“Nor have I.”
He gripped one of her thighs, resting her knee on the countertop. That same hand ghosted up to palm her arse, parting her as he used his other to tease himself through her wet heat. Lunara whimpered, raising her arms to wrap them around his neck when he prodded at her entrance, the motion begging and tempting him all at once.
“Here, with you,” he said, “I find myself wishing to know what it’s like.”
“Yes.”She arched her back, offering herself up to him.
“Leave those hands right where they are.”
With that, he thrust into her, barking out a wordless shout she felt all the way to her soul—a sound of all-consuming relief that she echoed back to him.
He stretched and filled her so completely. So perfectly. Made just for her.
She’d been a fool to try and deny it. To try and separate something so immaculately rendered.
With one hand splayed across her abdomen, his other snaked around her raised leg to grip her inner thigh, spreading her open further and revealing the sight of his cock gliding in and out of her, glistening with her arousal.
“Fuck, look at us.”
He landed a sharp smack to her arse, digging in to the crackling pleasure-pain to massage it away.
“Brand,”she cried, breathless as he started to pump his hips faster, harder, her body already beginning to tingle with the first signs of her release.
“Do I forgive you?Yes.Wholeheartedly. Easily,” he growled. “But don’t ever leave me like that again. Don’t ever deny usthis most precious gift.” Another smack, hot and stinging and sublime. “I am yours and you are mine, Lunara.”
“Never again.” Her voice was little more than a broken croak. “I swear it, never again. I am yours and you are mine.”
“Exquisite fucking creature.”
Pressure built, her mind and body careening towards that invisible edge. Bowing, tensing, ready to snap so she could tumble over.
The sight of them was something to behold—his skin reddening against the shimmering milkiness of hers, the writhing of their bodies as they reached in tandem for that blessed peak and fall, the ecstasy painting itself across their faces as they came undone together with gazes locked.
She’d never seen herself that way. So wanton and lovely, euphoria radiating out from her with every heaving breath. It would be seared into her mind forever.
“Beautiful,” he growled, snatching the word right from her thoughts, even as he began moving again. “We are fucking beautiful together, little moon. We arenothingapart.”
Lunara was lost in bliss,the bond pulsing so powerfully between them that she wasn’t sure how she’d ever lived without it. Her body was little more than a puddle, sunk so far into the down of their bed that she was a part of it.
She inhaled deeply, languidly emerging from sleep as salt and pine wound their way around her, Brand’s warmth both scent and reality. She burrowed further into his chest, the little golden-red hairs there tickling her cheek.
Home. She was finally home.
There were so many things to disentangle, but they were together. They could do ittogether.
The domed glass above revealed an endless expanse of stars, the twin moons caressing one another in the sky as they drifted lower and readied for Solyrian’s rising.
Everything was still, silent, but for the almost imperceptible music of their breathing. A warm, salty breeze fluttered in to brush against the canopy through the open balcony doors. If she focused, Lunara could just make out the soft lapping of the sea as waves broke against the shore. The caw of a single crow. The murmurs of late revelers returning to the castle.
Not silent, then, but perfect.
She darted her tongue out, unable to resist dragging a fang over the permanent scars she’d left on him—her own sort of mating mark.
Brand stretched, his arms tightening around her. One hand drifted down her spine to squeeze her arse, and she loosed a breathy giggle. He was bleeding obsessed with the damned thing.
“I hope you sorted your affairs before the Occurrence, little moon.” His voice was sleepy gravel, rumbling beneath her.
“Sorted my affairs…” She scraped her nails over one muscled shoulder, watching the goosebumps that appeared in their wake. “What do you mean?”
