You little witch," Oliver. His angel was a devil in disguise, the little
minx.
"Take me, Oliver?" she asked as she lifted her head and rained kisses against his
chest, still rocking her hips.
He was amazed that he had enough strength not to devour her. Not to hurt her.
He wanted just a moment to enjoy the feeling. To enjoy a cycle of the moon. To enjoy her and all that she stood for.
Finally, he began to move, impaling the full length of him into the wet sheath of her body. Her eyes closed as she milked him, small gasps leaving her mouth with every plunge, her breasts still pressed to his chest, the hard peaks teasing him endlessly.
"Look at me, Hazel" he whispered by her ear.
Hazel did as he directed, her hands rising to bracket his face. He watched with rapt sensation as
