The Lycan King’s Treasured Luna
His eyes, dark and fathomless, remained fixed on mine, the quiet intensity in them was so disarming I felt my pulse stutter.
He inclined his head in solemn acknowledgment. Then he lifted his hand. And though I had imagined this moment a thousand different ways, nothing could have prepared me for the reality of it. Slowly, because I couldn't seem to make my body obey any faster, I placed my hand into his. His palm was warm and steady. His thumb stroked across the back of my hand in a single, tender motion. The simple touch, so small, so impossibly gentle, sent a cascade of warmth through my chest that threatened to undo me entirely.