Page 31 of Moonflower
“Of course I do, Wild.”
He grabs the hair at the base of my neck. “Take a deep breath.”
I do, and then Wilder shoves my face into my pillows at the same time he slams into me.
“Fuck,” he shouts, pressing me down further. For a second, he stays inside of me, slowly pressing deeper. Then he pulls out, only to jerk his hips forward again. “Cora. Jesus Christ.”
I can still breathe, but with my face buried in the pillows, I’m definitely not getting enough oxygen. It’s an exhilarating feeling—one I’ve craved for years. Combined with Wilder pumping into me like a man possessed, my mind quickly tumbles into blissful ecstasy.
After a couple seconds, I realize I don’t know how long I can stay like this without passing out. I don’t think Wilder will hold me down for very long, but I’m not sure. Do I want him to make me faint? I don’t think that’d be a good idea.
Leaning over me, Wilder groans right in my ear. “You feel so fucking good, Cora.”
My cry is muffled and weak as he keeps a steady pace.
Wilder pulls me up, his lips feathering over my ear. “Too long?”
I gasp, oxygen flooding into my lungs. “No. Do it . . . do it again.”
He pauses. “I need to look at you.” He eases out of me and turns me onto my back. His hands slide under my hoodie, caressing the rolls of my stomach before squeezing my breasts. “You liked it?”
With a nod, I smile up at him. Then I tug at his shirt until he takes it off and I can stare at his bare chest. Something in my expression must indicate that I love seeing him halfway undressed for me, because he yanks the rest of his clothes off in an instant.
“If you need me to let up, tell me. I don’t want to accidentally go too far.”
“I’ll tap.” I perform the action then, tapping on the mattress twice.
That seems to be enough reassurance for him. He grabs my legs, opening them and getting into position. Again, he slides into me, letting out a low groan. Then he stares at the place we’re connected—where he’s seated as deeply in me as he can get. “I can’t stop worrying this is all a dream,” he says quietly. “That it’s not real.”
Sitting up as much as I can, I wrap one hand around the back of his neck. “It’s real, Wild. I promise.”
He blows out a breath, releasing some of the tension in his shoulders as he does. Then he kisses me, and it’s so raw and desperate that a lump starts to form in my throat.
This is your fault. You put him through all that unnecessary pain.
“Wild, I’m so sor-”
He swallows up the rest of the sentence by grabbing my head and deepening the kiss. When he’s done, he rests his forehead against mine, his eyes still closed.
“I won’t do it again,” I whisper.
He opens his eyes, and his stare is hard and demanding. “Damn right you won’t. We won’t fucking let you. You try to pull away from us again, I’ll only come after you harder.”
I tighten my grip on him. “I’m not running away.”
“Good. And no man is ever touching you again, Moonflower. Just me and Ez. You understand?”
“I don’t want anyone else.”
That makes him smile. Not in a happy way, though. It’s dark and possessive, which is exactly what I want from him right now.
Wilder pushes me down, placing his hands on either side of my head. “Open your mouth.”
I do, swallowing after he spits into it.
“Pull your hoodie up.”
I grab the fabric and push it up, leaving it bunched up at the top so he can see my breasts.
