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“He finds her again at twilight,” he rasped, reaching from behind to run his fingers through her wetness, “and is gifted with a velvet, gloaming touch before lying down to rest beneath her.”

“Brand.”

“And, oh, how I love to bask under the soft light of my little moon.” With that, he pulled her down to him.

Lunara cried out, falling forward to brace against a settee as Brand devoured her. She writhed over him, grinding down. His eyes rolled back as he moaned. As he nipped and tasted with perfect rhythm.

All of it electrified its way through her body, every sensation condensing in her core, coiling tighter. Tighter. Almost…

She wanted to shriek when he detached himself and licked everywhere but the place she needed him, chuckling all the while. “Would you like to know an interesting thing I realized while I was away from you?”

Shite, it took everything not to break apart at the feel and sound of his voice against her sensitive flesh. The scrape of his beard, his nuzzling nose.

Lunara reared back and glared at him. “Go on.”

“Mmm.” His touch circled her begging entrance, dipping inside as he bit the inside of her thigh. “That it’s alright for me to do the things I enjoy sometimes, just because. And I find that I rather enjoy driving you mad. Making you wild.” He plunged in, fingers curling into that perfect spot a few times, then disappearing again. “Where’s my feral minx? The one who takes, and gets herself into trouble. I think you like her too, and I wish to draw her out to play.”

Weeping Sisters save her. Lunara did like that version of herself. When she forgot how to do anything other than exactly what she wanted, and damn the rest. Seeing as she was already in the middle of that very thing…

Grabbing his horns, Lunara yanked up and clamped his head between her legs, holding his face against her. “I wasn’t finished, Demon. We can play when you’re done.”

He bulked up the slightest bit, his horns curling in her hold. “Yes,” he growled, the muffled vibrations sending a shock down her spine. “There she is. Exquisite creature.”

Lunara thought he devoured her the first time, but she was wrong. So, so wrong. That was nothing more than a tentative nibble. A sip.

Now, Brand feasted.

For all his words, he was the one who took. Demanding her body obey. His tongue played her like an instrument, a master at his craft, hand landing with a perfect smack on her arse, tugging her even closer. He wrapped her pleasure so completely that it doubled over itself, again and again, lifting her higher towards that blessed precipice.

Lunara went taut, bowing in on herself, freezing halfway into that breathless teeter over the edge. Her breath hitched and stilled, a stilted beat of her heart, two…

She scattered into a million stars, flying out across the vast Unknown.

Brand gathered her pieces and brought them back together with the reverent whisper of her name. With the skimming of his hands. The infinite tenderness he let flow through the bond. The adoration.

She finally returned on a shaking gasp, limbs melting into his waiting hold. It was impossible to say how she ended up on her back under him, his mouth exploring her sensitized skin from head to toe, but she wasn’t complaining. Not when there was a part of her still wanting, still desperate to be filled.

“Please, Brand,” she begged, voice hoarse from screams she barely remembered. “I need you.”

He kissed the inside of her calf and set her leg down, gripping himself instead. “Is this what you need, little moon?”

“Yes. Have to feel you.” She was weak with it, hips moving of their own accord. “Please.”

“I love it when you say that word.” Stroking his cock, Brand groaned, his chest and abdomen pulling taught as his markings flared. “So sweet as you beg.”

He didn’t move, torturing her with one of her favorite sights in all the world—Brand resting on his haunches, thighs wide and bunching, his absolute power on full display. Firelight played on the shift of bulging muscle, on that hard-cut vee, leading her eye to the straining grip of his massive hand working up and down his thick length. On the glistening drop at its swollen head.

She caught the challenge in his heavy stare, lids drooping even as one brow arched, and unleashed the minx he wanted.

Lunara misted out from under him, passing through the ether so she stood at his back. “I’ll say whatever word you want,” she said into his ear, reaching down and wrapping her hand around his arm, making him pump harder, “just give it to me.”

His jaw went slack, a strangled sound escaping him. “Fuck.”

Lunara nearly cried out herself when the bond yawned wide and he threw his pleasure back at her. “Oh, is that how you want to play?” She misted again, landing on the couch in front of him, spreading herself wide. “Look at me.”

His eyes snapped to her. Their hazel depths burned when he found her fingers teasing the tender flesh he so lovingly abused, her back arching. Lifting a heavy breast, Lunara whimpered at the sharp sting of her long, pointed nails digging in. She let her own desire loose for him, her own dare, and pinched the dusky peak.

Brand snarled, on her instantly, pushing her knees back and burying himself to the hilt.