They tumbled onto the bed in a tangle of limbs and desperate mouths.
Luna found herself pressed against the soft furs, Luca's weight settling over her, around her, on her—and she wrapped her arms and legs around him instinctively, pulling him closer, needing him closer, wanting him closer in a way she'd never wanted anything before.
Their mouths met again, and this time Luna didn't hold back.
She kissed him with a ferocity that surprised them both.
"Mwah!♡~ Mwah!♡~ Pucker!♡~ Mwah!♡~ Suck!♡~"
All that sweetness, that tentative exploration from moments ago—gone, replaced by something ravenous, something hungry that had been sleeping inside her and had just woken up.
"Peck!♡~ Peck!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Peck!♡~ Taste!♡~"
Her tongue pushed into his mouth, dueling with his, learning the shape of him, the taste of him, the feel of him.
She kissed him like she'd been doing it her whole life, like she'd been born knowing exactly how to do this.
