The Thirteenth Moon novel · Chapter 11 of 24

Chapter 11: Said Out Loud

I woke at dawn with his arm over my waist and the thin gold light coming through the loft window.

Torin was already awake, lying on his side, watching me.

The silver on his chest had not faded.

It lay across his skin in the morning light, thin and bright, with the crescent at his collarbone.

I put my fingertip on it.

"Does it hurt?"

"No." He caught my hand and kissed the knuckles. "It feels like you."

"That's a terrible line."

"I know."

I laughed, and he pulled me closer and kissed me, and there was nothing urgent in it.

It was lazy and warm, the kind of kiss that goes on because there is nowhere else to be.

My wrist was quiet against his ribs.

I lay on my back, and he came over me slowly, braced on his forearms, and I wrapped my legs around his hips.

"Torin," I whispered, pulling him down.

"Right here."

He brushed his thumb across my clit and pushed his hard cock into my wet pussy with one long steady stroke, and we both groaned.

This time he didn't hurry.

He fucked me slowly until I was breathless and clutching at his shoulders, and he watched my face the whole time, and I let him.

"You're looking at me," I said.

"I've wanted to for thirteen moons."

He kissed my forehead, and my eyelids, and my mouth.

I felt it building low and slow, and when I came around him I held him tight and said his name into his neck.

He followed me with a hoarse sound and went still, his cum hot inside me, shaking, with his face in my hair.

We lay there for a long time.

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