At her plea, Brand’s lids fluttered closed and his head tipped back, as ifhewere the one with his lover’s mouth on him.
Perhaps he wasn’t the only one who could watch and learn.
She raised up onto her elbows and stretched her legs wider, pushing against his grip, offering herself to him.“Please.”
His eyes burned into hers, a sparking blaze of hazel—and then he consumed her.
Brand held nothing back, like his life depended on tasting every drip and throb and pulse.
When he spread her open with one hand and latched his lips onto her clit, cheeks hollowing as he sucked in rhythmic draws, Lunara’s hands slapped down and fisted each of his horns without a thought.
She needed something to hold on to, an anchor in the storm of his onslaught.
The sound that tore from him was raw. Desperate. Reverberating over every one of her nerve endings, as if…
She stroked them experimentally, using the obsidian lengths to guide him, pushing and pulling, the feel of him moving beneath her grip only heightening the sensations.
The groove between his brows deepened, the look somewhere between rapture and pain.
Oh, yes. He most certainly enjoyed having his horns touched. Used.
The realization sprouted within Lunara and grew roots, burrowing under her skin, electric when they reached the deepest parts of her. If her pleasure was his, then the same was true in return. She’d never experienced this level of connection, as if a thread had been pulled taut between them to send every feeling back and forth along its fibers.
“Again,”Brand whispered, eyes open and on her face as his tongue flicked her.
He thrust two fingers into her, curling themjust so,and Lunara was done for. The orgasm slammed into her, knocking the air from her lungs. She had no control over the near-violent splintering of her body, or how it brutally remade itself again. She was at Brand’s mercy. Willingly. Blissfully.
It was a wonder his horns didn’t pierce through her skin as she bucked, clamping his head between her thighs. He didn’t seem to mind in the slightest. Not with the way his groans spurred her spasms. The way he clutched tight and spread her arse, pulling her even tighter against his face.
In the midst of ecstasy as she’d never known, a quiet certainty clicked into place—no matter what else happened, she would never be the same.
Lunara blinkedand was surrounded by strong arms that warded off the chill air, Brand’s breath hot against her neck.
Weeping sisters, she must have blacked out.
Time slowed as they lay there, the enormity of it all crashing against her like waves upon the shore.
At long last, Brand gently pulled her by the hair, separating their bodies. The trail of his other hand was like fire, searing its path into her flesh as he brought it around from her back. He slid it across her wide hip, over the crumpled fabric of her dress and up the line of her body, settling between her breasts.
He paused there, staring at his thumb drifting back and forth, before he broke the silence with a ragged whisper. “I feel as though I’ve waited all my life for this moment, to be able to breathe.”
Curse and damn her heart for skipping. Her mind for understanding. Lunara forgot everything she was running from when he was near, and it freed her in ways she’d only dreamt about.
“Luna…” Brand swallowed, the sound cracking through the room. “Tell me this heart beats so fiercely here for me. Tell me I’ve finally found my home.”
Home?
Yes. That’s… that’s what he sometimes felt like. Lunara had gone so long without one—a true one, with family and laughter and warmth—she’d nearly forgotten what it could be like. The joy, the… the safety of it.
An echo of the Voice’s words drifted through her for the thousandth time.‘Do not fear his light, Lunara.’
A small sob left her, fear and hope colliding.
Shitting stars, there’s no dissuading you, is there? What if it’s a mistake? What if?—
“Y-yes,” she said, her voice choked with emotion. “But…”
He tensed, his gentle strokes grinding to a halt.
