Ashina-The Awakening of the Luna
In here, it was only us—the prince and the warrior, the man and the woman who had survived hell to find their way back.
He cupped my face, kissing me again, slower this time but deeper. His hands moved to my waist, then my back, tangled in my hair. My body melted against his, my heartbeat thundering like war drums.
“Repeat it,” he whispered against my lips.
“I missed you.”
He groaned, pressing his forehead to mine. “Ashina, I’ve faced kings, monsters, and betrayal, but nothing terrified me like being without you.”
His confession shattered something in me. I kissed him harder, pulling him down with me onto the thick pelts lining the floor. Our limbs tangled, breath mingling, fingers exploring
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