Moonchild
“Oh! Don’t stop!”
Their need exploded, and she did shatter, her body heaving in his arms. “November.” He gritted out.
Leonidas held her, ground her name and surged into her and met his own shattering, spilling inside her and blind with the unbridled fury of what had just happened between them. November was limp in his arms, drooping against him, her head on his shoulder. He let his own head drop, resting on the curve of her neck and shoulder, her sweet, female scent rising to his nostrils as he gulped in air.
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