Page 65 of Moonlight Hearts

He circled me with his fingers, and any denial I might have offered went out of my head, turning to moans as I gave myself over to the feeling.

It was still strange, being opened by him.Soyer was thorough, caring in his every move.If I thought he’d watched me while I was at work, well, it was nothing compared to how he watched me now, noticing my every reaction and adjusting to them.

Today, he took a slow approach, making it so that the touching, the stretching, was almost as good as I knew him being inside of me would be.

“This is where you enjoy it most, isn’t it?”he asked while circling my prostate and nearly driving me insane in the process.

“S-Soyer…”

“Not an answer, my heart.You should always answer when someone asks you a question, did no one ever tell you?Hmm, I’ll have to make a judgment call, then.”

The pressure intensified, and I cried out.I was so very close to coming already, but I didn’t want to, not yet.I wanted to feel him first, and I wanted him to enjoy this as much as I did.

Although, when I blinked my eyes open to see the satisfied look on his face, I wasn’t so sure he needed any more than this.

I pulled my knees up, holding on to his hand.“Soyer, please.I want you.”

He grinned.“In here?”And the pressure on my prostate intensified, becoming very nearly too much to bear.

“Yes.Soyer, please.”

“Say that again.Say ‘please’ again, Amory.”

Our eyes met.“Please.Please, I want you, Soyer.Please.Don’t make me wait any longer.”

That sparked something in him.It was like the lonely phoenix bird had heard his mate and couldn’t deny him an answer.He stopped stretching me with his fingers, instead offered me the view of how he slicked himself up.While sights like this had first stirred my curiosity, I’d never seen anyone who looked better, sharper, more attractive than my Soyer.

He lined himself up, moving slow as soon as he pressed against my ring.“Good, my heart.Relax.You know how it’s done.”

I did.I’d learned it from him, with him, and enjoyed each lesson.I’d never be done studying, either.

It didn’t take long for our bodies to become connected.There was more to this than just two bodies…fucking though.The sex mattered, yes, but it almost didn’t.It was more important that it was with him, that this was us.That I knew I could save this man with fire—that I had, and that I’d do it again.

I came, my orgasm taking hold of me much like the flames had back then.It was too fast and yet not fast enough.I’d barely made a sound, and Soyer’s lips were close to mine as he continued rocking me through it.

“Yes, you feel so good.Fuck, Amory, how do you feel even better when you come, huh?How is that right?How?”

He sped up as the feeling ebbed for me.He never took his eyes off mine, didn’t even blink.I felt him reach his own orgasm—the tension, the heat filling me.Not for anything in the world would I ever give this up.

A wave of emotion caught up with me when Soyer relaxed on top of me, and I felt sad for even having thought about giving this up when I’d been younger and scared, when faking straightness had seemed like an option.It all passed when he kissed me, when he whispered into my ear in a language I didn’t understand.

I didn’t mind that, just hugged him close even as he adjusted himself and pulled out.He was telling me how he loved me, in whatever words he could reach in the moment, and I was fine with that.

Chapter Twenty

IfellasleepinSoyer’s arms; not the deep kind of sleep but the partially aware one.I knew he was there, followed the sound of his slow breaths, and could tell that he wasn’t as sleepy as I because every now and then, there was a soft caress, fingers brushing a strand of hair or adjusting the sheet around us.

I was at the cusp of proper, oblivious sleep when he moved and moved me with him, so that I was now fully lying on his chest.

“Amory.”

“Hmmmm….”

“Do you want to stay in bed, my heart?”

To be fair, I really, really wanted to.Had I always been like this?Ready and willing to abandon all sense of duty to spend my time enjoying myself?I hadn’t, but Soyer made me want to.He made me want to say yes to his hopeful question.

“Can’t.”I lifted my head, blinking at the darkness that was only broken by the lights from downstairs and the city lights from outside.The moon was waning, but it was still gibbous and bright, bathing us in its light.“I have to go to the diner.”