Page 71 of Moonlit Fate

The tension that had cocooned my body unraveled as I looked into his eyes.

“Let me help you,” he said.

I nodded, surrendering to the sensations only he could elicit from me. He leaned in, his lips meeting mine.

Atticus’s hands charted the landscape of my body, worshipping every curve with reverent touches. The kiss deepened, our tongues tangling and breath mingling. As we explored one another’s mouths, my heart raced against the smooth planes of Atticus’s chest, his fingers tangling in my hair, urging me closer.

Our bodies melted together. His scent filled my nostrils, our hearts beating as one as he cradled my cheek with his palm. Our skin met with a softness and yet a ferocity. Atticus traced gentle patterns on my back as he nuzzled my neck. We became desperate then, a primal need soaring through us both. He tasted like the night air, like the wind itself, and held me like I was the answer to an age-old prayer.

We sank back on the bed, fully clothed but with an aching need to be closer. Every move was synchronized—our breathing, our hearts beating in a rhythm that matched our desires. I yielded to him, melting under his touch with a soft moan. I gripped his hair tightly in my fists as he pulled away to stare into the very depths of my soul. He kissed my jaw, then down to my collarbone before untying the clasp of my tunic with eager fingers. The leather fell open to reveal my smooth skin beneath. I shuddered as his cool fingers brushed over my bare skin.

The moonlight danced across his face, casting shadows over his features, making him look almost supernatural. My heart raced in anticipation of what was to come. He trailed hot, hungry kisses down my collarbone and lower, each touch setting my skin aflame. A gasp escaped me as he nipped at the sensitive flesh just below my throat, and for a moment, I was so overcomewith desire that I forgot my own name. His hands slid up under my tunic, tracing the outline of my ribcage and lingering on the swell of my breasts before cupping them gently. His thumbs brushed over the hardening peaks of my nipples, sending electric currents straight to my core. I arched into him, unable to contain the moan that escaped from deep within me.

Atticus’s other hand found its way to the band of leather holding up my pants and started to undo it slowly, pulling it down while maintaining eye contact with me. His voice was rough when he spoke against my skin.

“You are beautiful,” he murmured. “The most breathtaking creature I’ve ever seen.”

When his hand finally slipped beneath the fabric, I nearly came undone. Pure heat roared through me, burning away any remaining doubt or hesitation. He whispered sweet nothings against my skin as he explored every inch of me, making me writhe underneath him like a moth drawn to flames. Our tongues met again in a passionate kiss that sent tremors rippling through our bodies. As his fingers glided over my skin, I succumbed to the searing flames that licked at my core. I cried out, my head falling back at the sensation of his touch. The shadows danced and twisted around us in time with Atticus’s pounding heart, an ethereal dance of darkness and desire.

We moved with the rhythm of the night, the throbbing pulse of our hearts mingling with the whispering winds. Our bodies merged with a divine fluidity as he sank into me, filling me. Each caress, each kiss, each touch seared itself into my memory, marking me as indelibly his.

As he began to stroke in and out of me, waves of pleasure crashed over me. We were one now, wholly intertwined, our insatiable need driving our pulse. His body moved with mine, our hearts beating as one. Our skin shimmered with sweat asour passion intensified with each thrust. Our moans were a symphony of pleasure that reverberated through the night.

As I reached my peak, the world blurred into a kaleidoscope of colors and shapes. Time stood still as my body convulsed with pleasure, singing in harmony with his touch. Atticus’s name was a ragged breath from my lips as the ecstasy lit up my body, leaving me breathless.

The languid beating of our hearts slowed to a synchronized rhythm under still-flushed skin. As the last whispers of pleasure faded away, I nestled closer to Atticus, seeking the warmth of his broad chest. His arms tightened around me, pulling me into the shelter of his body, and all my worries melted away.

“Stay with me,” he implored. “Just like this.”

“Where else would I go?” I asked, half-teasing, half-serious. The idea of being anywhere but here, entangled with him, seemed impossible. Unthinkable. My room was our momentary haven.

His chuckle vibrated through me, making me smile. “Good point.”

I tilted my head up to look at him, finding those ice-blue eyes soft with something akin to wonder. “You saved me out there,” I said.

“I’ll always save you.”

Our lips met in a tender kiss, sealing the promise we’d made to each other. The vow that needed no words.

Reluctantly breaking the kiss, I nestled against him, pressing my cheek to his chest.With a contented sigh, I drifted into dreams.

17

ATTICUS

The morning light had barely begun to filter through the gauzy curtains of Aria’s room when I slipped into her large marble tub. Steam rose, a veil shielding us from the chaos that lay beyond the manor’s stone walls. Aria’s skin shimmered with droplets, and her face held that familiar wildness I was drawn to time and time again.

She extended a delicate hand, and I took it, our connection pulsing like a livewire. I moved closer, my arm winding around her waist, drawing her against the solid plane of my chest. With her back pressed to me, I outlined her curves, mapping her body with a fierce possessiveness.

“Feels like we’re worlds away from everything.” She leaned into me. This privacy was our fortress, even if just for these fleeting minutes.

“Let me be your refuge,” I said, my lips brushing against the shell of her ear. She shivered at the contact, a tiny gasp escaping her.

Aria turned in my arms. “You already are.” As her fingers found their way through my hair to tug me down to meet her lips, I was lost in her.

Her kiss was life and tenderness, a contradiction that defined us both. My hands roamed her slick skin, savoring her softness. Aria’s hands wandered along my shoulders, tickling the lines of muscle honed from countless battles. But here, with her, I was not the rogue wolf forever poised for a fight. I was simply a man undone by the love of a woman who saw past the scars to the soul beneath.

“Let me show you how much you mean to me,” I said, capturing her lips once more. Our movements were unhurried, leisurely. My hands cupped her breasts, thumbs circling the peaks that hardened at my touch, eliciting a moan that vibrated from her to me.

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