That one day soon I would inherit the mantle of Máni himself?
That my bloodline governed tides and seasons and lunar blessings across realms?
That she had somehow become the center of all of it?
I kissed her forehead slowly.
“Wait for me at the festival tomorrow,” I whispered. “I’ll tell you everything then. I swear it.”
She studied me carefully for several seconds.
Then smiled.
A real smile.
Bright enough to split open the darkness inside me permanently.
Gods.
That smile was mine too.
I gathered her even closer instinctively, hands roaming slowly over her lush body.
Soft everywhere.
Perfect everywhere.
Her belly yielded beautifully beneath my palms.
Her hips curved generously against my thighs.
Everything about her felt made for worship.
Amrin moaned softly and tilted her head back, offering me her mouth again like temptation itself.
I was far too greedy to resist.
I kissed her deeply while lowering her slowly onto the bed once more, spreading my hands down every dip and curve like I was memorizing sacred scripture.
Mine.
My lunar butterfly.
My mate.
Sweet Luna.
I settled between her thighs reverently.
This.
This was how she should always look.
Flushed pink.
Panting softly.
Her eyes were heavy with desire while she watched me like I hung the fucking stars.
