Red Moon by Elizabeth Kelly Page B

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hand down his abdomen and wrapping her fingers around his cock.
    He groaned, his own hips thrusting helplessly as she stroked
him firmly.  She kissed his neck and then ran her tongue along his
collarbone, tasting the saltiness of his skin as he inhaled sharply and slipped
his longest finger inside of her.  She stared sightlessly at the ceiling
above her as he rubbed her clit with his thumb and slowly slid his finger in
and out of her.
    “Please, Tristan.”  She moaned, her hand squeezing
around his cock.
    He pushed her gently on to her back and she parted her
thighs eagerly as he knelt between them.  She wrapped her legs around his
waist and urged his body down onto hers.  He reached between them and
positioned his cock at her warm, wet opening.  He pushed into her,
groaning at the feel of her smooth walls, and she cried out with
pleasure.  Immediately, warmth and power flooded through him and he
stopped as he remembered what Maya had said to him.
    “Don’t stop.”  She pounded him lightly on the back and
arched her hips against his, taking him fully inside of her.
    “Wait, girl.”  He gasped out.
    “Why?”  She muttered.  “Tristan, I don’t want to
stop.”
    “Are you – are you trying to heal me?”
    “What?”  She groaned.  “For the gods sake,
Tristan!  No!”  She moaned in frustration and kissed him frantically,
thrusting her tongue into his mouth.
    “There’s nothing to heal.  I swear it.”  She
whispered against his mouth.  “We’re so good together… can you not feel
it?”
    He stared down at her.  Her face was flushed with
colour, and her light green eyes were shining with excitement and need. 
The dark circles under her eyes were completely gone and she was practically
glowing with pleasure.
    She smiled up at him.  “Make me feel good, Tristan –
please.”
    He groaned and plunged in and out of her, leaning down to
kiss her as he propped himself on his hands above her and began a steady
rhythm.  She made small sounds of excitement and pleasure, her hands
clenching and unclenching on his chest as she met him stroke for stroke.
    As her smooth walls squeezed and released his cock
repeatedly, his groin tightened and he began to lose his smooth easy movement
within her.
    “Avery…”  He groaned.  “I’m so close.”
    “Me too.”  She panted.  “Don’t stop.”
    He thrust harder and her moans grew steadily louder until
her body suddenly stiffened under him and she came with a loud, hard cry. 
Her muscles clenched tightly and as she climaxed around him, a powerful wave of
such intense pleasure surged through him that he came immediately.  He
shuddered and moaned above her, desperately trying to control the urge to
shift, until he collapsed weakly against her.
    He breathed harshly, resting his head on her breast as she
stroked his long hair until he finally forced himself to roll off of her. 
She curled up against him like a small cat. 
    “What in the name of the gods was that?”  He whispered,
staring at her with a combination of shock and awe.
    She coloured slightly.  “What?”
    He stared down at her, his chest heaving for air.
 “I’ve never felt anything like that before.”
    She stared solemnly at him for a few seconds before her face
broke out in a huge grin.  “You’re welcome.”
    They had been lying together quietly for over an hour, Avery
believed that Tristan had fallen asleep, when his voice drifted out of the
darkness.
    “How many men have you been with?”
    She hesitated and he squeezed her gently.  “Tell me.”
    “Only one before you.  He worked for my father. 
We were together a few times.”
    He stroked her bare back leisurely.  “Only a few
times?” 
    He frowned at the ceiling and when he spoke again, it did
not seem to be directed at her.  “How in the gods did he resist?  How
it feels to be inside of you…I’ve never felt anything like it.”
    She stiffened against him.  “This was a one-time thing,
my