His Sun Her Moon

Chapter Twenty-Three

I hug Michael to me. I kiss him letting my feelings flow into my kiss. Michael groans as I arch my body into his body.

He pulls away from me breathing heavy, “We can’t Ilona.”

I strip the gown off of me, “We can. You are not going to hurt me, Michael.”

I walk to him, “I belong to you and only you.”

He lifts me up, “I am not sure if we can be so gentle.”

I kiss his neck whispering into his ear, “I don’t mind a little pain, Michael.”

He growls putting me back down, “If you start to hurt you must tell me, Ilona.”

I nod to him, “I trust you to not hurt me.”

“Gods, you are a gift from the gods. You are so fucking perfect. You are our perfect match. I always knew you were meant for us.” Michael strips out of his clothes.

I smirk and reply, “Oh yeah what would you have done if I had been married?”

Michael growls and pulls me to him, “You are mine, Ilona. If another male tries to touch what’s mine I will tear him into pieces.”

“Good, because I will tear any woman apart if they try to touch you.” I reply to him.

He kisses me heavy and pulls away from me for a moment, “No woman could ever replace you. No woman would even dare to try.”

Michael tells me, “I am yours as you are mine. Nothing no one could ever come in between us.”

I know he means it as a oath as a promise to me. I believe him and know he would never say such a thing if he didn’t mean it.

He lifts me up in his arms. I wrap my legs around him. I bury my hands into his massive thick hair. He cups my ass in his hands.

He kicks the door shut. He walks us into the shower. He holds me to him with one hand while he turns the water on.

He kisses me. I pull his hair a bit. He growls against my lips. I look into his eyes. Maddox is close to taking control. They touch my bottom lip with a finger.

I moan as I grind on his thick rod. He groans feeling how much I want him. He puts the head to my opening. He slowly enters me. I bite his shoulder to stop myself from moaning from begging him. He groans as he enters me fully.

He rests his forehead against my shoulder. He is breathing heavy. I pull him to me. I kiss him like I am claiming him as mine. I lift my hips up. I sink myself onto him. He groans looking at me. I repeat the action again. He pulls me tighter to him.

He lifts me up and pulls me back down. I put my head back moaning. He sucks on my nipples. I pull his hair harder. He picks the pace up.

He asks me next to my ear, “Is this want you need mate?”

I moan loudly, “Yes Michael, oh yes I need you inside me like this.”

We are moaning together. He is enjoying making love to me. I need this so much. I know he is worried he will hurt me, so I let it go for a few days while my body heals.

The water heats our desire. He holds me still as we cum together. We are breathing heavy together. He kisses my shoulder and neck lightly. I shiver against him.

“Have I ever told you how lovely you look shaking from our love making?” His voice is husky.

I shake my head to him, “No, you haven’t.”

He kisses my lips and tells me, “You are so lovely.”

I blush and smile as I say to him, “Thank you.”