My Midnight Moonlight Valentine (My Midnight Moonlight Valentine 1)

“Better,” he whispered, shifting his head to the side, opening his eyes. “But still not enough.”

“Greedy,” I muttered.

“You tempt me with a feast but give me crumbs, and then call me gluttonous for wanting more,” he whispered, reaching up and holding my neck, stroking where my jaw met my neck with his thumb. “You are cruel, Druella.”

I couldn’t help but shiver at the way he said my name, the way his touch warmed me. “Are you saying you’d like to feast on me?”

“And so much more,” he muttered, kissing the very same spot his thumb had warmed. Closing my eyes, I leaned into him, enjoying the feel of his lips as they trailed up my face. He growled in frustration at the turtleneck.

“Then do so,” I muttered back.

Slowly his body shifted onto my side, on top me, and I could feel his lips now hovering over mine. But he didn’t move farther. Opening my eyes, he stared down at me, worried.

“What’s wrong?”

“Last time we kissed, you fainted,” he replied. “We should wait—”

“You call me cruel for not offering more and reject me when I do. It seems like you are the cruel one.”

“Maybe.” He tried to move back to his side, but I caught him, and I wasn’t sure what my plan was.

I could pull him down and force him to kiss me or kiss him, but I just held on. “We should…We should see if it was just a one-time thing or if it will happen again,” I said, and I just stared into his eyes. I could smell it the spice in his sent…the lust rising in his eyes. “Theseus…” No sooner had I said his name did his lips meet mine and all of me trembled in pleasure.

His body pressed up against me, my legs wrapping around his hips. Taking full advantage, his hand pushed up the hem of my dress as his tongue entered my mouth. There was no need to breathe, and therefore no need for us to separate, not until I gasped when his fingers reached between my thighs, stroking me ever so slowly. A moan broke through my lips, and he grinned, watching me jerk underneath him.

“If you only knew how beautiful you looked right now,” he said as two of his fingers entered me. My mouth dropped, and he kissed the side of my cheek. “If only you knew how badly I wished it wasn’t my hand giving you this pleasure.”

I couldn’t speak. I didn’t even want to look at him. Closing my eyes, turning my head, and biting the back of my own finger as my back arched up, I rocked against his hand.

“No, Druella,” he growled at me, forcing my face back under his gaze. “I need to see you.”

Not fair.

“Theseus!” I yelped as he spread my legs wider, and in a blink of an eye, he went down. “Oh my God.”

I held onto the top of his head, my back rising off the bed as he really did feast on me. His tongue sent a wave of shock

and pleasure up my body. I glanced down, and sure enough, he was watching me.

“Oh…” Rocking against his tongue, I closed my eyes. I didn’t know what else to do but cry out. It was too much. It felt like I was seeing stars.

“I love you, Theseus.”

My eyes snapped open; however, I didn’t see the glow of my magic or the top of the plane suite. Instead, I saw Theseus; only we were in a different bed.

The room was dark, and the only light came from the moon as it shined full through the massive window behind him. He laid there bare-chested…and I was naked beside him, not even a sheet over me. But unlike his body, mine was not perfect. I was mortal. I could tell. He placed his hand under my chin, bringing my face closer to his.

“Love me more,” he demanded with a grin on his lips.

“Greedy.” I glared at him.

At that, he pounced on top me so fast all I could do was laugh. He secured my hands on the bed beside me.

“I am enraptured by you, Druella,” he said above me. “Crippled by the need for you. I want to make love to you from sunup to sundown. I get drunk off the very way you say my name. You are not just my love, my mate, but the source of my deepest lust and passion.” He kissed the top of both of my breasts. “You enthrall me with your love and then call me gluttonous for wanting more; you are cruel, Druella.”

Then he pinned me under him and grinned before my hands sparked with a slight flash, and he let go surprised, which only allowed me to flip him over, kissing him as I did. He growled and laughed; we wrestled…Well, I tried, but he clearly overpowered me, pinning me back down on to the mattress.

“Bad little witch,” he said over me.