The Lunar Legacy
She moaned, loud, raw, green eyes wide, hands gripping his back, nails raking, urging him faster, deeper, their rhythm building—fire, stone, love.
Sam’s hips rocked, meeting him, every thrust a spark, her moans rising, echoing in the glade—stream gurgling, fireflies dancing, pines whispering their song. “Kev,” she gasped, voice breaking, tattoo blazing, mind-link open—his strength flooded her, her fire consumed him, their bond a tide. He moved harder, deeper, hands gripping her thighs, lifting her, angling, hitting every spot, drawing cries, her body trembling, his growls primal, their love a fantasy—raw, consuming, eternal.
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