Page 28 of Must Love Moss and Moonshine (Moonshine Hollow)
TANSY
O ur kisses deepened as moonlight streamed through the cabin windows, casting everything in a silvery glow.
I couldn’t resist reaching up to touch his horns, those beautiful branch-like protrusions that marked him as something wild and otherworldly.
My fingers traced up his neck, through his dark hair, until they found the rough texture where bark met skin.
The moment I touched them, he shivered against me.
“You’re trembling,” I whispered against his lips, amazed I could affect this powerful creature so deeply.
“They’re sensitive,” he breathed, his voice rough with desire. “And your every touch makes me feel…more. Just more. You are filling my life, Tansy.”
My heart swelled. I pressed closer, needing to feel more of him.
His strong arms tightened around me. Each kiss grew more urgent, heat building between us.
His hands slipped down my back, making me arch against his broad chest. My fingers found the laces of his vest, desperate to feel his skin against mine.
“I want you,” I breathed, working at the knots with trembling fingers.
He helped me, shrugging off the leather, and then pulling his tunic over his head. Gods, he was beautiful, all muscle and smooth skin. I ran my hands over his chest, reveling in the way he shuddered at my touch.
His hands shook as he began undoing the ties of my gown.
The reverence in his touch made me ache with need as he pulled the fabric from my shoulders, exposing my breasts to the cool night air.
My nipples hardened instantly, and his sharp intake of breath made heat pool between my legs.
Each brush of his fingers against my skin sent sparks of pleasure through me.
I gasped when his lips found my neck, trailing hot kisses across my collarbone.
My fingers threaded through his hair. “Kellen,” I sighed.
My dress slipped away in waves of green velvet and silk, leaving me bare in the moonlight. The way he looked at me, like I was some precious thing, made me burn with desire. His fingers skimmed my sides, leaving trails of fire in their wake as he drew me toward the bed.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured against my neck.
I inhaled deeply, taking in his scent of leather and earth. I pulled him down with me onto the soft furs, watching as he carefully positioned himself above me, mindful of his horns.
“Kellen,” I moaned, pulling him closer, needing to feel his weight against me. “Kellen… I’ve dreamed of this.”
“Tell me what you dream of,” he breathed against my skin, his lips trailing down my throat to my breasts.
His hot mouth closed around my nipple, tongue swirling as he sucked gently.
His hand cupped my other breast, his thumb brushing across the hardened peak.
I arched off the bed, waves of pleasure washing through me.
His cock hardened against my thigh as I writhed beneath him.
“Is this what you wanted?” he asked, his voice rough with desire.
“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.