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With a growl of approval, he sat up, arms around her, holding her as their breaths collided again. The tent felt too small to hold the heat rising between them.
But Luna wouldn't let him take over, not yet. She pushed him back with a gentle but firm palm to his chest.
"My turn," she reminded him, and he obeyed.
He lay back, watching her silhouette framed in the low glow of a storm pearl. His hands never stopped moving, along her waist, brushing her back, cupping her hips in rhythm with her rise and fall. Time to time playing with the chests.
Each motion drew a sigh. A moan. A promise. Kai was also making some sound, in satisfaction. She rode every sound he made like they were sacred.
