The Lunar Legacy
—spilling into her, hot, primal, tattoo pulsing red, their souls entwined, unbreakable.
They collapsed, panting, water lapping their legs, steam curling, moonlight soft. Sam’s fingers traced his tattoo, green eyes hazy, love raw, tattoo tingling. “You’re mine,” she whispered, voice thick, curling against him, his heat her haven, hair spilling over his chest like fire.
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