Page 177 of Moon Craving

His eyes closed and then opened, the blue surrounded by a golden glow that sent

shivers through her. "You are perfect for me."

"Even flawed?"

"We are all flawed in one way or another."

Her mother did not ascribe to that theory, but Abigail could thank God that her

husband did. "You are perfect for me."

"As it should be."

Then he went about proving to her just how perfect for her that he was. Big

calloused hands skimmed over her body with touches both gentle and demanding,

drawing forth an uninhibited response. He caressed her neck, her belly, her thighs and

finally her breasts, nipples and that spot of ultimate pleasure between her legs. She cried

out in sheer delight when he entered her, responding eagerly to the long, drawn-out pace

he set.

Her climax took her by surprise, sending her body rigid as she felt his seed, hot and

wonderful, inside her.

They curled together in the furs that she loved better than any wood-and-rope bed

because she and Talorc shared them.

Chapter 17

Abigail could not believe the difference it made in her days having her clan know of

her inability to hear.

She no longer had to constantly maneuver herself so she could see people's

faces. Knowing she needed to read their lips, the clan members made sure they faced her

when they spoke to her. No one got impatient when they had to repeat themselves, and

that made her more willing to ask them to do so. People made sure she "heard" important

news personally, not relying on her overhearing it.

She was aware of what went on around her on a level she had never achieved

before. And it was magnificent. She felt like she truly belonged.

Each day in this new, open environment, she relaxed more. She tried new things,

ventured farther afield in the holding, meeting clan members that did not often visit the

fortress. Guaire was often her companion, but she missed Niall's friendship. That was not