Moonlight Captivation [Moon Shadows Book 1] by Angela Castle Page A

chambers.
    She ambled in, taking in the surroundings of his sparse bedchamber. A few weapons and shields decorated the windowless, solid stone walls. His large bed sat in the center of the room and a few wardrobes were in one corner. To the far end was a second door to the bathroom. Vanessa walked to the bedside lamp and tapped at the bulb. “How do you get power down here? You'd think for an ancient pyramid, there'd be flaming torches to light the way. Oh, I do hope you have plumbing."
    Neman closed the door, flicking on his security switch. “You don't remember this room, sweetness?” His lips twitched up into a smile at the memory of their first night together. It was something he would never forget.
    She turned to gaze at him with mirth and mischief in her eyes. “No, but I'm going to take a wild guess and say this is the place where Junior was conceived."
    He smiled wickedly at her before stalking over to her. “Take off your clothes."
    She raised her chin at his demand. “Has anyone ever told you how bossy you are? I guess being a god, no one tells you anything, but ‘yes, o mighty one.’”
    "I've never known someone to talk so incessantly."
    "Well, you're not the one...” She gasped, suddenly finding herself naked.
    Neman was through waiting. He used his powers to teleport her clothes from her body.
    "Better.” His eyes hungrily took in her lush curves, also noting her lower stomach which swelled slightly, pleasing him all the more. Neman dropped to his knees, his hands on her hips and he tenderly kissed her stomach. “All mine,” he murmured against her soft skin. He slid his hands up to cup her full breasts, squeezing the gentle flesh and loving the way they filled his hands. He strummed her hardened nipples between his thumb and forefingers, and she gave a soft moan while her fingers threaded through his hair. Neman smelled her arousal. It was a heady scent.
    "It seems an eternity since I last had you.” He rose up, slipping his hands down to her waist. Lifting her up against him, he gripped her beautifully rounded ass, her legs automatically anchoring around his waist. In a flash, his clothes vanished. Now they were pressed flesh to flesh, his cock inches from her wet heat. His mouth sought her breast, sucking the flesh into his mouth and using his teeth to scrape against her nipple. Without any preamble, he lowered her onto his aching cock. Her tight sheath stretched around him, welcoming him home. Releasing one breast with a soft plop , he lavished the same attention on the other breast.
    "Ooh, Neman,” she moaned breathlessly as he filled her, until he could go no farther.
    "Yes, sweetness, you are made for this, made for me.” He lifted her, almost withdrawing all the way, then plunging back in. She gasped and panted, clinging to him while he set a steady rhythm. Careful not to break their connection, he shifted their position and set her down on the bed, never stopping his intense, penetrating thrusts. She tugged at his shoulder and licked her lips. Neman closed his mouth over hers, scraping her lower lip between his teeth before thrusting his tongue deep into her mouth, kissing her with an intense passion. She held nothing back from him, instead giving him everything she had. He angled his hips to hit the right spot within her, quickening his pace. She was wild beneath him; her pale painted fingernails clawing at his shoulders. Her heels dug into his back as she arched, trying to take more of him. Holding her tight, he hammered home, time and time again until she screamed in rapturous pleasure, trembling and quaking in his arms.
    Neman gritted his teeth. Her hot sheath squeezing and spasming around him pushed him to the edge. He held on for as long as he was able to push her, straining to hold back his own impending climax until he heard her come again. As a fertility god, he had a reputation to uphold. He reached down between their bodies, his fingers finding the ultrasensitive, swollen, pink