Luna Wicken
Pleasure exploded through me, a tidal wave of sensation that left me gasping and shaking.
Brax moved back up my body, his eyes locked on mine, and took my face in his hands, his gaze full of reverence and tender care. "Luna," he murmured softly, brushing stray wisps of hair from my face. His lips found mine again, this kiss slower, more indulgent, a promise of his unyielding desire to explore every facet of what we shared.
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