Before he could even catch himself, she slid down, taking him in her mouth, and his hips buckled, trembling from the shock and delight of it. A low roar tore from his throat as he fisted her hair, holding her steady. He wanted to see everything, control nothing, feel everything.
He watched, heart hammering, pulse racing, as his cock moved in and out of her mouth, the perfection of her, the exquisite torment of sensation, leaving him gasping. The Moon Goddess, he thought in a fleeting, darkly humorous moment, had been cruel—wanting to deny him this, wanting to punish him with desire, yet she could not.
Not tonight. Not ever. Until he would draw his last breath.
