Page 163 of The Luna Duet


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I kissed her harder, deeper.

The door creaked a little as we fought to get closer.

We kissed because we couldn’t not kiss but also to gag us from every explicit roar, every shivering moan, and every guttural cry swelling inside us.

Our warring tongues kept us silent.

Our kiss seduced and drugged us. I lost every thought, every fear as I rode Neri against the door that her father had installed for me.

Grabbing both her wrists, I shoved them above her head, trapping her with one hand while my other dropped to her chest.

Her back bowed as I cupped her.

Her heart charged beneath my touch as I pinched her nipple.

Her lips slipped under mine, tingling with connection.

I’d always felt a unique kind of power between us. An awareness that crackled in the air whenever we were too close; a sixth sense that made my blood burn whenever we touched.

But this was on a whole new fucking level.

The magnetic pull I felt toward her exploded from its soft suggestion to blistering belonging. I was hers. Fuck, everything about me was hers. I couldn’t have fought it if I tried.

The moment she’d found me on that broken piece of boat, this was inevitable.

Just like she’d said.

I hadn’t just drowned in her, I’d inhaled her, and what I’d told her last night was terrifyingly true.

She was my air in a world full of oceans.

She was my dream in a nightmare full of death.

She was my sun in a night full of fear.

And I kissed her as if I’d collapse to her feet and stop breathing. Because I would. I wouldn’t survive if I lost her. If they found out where I was hiding and took me...fuck.

Riding her harder, my thoughts scrambled.

I gave in to the burn.

Crackling power crashed down my spine, centred between my legs, and made my toes curl. “I need...I can’t stop—”

“Me too.” She tried to get free from my wrist lock, but I held her tight.

I pumped against her pussy.

Her quiet cry of absolute surrender made my heart smoke, bones melt, and a rip-roaring release to spurt up my cock and drench my boxers.

I shuddered as I came.

I choked her with my tongue, silencing her moans as she jerked against me, again and again, her release lasting longer than mine. I opened my eyes, watching the final throes of delirium wring her dry.

My chest swelled with love.

I tripped evermore harder for her.

So beautiful in body and soul. So strong and brave and good.

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