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“Do you have any idea how beautiful every fucking angle of you is?”

She groaned, face pressed to the bed as she arched and fisted the sheets. He wanted those hands on him instead.

Gripping her by the nape, he pulled her upright on a gasp, sucking a breath through his teeth the second his front made contact with her searing skin. Her impossible hair snaked in every direction, its silken vines clinging to both their bodies. The chestnut was stark in the low light, almost black against her moonlight complexion.

Skimming up her sides and arms, Brand tangled their fingers and brought her hands to his horns, forcing her breasts to jut, the hardened peaks on stunning display. “Hold on, and leave them there,” he rumbled into her ear.

“Yes.”

“Exquisite creature.” He trailed his tongue down the side of her neck to the soft spot at its base, sinking his teeth in.

She tasted like salvation. Smelled like home.

Licking his thumb, he grabbed a heaving mound, her flesh spilling between his fingers as he teased the wetness over her dusky nipple. The only downside to this position was that he couldn’t suck its tightness into his mouth. Couldn’t devour it like he wanted to.

No matter. He would do it later.

“Brand, please.” Luna squirmed on him, fighting against his stillness.

“Mmm.” He loved that word on her lips.

His other hand made its slow way down her abdomen, heading towards her beaded clit. He paused just before contact, to draw it out. To build her expectation. At last, desperate himself to feel it, he parted her. Brand circled once, twice. He dipped back to gather more of her slick passion and⁠—

“Touch yourself for me,” she whispered.

Burning Solyrian.

Brand did as he was told, spreading his fingers to cup her mound, flexing them so they’d dig into his straining length. The feel of his cock there, stretching her entrance, the feel of his own touch…

The zap of pleasure toppled his restraint and he bucked into her. Hard.

She cried out, ending on a whimper. “Yes. More.”

“Saucy, bloody minx,” he growled. “Fuck.”

He drove into her, dropping his forehead to her hair, lost in the mind-numbing rhythm. In the beat, beat, beat of his thrusts as they bumped into his palm from inside of her. In the utter fucking perfection of his mate.

More than ever, he wished for the ability to feed as she did. To have her in him and around him at once. Shite, he’d happily live inside her soft, fucking skin to keep feeling like this.

“Brand,” she breathed, inner walls squeezing at him. “I’m…I’m going to…”

“Yes, that’s it, little moon. Give it to me. Give me everything.”

Those words had become placeholders for others.

I’m so sorry, Luna. Forgive me. Please, find a way to forgive me.

He took up his circling again, popping over her throbbing bud to coax out her bliss.

Brand wanted to bathe himself in it. Wanted to draw out every drop and drown in it. To dance beneath her warm rain and be fucking clean again. Surely, it was bound to happen one of these times.

She went silent, bowing back—that sweet, bated breath before the break.

“Yes, yes, yes, Luna. Let go. I want it all.”

Fix me. Rebuild me. Make me right again.

Luna spasmed on a hoarse scream to the rafters, her grip on his horns almost painful as she flexed and twitched.