Page 49 of Must Love Moss and Moonshine
“Yes,” I whispered, my body on fire.“And more.Like before…”
He kissed his way down my stomach before trailing lower.When he spread my thighs and his hot mouth found my center, my world exploded into starlight.His tongue circled my clit with exquisite pressure as his fingers teased my entrance.My hands found his horns again, and the groan he made against me sent vibrations through my core.
His fingers joined his tongue, working in perfect rhythm until I was gasping, waves of pleasure crashing over me.As I came down from the high, he slid up beside me, laying his head on my chest and listening to my racing heart.
But I wasn’t done with him yet.
“Lie back,” I commanded, guiding him down.
I took my time exploring him, kissing down his neck, chest, and stomach, following that tantalizing trail of dark hair lower.I wrapped my hand around his thick cock, stroking him slowly before taking him into my mouth.His groan echoed through the cabin as I swirled my tongue around his tip.I worked him with my mouth and hand until he was trembling beneath me, then slid up to kiss him deeply.
“I want you,” I whispered against his lips.
“I want you too.”
I straddled his hips, wrapping my hand around his member and guiding him in.The delicious stretch of him filled me inch by inch and made my mind go blank with pleasure.When I finally took all of him, we both moaned at the perfect fit of our bodies.
Time seemed to dissolve as we moved together, my hips rolling against him in a steady rhythm that had his cock hitting just the right spot inside me.Everything narrowed to sensation.The moonlight turned everything to silver and shadow as I rode him, finding a rhythm as ancient as the forest itself.
His hands gripped my hips, guiding my movements as I chased my pleasure.I looked down at him.This powerful creature of the forest had given himself to me so completely that it took my breath away.His horns caught the moonlight, casting branching shadows across the furs.
“Tansy,” he breathed, and I leaned down to kiss him, my hair falling around us like a curtain.The new angle sent shocks of pleasure through me, making me gasp against his mouth.
Our movements grew more desperate, more primal.I whispered his name like an incantation as the pressure built inside me.When my release finally crashed over me, he followed, holding me close as we fell apart in each other’s arms.
Afterward, I collapsed against his chest, both of us breathing heavily.He stroked my back as aftershocks rippled through me.Through the window, moonlight painted patterns across our skin, and somewhere in the distance, an owl called.
“I love you,” I whispered against his neck, the words carrying all the certainty of ancient magic.“My glimmer.”
He pulled me closer, pressing a kiss to my temple.“My glimmer,” he murmured back, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.He then pulled me down for another kiss, slower this time but no less passionate.We had all night ahead of us, and I intended to explore every inch of him again and again.
The fire crackled low in the hearth, and somewhere on the table, Marvelle had long since curled up to sleep, giving us our privacy.But we were lost in our own world, where nothing existed except the feel of skin on skin, the mingled scents of lilac and forest, and the love that had grown between us like a rare and precious moonshine bloom.
EPILOGUE: TANSY
Two Months Later…
Kellen and I emerged from the hollow tree just beyond Silver River.The water gleamed under the bright morning light, shades of pink and yellow from the sunrise glinting on the surface.A thousand tiny sparks of sunshine danced on the flowing current.The crisp, early-winter air wrapped around us, carrying the earthy scent of decaying leaves.The trees were bare now, their naked branches stark against the brightening sky.Hand in hand, we crossed the bridge.
As we went, we passed a farmer driving his wagon.
“Guardian,” he called respectfully, inclining his head to Kellen.“Miss Foxglove,” he added with a smile.“Good morrow.”
“Good morrow,” I called back, returning his smile.
Kellen nodded in greeting to the man.While his face was stoic, I caught the light smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.
As we crossed the bridge, the town’s morning sounds greeted us—chickens clucking in the distance, the clop of horse hooves on cobblestones, and the occasional chiming of bells.The scents of fresh-baked bread, cakes, scones, and other delights wafted from the businesses we passed.
At The Sconery and Teashop, Rosalyn was placing baskets of freshly baked breads out for display in the window.She waved to us as we passed.
“Kellen,” she called through the glass, her voice lilting.“I have scones for you!Stop on your way home.”
“I will.Thank you,” he replied, giving her a friendly wave.
The residents of Moonshine Hollow seemed determined to make my future husband feel like a part of their community.Rosalyn was persistent in her overt friendliness, often enlisting Primrose, a cheerful woman who was the local caterer, in her schemes.Where Rosalyn and Primrose were robust in their invitations to every party, concert, dinner, and event, Juniper’s efforts were subtler but no less effective.I hadn’t yet decided which approach worked better, but I did know that Kellen no longer worried about being seen in town.Every morning, he walked me to my workshop, meeting me at dusk to walk me home once more.
We reached Thistle and Thyme, its ivy-covered walls bathed in golden light, the small enchanted lanterns still glowing faintly under the eaves.Kellen held the door open for me as we entered.We were greeted by the fragrant scents of dried herbs and one very excited mosspup.
