All Chapters of Six Moons Of Desire : Chapter 21 - Chapter 25

Dryann pulled off his clothes, the shadows of the night moon tracing his rugged features. His body was all hard lines and scars, like a story etched into flesh, yet the moonlight made him look almost untouchable. He waded into the lake, his breath catching as the icy water wrapped around him.“Fuck,” he hissed through clenched teeth. “It’s so fucking cold.”Maxton chuckled, his voice low and warm in the quiet night. He couldn’t stop watching him, this man who seemed to carry entire worlds in his chest. The sight of Dryann, dripping and raw under the moon, sent a tug straight to his heart.“You look beautiful,” Maxton said before he realized the words had escaped him.Dryann froze, then smirked. That sly curve of his lips broke through the cracks of his usual stoicism. He swam closer, his eyes locking with Maxton’s, steady and searching. For a long moment, nothing existed but that gaze, and Dryann realized he hadn’t thought of Dan, his late husband, once tonight. He had been thinking o

The sex was raw, slow, then fast, then hard—an unrelenting rhythm of hunger and need that made the earth beneath them tremble. Their kisses weren’t just lips meeting, they were confessions. Souls laid bare in tongue, and moans. Dryann pinned him to the ground grinding into him with an urgency that bordered on desperation.Maxton clawed down his back, pulling him closer, wanting all of him, needing every inch. His whimper turned to a moan when Dryann slid into him, slow at first, savoring his gasps. Then harder. Faster. Each thrust echoed like a vow, one Dryann couldn’t put into words but burned into Maxton’s skin.“Fuck, Max…” Dryann groaned, sweat dripping down his temples as he buried his face against Maxton’s throat.“Harder,” Maxton panted, biting his lip, pushing his hips back, desperate for the maddening pace.Dryann obeyed, pounding into him until Maxton’s nails dug into his arms. Their cries, their breathless curses, their raw pleasure tangled with the night air. They were lik

Dryann stirred in his sleep late in the night, the cold forest breeze brushing against his bare skin. It was sharp, enough to draw him awake. His hand reached instinctively for the warmth beside him, but the spot was empty.“Max?” he called softly, sitting up, his eyes scanning the moonlit clearing.“Behind you,” came the reply.Dryann spun. Maxton emerged from the shadow of the trees, his shirt unbuttoned, trousers half-zipped. He must have heard Dryann’s voice from afar and hurried back, but his expression betrayed something unsettled.“I’ve been calling you,” Dryann said, watching him closely.“Yeah… nature’s call,” Maxton replied, too casually.Dryann studied him another beat, but nodded. “C’mon. Let’s go back to the gathering. It’s getting cold out here.”“Yeah,” Maxton agreed, but his tone was taut, his body stiff with tension.Dryann noticed it, but chose not to press. Whatever haunted Maxton tonight, he would speak of it in his own time.When they reached the clearing, the air