Sara and the Conqueror
We broke for air intermittently, our breaths hitching in the cold air, only to dive back in, more fervent than before.
For the first time, it didn't matter that we were standing out in the open, in the middle of a city street. I was the Luna; the whole of the Crescent Moon belonged to me, or so the people believed. I tried to lean into that power, but the thought flickered out the moment it arrived. At almost the same time, I felt the unmistakable heat of him, strong and hard, pressing against me.
Instinctively, I reached for him, my fingers brushing against the heavy fabric of his trousers. A low, guttural moan escaped his lips.