he was there, kneeling between my thighs,
holding himself above me with one arm on either side of me. I slid
my arms around his back, loving the feel of his smooth skin and
hard muscles. I pulled him down so that his chest pressed against
my breasts.
    “I don’t need a lot of play either, I just
need you,” I told him.
    He leaned back and looked down at me, his
gaze smoldering. “Well, a little play,” he said, a sexy smirk
curving his lips, and then his mouth was on mine, drinking me in,
before sliding down to my ear and throat.
    “Don’t…” I started.
    “Don’t bite. I know.” He pulled his mouth
away from my neck and looked up at me, his eyes burning with
desire. “Don’t worry, I don’t think either of us needs to be
drugged to make this feel good.”
    He punctuated his last statement by moving
his mouth to my breast and grazing it with his teeth. Alternating
from breast to breast, he sucked and licked until I thought I’d
turn into ashes. “Enough, Jarrett. Now, please.”
    He gave a sensual, husky laugh. “Demanding
little thing, aren’t you?”
    “Yes,” I gasped, digging my fingers into his
back and pushing my hips up to him.
    He groaned with pleasure and wordlessly slid
into me. We moved together, our hands and mouths touching, tasting,
and exploring as we plummeted towards release. It could have been
hours, it could have been mere minutes. I wasn’t sure. Time had
evaporated. All I knew was the feel of Jarrett against me and in
me. Then heat engulfed me, my body tensed, and wave after wave of
intense pleasure washed over me. Without realizing what I was
doing, my nails dug deeper into his back and my teeth sank into his
shoulder. A few moments later, Jarrett’s muscles clenched under