His Rogue Luna novel Chapter 55

But I also wanted to savour this moment, enjoy our first time together properly. We would always have time for quick sex later, but this was special moment worth enjoying.

"Kieran," I gasped as he gently but my lower lip and tugged on it. "Let's slow down a bit," I panted, almost lost in the feeling of his body pressing mine against the wall. Reluctantly, he stepped back from me as I got back on my own feet.

I reached for his shirt, undoing what was left of the buttons to pull the torn fabric off him. I was slow and deliberate with my movements, running my hands on his exposed torso.

My hands ghosted over scars which I wanted to ask about before tracing over the large tattoo on his left pec. I realised now that it was the pack crest, something every alpha had etched onto their skin.

I moved to take off my own shirt but Kieran stopped me by grabbing my hands. "Let me," he murmured. I nodded mutely as his large hands found my waist, grabbing the hem of my shirt and tugging it over my head.

I wasn't wearing any underwear so my chest was exposed to him.

Much like I did to him, he returned the gesture and ran his hands across my body, starting at my shoulders. He trailed his hands down to the sides of my breasts before resting them back on my waist. One of his fingers traced the tattoo on my sternum thoughtfully.

"I never thought I'd get this opportunity. I thought I had ruined any chances of happiness but-," he shook his head, at a loss for words. I didn't answer, instead cupped his face and pulled him back for a kiss, this one slower and more languid, to try ease his worrying and overthinking mind.

His hands roamed my back while mine tangled back in his hair as he picked me up and placed me on his bed.

He pulled back from the kiss too soon and I grunted, trying to reach for him but he shook his head, pulling my wrists above my head.

"Tonight's about you," I blinked up at him, seeing the dominant aura about him and quite literally feeling it roll off of him and wash over me. It made me arch my back and clench my legs together, begging for some kind of friction.

He kept both my arms pinned above my head with one hand while the other cupped my jaw. His delicious lips placed soft fluttery kisses over my face from my forehead, to my cheeks and eyes. He lingered on my lips, placing short sweet kisses on them that made me rub my legs together.

He shifted so he parted my legs and rested his hips between mine, his body pressed against me as he carried on his torturously slow kisses down my throat. He lingered at the spot where my mark used to be before moving onto my collarbones.

"Kieran," I whined, squirming beneath him, desperate for some friction. He was sucking and nibbling on my skin, taking his sweet time to get to where I needed him most.