Compilation Of Short Stories
The moonlight loved her body, and so did his eyes.
"So lovely," he drew out the word, his voice thick with longing. He didn't stir to place a hand on her, but merely let his gaze ride over her trembling body. "Your flesh is bathed in moonlight."
When at last he set her down on the moss, the softness was a cradle of velvet. He loomed over her, a dark silhouette of invincible will and purpose against the starfield. He inclined his head, his lips covering the aching pulse throbbing in her throat, over the collar. His tongue danced the feral rhythm, and Liana sprang from the floor, a splintered cry tearing past her lips. It was too much, a live wire to the throbbing pain between her legs.