Reborn Luna (Hope and Keith) novel Chapter 33

20. Touch Her–2

I slant my lips over hers, consuming the plush planes of her mouth with absolute authority.

There is nothing gentle about the way I nip and suck, the way I part her lips with my tongue and gorge myself on her taste.

Hope resists for a moment, but then she melts into me. She gives into my beastical need letting it carry us both beyond any form of sanity, of reason.

My beast is taking control but I’m beyond caring. There is only Hope, only her sweetness filling my nose and her soft mouth giving way to mine.

My kiss is frantic, raw, desperate. My lips battle hers and she whimpers when I press forward, get deeper.

Hope gasps against my lips, her hands on my chest between us as if she’s struggling between pushing me away and pulling me closer.

My d**k doesn’t understand her struggle. His only concern is the weight of her body.

I wrap a hand around her waist, anchoring her to me as my blood rushes south. My d**k swells, fills, grows heavy between us.

Her hand lands on my forearm snaking up to my biceps. The moment her fingers sink into my skin, something inside me snaps. She seems to feel it too, her breath hitching and her body going rigid.

Then I sense it… The first flare of budding mate bond.

It barrels into me like a magnetic force, surging between us, impossible to resist.

Hope isn’t pulling away now, she is leaning into me, taking from me as much as I’m taking

from her.

I growl with approval as her chest presses against mine, her hips buck forward to rub against my aching c**k.

Goddess the friction feels so good. Too good. I push her up against the car and grind against her in ernest breaking from her mouth and kissing along her jaw and down her neck.

Her fingers sink into my hair, nails scratched ng against my scalp deliciously.

Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine.

Her hands explore, moving, breathing my shirt and over my abs. My core clenches, my senses on overload as I lick and nip her skin.

Tough Her–2

“Fuck, Keith,” she pants.

My name has never sounded sweeter.

My heart pounds in my ears.

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Hooking one of her legs over my hips to give me better access. My hips have a mind of their own as I just angst her covered heat and she moans in my ear.

“Yes. Yes. Right there. It feels so good,” she encourages.

I mouth down to her breast and he arches into me as I suck on her supple mounds. I find her n****e through her shirt and tease it with my teeth and she cries out rubbing against me in search of more.

Claim her. Claim what is ours, my beast claws at me.

My incisors itch at the thought of sinking them into the smooth column of her throat.

The thought of her sporting my mark when she goes back to her territory has me so hard I could use my d**k as a weapon.

I kiss my way back up to her throat, unable to resist the temptation. My canines lengthen and I scrape them against her skin.

I hold her tighter pulling her even closer, like if I can just hold on tight enough, I can make her see that we belonged together.

That this bond beating inside us isn’t something she can ignore.

Hope’s hands shake, her head slowly tilting. The primal part of her wants to give in, to let me take her, possess her, to mark her but she was fighting it.

I can feel the echoes of it through the seed sized bond.

A war is waging inside her.

Then her head tilts. A complete act of submission. Permission to mark her.

Her body softens against me, and I’m helplessly drawn to her throat, my teeth hovering just centimeters from sealing this bond forever…

Pain shoots across my face as it’s whipped to the side. the ring of skin against skin still sounds in my ear as I turn to face her fury.

She just… slapped me.

Whatever cloud of lust that had captured us was gone leaving only her ire in its wake.

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She shoves me back and I let her, taking a big enough step back not to seem threatening.

I rub my jaw. Fuck, that’s one hell of a hit.

The vision in my right eye is blurred by tears.

My beast howls in fury. The hot sting of her rejection worse than any physical blow.

Hope steps to the side chest heaving, eyes blazing with a fire.

She’s shaking, and for the first time, I see fear in her eyes.

But it’s not of me.

No, it’s the fear of herself. Fear of this bond.

“Don’t you ever touch me like that again,” she spits, her voice low, dangerous.

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I clench my jaw to prevent myself from speaking knowing anything I say will only make things worse.

We just started our bond. A bond she’s too afraid to want.

The blood in my mouth tastes like failure.

I won’t let this stop me, not when I’ve had a taste of her.

Hope will be mine.

I take a step forward and she immediately takes one back shaking her head.

“Hope…” my voice is a strained growl.

I have no idea what I intend to say.

Her hands ball into fists, her entire body trembling with the effort to hold herself together.” No,” she bites out, her voice cold, cutting. “I’m not yours and I never will be.”

My chest tightens. I want to argue, want to fight this, but deep down, he knew the truth.

I felt it in the bond between us.

The pain.

The desperation.

The refusal.

She isn’t ready.

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Hope turns, her back stiff, and she walks away quickly, her steps, purposeful.

She doesn’t look back.

She might feel like we reached the end.

But the war between us isn’t over.

Not by a long shot.

And when she finally realizes she can’t run from fate, I will be waiting.

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