Page 15 of Lunar Bound
The bioluminescent fungi appeared to fade in response to his words, as if the darkness separating them was absorbing the light. In the growing shadows, Poppy's other senses became sharper. She concentrated on the gentle sound of their breathing, the cool sensation of his skin touching hers, and the subtle aroma of desert sage lingering on her clothes.
"We were given basic instructions for this situation," he whispered.
When his lips found hers, the kiss was gentle, like drinking water from a night-chilled spring. Poppy leaned into it, her hands finding purchase on his shoulders. The star-patterns within his form swirled faster, creating eddies of light and darkness that reflected in the chamber around them.
"But you were not in the mission parameters," Lunar said when they finally broke apart.
Poppy laughed softly. "I would hope not."
"My purpose here is complex," he continued, his expression serious. "There are objectives beyond what Eclipse and Solar understand."
"You have secrets," Poppy acknowledged. "So do I."
"Yet you trust me," Lunar observed, sounding genuinely puzzled.
"I trust what I feel," she corrected. "And what I feel with you is right. Like finding a piece that's been missing."
Something shifted in his expression at her words. His hands framed her face.
"Show me more," he requested, his voice barely above a whisper.
Poppy didn't need to ask what he meant. She drew him closer, her lips meeting his again with greater urgency. This time, the kiss deepened, and she felt the energy of his true nature flow over her skin like water. It was exhilarating, each point of contact between them creating tiny whirlpools of sensation that traveled through her nervous system.
With deliberate movements, she slipped her jacket from her shoulders, then pulled her shirt over her head. The cool air of the cave raised goosebumps on her exposed skin, but they were nothing compared to the ripples of energy that flowed from Lunar's touch as his hands traced the contours of her body.
"Your warmth," he murmured against her throat. "It creates patterns I have never observed."
Poppy shivered, not from cold but from the intensity of sensation. "Good patterns?"
"Fascinating patterns," he clarified, his fingers exploring the curve of her waist with a scientific precision that was rapidly giving way to something more primal.
The bioluminescent fungi responded to their energy exchange, dimming and brightening in waves that matched the rhythm of their movements. Poppy guided Lunar's hands to her breasts, gasping at the vibration that traveled from his fingertips into her belly.
"You respond to shadow energy," Lunar observed, his voice deepening with what might have been wonder.
"I've always been drawn to darkness," Poppy admitted, her voice catching as his thumbs traced circles on her sensitive skin.
Lunar's eyes, now visible as slightly brighter patterns within his shadowed face, studied her with intense focus. "You are an anomaly, Poppy Jensen. A singularity."
She smiled at the unusual compliment, as her hands began to explore his body. His physique was both solid and fluid, with the lines between his energy and the darkness around him blurring as her fingers traced patterns on his chest.
Poppy pushed her pants down her legs to strip completely. Her hips bumped into his, not feeling the telltale sign of arousal she was used to with men. Instead, the space between his hips was flat. She looked up at him. "I'm not sure how we're supposed to, you know, fit together."
"I assure you we are compatible," he answered.
Together, they sank onto the stone floor of the cave, now softened by Poppy's discarded jacket.
Lunar's touch was exploratory and methodical, as he studied her body with the care of a scientist uncovering a new world. Yet there was something more than curiosity in his movements. There was a hunger, a need that transcended physical desire. When his fingers traced her skin, energy followed, creating pathways of pleasure.
"The patterns," he murmured, watching her reactions with undisguised fascination. "They flow through you, connecting us."
Poppy could see it too. Where their skin met, the darkness of his form seemed to flow into her, creating swirls of shadow that danced across her body before fading. It was beautiful and strange, intimate in a way that went beyond the physical.
When he finally moved above her, his body aligned with hers, Poppy felt as if the night sky collapsed upon them. The ache inside her was deep. Her thighs parted. Their connection was instant, with energy streaming from him to her, forming a circuit that grew stronger with every movement.
"I can feel you," she whispered, her hands gripping his shoulders. "Everywhere."
She arched her hips into him, searching for more. His body seemed to shift and change. The tingling pushed deep inside her, vibrating as a cock formed to fit her perfectly. The stretch became almost painful, but she was helpless to stop it. He pulsed more than thrust, undulating himself inside her sex.
