Black Moon Draw

Taking his cheeks in my hands, I rise up on my tiptoes and kiss him hard, sliding my tongue between his lips to taste him once more. His response is instant and he deepens the kiss, his velvety tongue moving expertly against my lips and inside my mouth. Any second thought fizzles and disappears, along with the emotions and barriers that have guarded me for years.

The feeling rising in their place is one of pure joy, happiness I've never experienced, a sense of being where I belong so intense, it anchors in my soul.

"My god," I breathe, dropping onto my heels. The sense I experienced when I first saw the emerald hills is back, piercing me to the core.

Home. It's not just the place - it's the man.

"'Tis the bonding, I believe," he whispers, temple against mine. "Did I not tell you to cease fighting your destiny?"

"You also threw me out of a tree," I point out breathlessly. I can't help it - I'm crying, laughing, aching so badly to feel his skin, I can't think of anything but feeling him inside me as he claims me, running my hands over every inch of the warm, smooth, fragrant skin coating his incredible body. To smell, touch, devour . . . I need him in a way that goes much deeper than physical lust. I need him to be a part of me, to become one.

"I need you too much to be gentle," he says huskily. His palms skim down me, one hand going to my ass and pulling me hard against his straining cock. He's long and thick.

"I don't care," I gasp, already lost to him. "Wreck me. I'm yours."

With a growl that doesn't sound human, he claims my lips. His touch grows rougher, commanding.

This can't be the end. The thought quickly fades, burnt up in his passion, and I take the step I never thought I'd ever take.

I surrender. Every last part of me.