Blessing of Luna (Wolfgods Book 1) by Blaise Ramsay (best books for 20 year olds TXT) 📕

let him in to taste her mouth. Her tongue wrestled his at the opening of his mouth as he deepened their kiss. The sweet smell of jasmine hung thick in the air around Jill’s hair and body. The taste of mint from the gum she’d been chewing flooded his mouth, exciting him.

His hand kept a firm grip on her neck. His thumb traced the length of her collarbone as his lips traveled down to the groove in her neck where her throat met her shoulder. The heat in his body intensified the more he imagined making love with her.

Jill let her hands venture under Damien’s sweatshirt. Her fingers savoring every shallow hill and valley of the gorgeously developed muscles of his abs. She’d seen him shirtless before but feeling them ignited new and exciting sensations inside of her. She was beginning to see him as a mate.

Without thinking, she began to slowly push his shirt up, hoping he would let her remove it. Damien raised his arms above his head, letting Jill take off his sweatshirt. She dropped it to the ground, returning to fondling the beautiful man in her arms.

She let her mouth venture down his throat. The gentle patter of his heart as it heated his blood titillated her senses. Jill had to remember to stay in control. She didn’t want to risk hurting him despite her strong desire.

One slip of her fangs piercing his skin could change him on accident.

The breath in his lungs was more precious to her than even needing to hunt. She would do anything to protect him. To keep him human as long as she could.

Jill let her tongue roll over the flesh of Damien’s shoulder, his skin hot despite the cold outside. She rested her hand on his face, her thumb teasing his lips as she kissed his jaw up to his ear. He smelled so good. Dark and natural as though he were a lycan.

Damien pushed the jacket Jill was wearing down. Happy to find she let him remove it to the floor next to his shirt. His hands drifted over her shoulders as he peppered her porcelain skin with soft kisses.

He pulled Jill down onto the bed. They sat on their knees as Damien undid the latch on her bra, pulling it off to reveal her breasts to be even more beautiful than they had been in his dreams. The soft pink nipples enticed him to tease them until they turned red.

Jill’s hands held Damien’s hips as he teased her breasts with his mouth. Her thumbs pushed down on his belt loops so strongly she felt one rip.

Damien looked up at her.

“Uh…sorry, about that.” She replied, red with embarrassment.

Damien just smiled returning to her breasts, his hand holding her butt while the other rolled the round nub between his thumb and pointer finger.

Jill gritted her teeth as the heat between her legs rose. Damien’s tongue was so warm on her skin, she had to fight the wolf inside of her. A low growl rumbled in the back of her throat.

She pushed Damien back to lay on the bed, her eyes meeting those beautiful amethyst jewels she dreamed of every moment they were apart. Her hair fell like a satin curtain around them.

Damien guided Jill’s hair over one shoulder, pulling her back down to kiss him. Her hands tickled his chest moving slowly down his body until she gripped his hips.

He gritted his teeth, hissing in pain through them at how firm she held him. He didn’t want to ruin this moment by scaring her away so he kept quiet. There would probably be a bruise in the morning but he didn’t really care. He wanted Jill, to hold her. He wanted inside of her.

Damien felt the erection behind his zipper struggle against his jeans as his desire turned into lust. He rolled them over, surprising Jill with his sudden movements.

“May I have you, Jill? I want you so bad.” Damien asked, barely able to hold back his desires.

“Damien, if we make love, according to lycan law at least, we’re mates. I don’t want you to bind yourself to me if you aren’t ready.”

Damien kissed her, a hint of longing in the kiss. “Then we’re mates. I can’t be without you. It terrifies me to imagine a life without you, Jill. I couldn’t live in a world like that. I would rather you killed me.”

Jill smiled, petting his face. “I can’t be without you, either, Damien. Even as an immortal, a life without you would be hell.”

Damien’s heart raced in his chest. He’d long wanted to have sex with Jill but wanted to make sure she was ready so he’d waited.

He kissed her as his hands pushed her pants down, revealing her favorite high cut panties she liked to wear.

Jill kicked off her boots to let Damien finish taking her pants off, leaving her in her panties beneath him.

She gasped slightly as he slid his hand in her panties, his thumb finding the bundle of nerves between her wet folds. He rotated it in smooth circles to heighten her pleasure.

Her nails dug into Damien’s back as she restrained herself to avoid accidentally hurting him. His hand ran the length of her arching back, his thumbs tracing each flexing muscle in Jill’s side. His fingers explored every small groove in her back until he reached her hips.

The pleasure in her body made her muscles tremble in anticipation as Damien used his unoccupied hand to unbutton and unzip his jeans. He smiled Jill’s favorite crooked smile as he pushed them down. His underwear followed shortly after, leaving him naked above her.

Jill’s heart pounded at how beautiful and well-built he was. His body rivaling that of any lycan male she’d known. There was an ornate Celtic cross tattoo that lay across the skin of his