The eastern tower roof belonged to us that night, no guards, no king, no prophecy breathing down our necks. Just the two of us, thick furs spread beneath the open sky, and the moon hanging so low and full it felt like it could reach down and touch us.I lay on my back, the gray cloak fanned out around my shoulders like spilled moonlight. Genesis hovered above me, braced on his forearms so his weight never crushed me, though I wanted it to. His breath was warm against my throat, his eyes molten silver in the dark, drinking me in like I was the only thing worth seeing in all the worlds.“You’re shaking,” he murmured, lips brushing the shell of my ear.“Not from cold,” I whispered.He smiled, slow, predatory, tender, and lowered his head to kiss the pulse at the base of my neck. The same spot he would mark later. The same spot he’d already claimed in every way that mattered without even touching me.I arched under him, fingers sliding into his hair, tugging just hard enough to pull that
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