Page 82 of Moonlit Fate

“Because you are everything,” I said. Her trust, the way she responded to my slightest touch, felt like a gift. An offering to the beast that prowled just beneath my skin.

Searing heat spread from my fingertips as they journeyed down the silken expanse of Aria’s body. Her soft curves yielded to my touch like petals to sunlight, and with every inch traversed, I pulled her closer, until no breath could pass between us unshared.

Her hands skated over the taut canvas of my chest. Each finger traced the hard muscles that tensed in anticipation of her next move. Her touch was alchemical, transmuting skin and sinew into something far more potent—a craving that would accept nothing less than total surrender.

“Gods,” I groaned, the sound torn from the depths of a hunger that had troubled me since the moment our paths first crossed. “You unravel me.”

And then her mouth was on mine, a collision of heat and need that obliterated any semblance of distance or decorum. Her lips were both soft and insistent, forging a connection that seared straight to my soul. Our tongues met in a dance as old as time, yet as fresh as the first drizzle of spring rain—intimate, intricate, and impassioned.

“More,” she gasped between kisses, her nails grazing the nape of my neck, sending shivers down my spine. “I want all of you.”

“Then take me,” I sighed against her lips, surrendering to the tempest of sensation only Aria could evoke within me. “Claim me as I’ve claimed you, in heart, body, and soul.”

Our passion was a living thing, an entity that bound us with ropes of ecstasy so tight, not even fate itself could sever them. We moved together, lost in the carnal rhythm of two beings meant to collide.

Her legs, lithe and powerful, coiled around my waist with an urgency that matched the pulse of our hearts. We were puzzle pieces now clicking into place, her body a perfect counterpoint to mine.

Her small gasp was lost in my mouth as I carried her toward the bed, each step punctuated by the pounding of the rain against the cabin walls. The storm outside raged. Lightning split the sky, illuminating her face—a visage of raw, unabashed passion.

“Take me in the storm. Claim me with the thunder as our witness,” she whispered against my lips, her breath hot and heavy.

Our lips fused, a lifeline in the maelstrom of our desire. I lowered Aria onto the soft expanse of the bed, our gaze holding, an unspoken vow hanging in the heated space between us. Her silver eyes shimmered with a feral glow, reflecting my own desire like a mirror of my soul. My hands, steady despite the inferno within, began the slow pilgrimage to undress her, each article of clothing peeled away and unveiling more of her exquisite form.

Her chest rose and fell with rapid anticipation, the candlelight casting dancing shadows over her flesh as fabric parted beneath my touch. The storm’s howl outside seemed distant compared to the thundering of my heart. Every inch of her skin that was revealed felt like a new world to discover, a sacred terrain that whispered promises of ecstasy.

Aria arched beneath me, her slender form curving. My fingers traced her waist and hips with a reverence that reverberated through my core. Every inch of her skin was a landscape I yearned to commit to memory, each curve an uncharted territory that beckoned me deeper into the realm of our shared ecstasy.

As I removed the final barrier between us—her lace underwear—anticipation built inside me. The soft fabric slipped away, unveiling the raw desire between us. I kissed and licked the roundness of her breasts, lavishing attention on each nipple, teasing them with my teeth and soothing them with my tongue, making her gasp and arching her back in response.

“You are mine, Aria,” I murmured. “Say it. Tell me who you belong to.”

“You,” she said. “I belong to you.”

She gasped as I slid a finger inside her wet folds, feeling the warmth and slickness as my thumb gently circled her clit. I slowly slipped my finger from her heated core, making her whimper in frustration. Positioning myself between her thighs, with my thumb still circling her clit, I pushed my cock between her slick lips, the heat from her core begging me to take her. Her eyes met mine, filled with longing and desire, and she raised her hips, urging me on. It took every ounce of self-control not to just take her hard and fast. I filled her pussy with a slow, deliberate thrust, and she tightened around me. Aria’s gasps mixed with my own groans as our bodies came together.

Her legs wrapped around me, pulling me closer, urging me to abandon all restraint. And then, in one fluid motion, Aria reversed our positions. Straddling me, she claimed dominance with a grace and ferocity that rendered me awestruck.

“Let me show you how much I need you,” she said, grinding her hips against mine.

With every movement, she took us both closer to the brink, stoking the fires within us until they raged out of control. Our cries mingled with the fury of the storm outside, nature’s tumultuous symphony echoing the crescendo of our passion.

“Gods, yes,” I groaned, my hands gripping her hips, guiding her descent into pure hedonism. The power in her thighs was a revelation, her strength a perfect counterpart to my own.

She moaned, throwing her head back as she rode me with a wild abandon that left no room for thought, only feeling—the exquisite press of flesh on flesh, the relentless pursuit of shared oblivion.

With a growl that rumbled from deep within my chest, I flipped her onto her back. Aria’s eyes widened with surprise, then darkened with lust as I covered her body with mine.

My movements became powerful and relentless, each thrust designed to take us higher, to push us both toward the pinnacle of pleasure. We moved in perfect harmony, the primal rhythm we shared attuned to the beat of our racing hearts.

Aria’s fingers curled into my shoulders, her nails digging into my flesh as if she could anchor herself to this moment, to the raw intensity that surged between us. Her body trembled beneath me, and she clamped down around me, giving me all the encouragement I needed to let go.

“Aria!” I exclaimed, my voice guttural as my release thundered through me. My body shuddered with the intensity of my orgasm, every muscle tensing and untensing in waves of pure ecstasy.

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ARIA

My soul entwined with Atticus’s, two halves of a whole brought together by an unbreakable bond of love. We were the eye of the storm, a haven of peace during chaos, lost in each other as we rode out the tempest of our desires.

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