That realization alone nearly wrecked me.
Instead, her fingers tightened instinctively in the fabric of my hoodie while my tail curled automatically around her waist, pulling her flush against my chest exactly where I wanted her.
Where I needed her.
Her body fit there too perfectly.
Soft curves against hard muscle.
Warmth against years of cold isolation.
Fuck.
I lowered my head slowly, giving her every opportunity to stop me.
“What are you doing?” she whispered.
Nervous.
Breathless.
But not afraid.
Never afraid.
“I’m kissing you, Luna,” I said roughly. “After that confession, I think we both need it.”
And maybe I should have stopped there.
Maybe I should have remembered every reason this was dangerous.
Maybe I should have remembered I was unstable.
That I carried celestial power capable of destroying realms when unchecked.
Maybe I should have remembered that wanting someone this much could ruin a male like me.
But then she looked at my mouth.
Just for a second.
And I was lost.
Completely.
I kissed her.
Hard.
The moment our mouths touched, every coherent thought in my head vanished like smoke swallowed by lunar tide.
She made the softest sound against my lips.
Gods.
I deepened the kiss instinctively, one hand sliding upward into her hair while the other held her firmly against my body.
Warm.
