Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 61268 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 306(@200wpm)___ 245(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61268 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 306(@200wpm)___ 245(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
“Hey,” Luna whispers, stroking my cheek. “Are you okay?”
“Yes.” I grin at her like a loon. “Yes, I’m okay. Are you okay?”
She gives me a radiant smile and wriggles against me, then laughs softly. “I’m okay,” she purrs. “More than okay. You don’t have to stop. We won’t break the bed, and you won’t break me. Don’t worry.”
“I promise I would never—”
She just silences me with a hard kiss.
I shift, bringing my engorged head to her entrance. She wriggles against me, opening herself to me and urging me forward. I slip into her slowly, letting us both savor this moment. I let out a groan that could rival even the wildest beast of the forest, and Luna sighs softly. Just a soft sigh. But it’s so perfect, so right, so mine, and I’m struck dumb again by how I could have ever let Luna go. She’s a part of me. She’s the part of me I’ve always needed—the best part of me. And I’m not complete without her.
All of a sudden, she bucks against me, tilting her hips so I can fill her further.
“So perfect,” I whisper against her lips. “So incredibly perfect.”
“Geez,” Luna rasps. “You’ll make me blush.”
“That’s fine. I love your blushes, and I love all your looks. Every single bit of you is utter and complete perfection.”
“Oh my goodness,” she sighs. “Well then, on that note…” She wriggles against me, wraps her arms around my neck, and pulls me close. This is what she wants. Me.
I give her every inch without holding back. I fill her fully, set a rhythm we can both appreciate, and then build the pleasure and heat. I love the way we fit. I’ve always loved that. Luna isn’t just perfect in that way because she’s perfect in every way. A perfect fit. With her, it was never just sex. Maybe that’s what scared me the most. With her, it was always with feelings, always intimate, and always something I was never good at because I could never give myself fully. But I’ll give myself now. All of me. Not just in this moment but going forward. I tried hiding, running, and even leaving. I shut myself down for years and years, but all of it got me nowhere.
She clings to me, and I thrust into her, filling her. I continue thrusting harder, pumping with my hips, and her little gasps let me know I’m hitting all the right spots. Every stroke is like a work of art, a picture I’m painting of my hope, our future, and us fitting back into each other’s lives. I’ve never wanted anything more in my life.
“God, Tor, I’m going to…” She doesn’t get to finish before she shatters, her walls clenching tightly around me. She tilts her head back and fills my ears with the sexiest little raspy breaths and sweetest little pants.
I tense myself against her, holding out while she shudders and whimpers. Her hips drive against me, riding out every bit of the wave right until the end, and I can feel myself tensing and shaking, sweat dribbling down my temples as my arms shake. I can also feel the relief coming. It’s going to be sweet. It’s going to be everything. This time, I’m letting myself go, losing myself entirely.
When I finally come, I do it thoroughly.
I make the usual rutting billy goat-style grunts, and Luna clings to me. She lets me grasp, shake, and tremble against her while I bury myself deep inside her. With another grunt, I spill myself in hot bursts, over and over. She holds on to me tightly, draws us together, and doesn’t let me go. She’s wrapped around me, and I’m towering over her, both of us protecting each other, a promise more intimate than anything.
Good gravy, I know I’ll never stop wanting this woman.
I also know I’m about two seconds away from utter collapse. Yes, I’m definitely going to initiate round two and hopefully round three, maybe even round four, but right now, if I don’t get my back or side onto the mattress, I’m going to collapse in the middle like Luna’s table.
I lower myself down onto my side since it seems safest. I take her with me, dragging her into my arms. Our skin sticks together and makes strange noises. We’re sweaty, really sweaty because it’s hot in here. But I don’t think either of us cares. Or maybe that’s the wrong thing to say. Both of us care. Both of us love the little details, and we cherish the sweat, sticky heat, and weird noises because we are two people who are always going to be separate, individual, and unique, but we can still come together and make something beautiful out of it.
I’ve told myself my whole life that love doesn’t last, that it can’t last. It was the example set for me and what I grew up believing, so I bought into that lie and all the other lies I told myself, especially about how men have to be strong and how being alone is better than getting hurt.