Page 26 of King of Moon and Claws

Elora's heart pounded as she took him fully into her mouth, her eyes meeting his. His gaze was heated, laden with a mix of desire and vulnerability that made her heart flutter. As she moved rhythmically, Bastian let out a deep, uncontrollable moan that echoed through the room.

Elora took her time, lavishing attention on him with infinite patience. She loved watching the raw pleasure etched on his face and the way his chest heaved with each gasp. It gave her a sense of power. Not over him, but with him. Together they journeyed into uncharted territories of pleasure and passion.

But she pulled away just when he seemed close to the edge, a teasing smile on her lips. Bastian let out a strangled groan of frustration, pulling her up to his mouth to claim her lips once more.

Bastian turned them over so he was on top, his muscular frame dwarfing hers as he positioned himself at her entrance. He pushed into her slowly at first, giving Elora time to adjust to his size. She gasped and tightened around him.

He started moving within her, each thrust driving deeper than the last until they found a rhythm that suited them both. Her nails dug into his back as their pace quickened, lost in the blissful sensation of him being inside her. The room echoed with their mingled sighs and whispers, the quiet sounds of pleasure and desire filling the air, drowning out the world beyond the walls of their solitude.

With each drive of his hips, Bastian pressed himself deeper. His kisses were breathless and urgent against her neck, his fingers digging into her hips to pull her even closer.

Elora cradled him in her arms, holding him tightly against her and accepting everything that he was – his strength, his fears, his desires. Her legs wrapped around him instinctively, driving him to go deeper with every thrust. Pleasure rippled through her body in waves, each stronger than the last.

She watched Bastian above her, a sheen of sweat on his brow. His gaze was intense and focused as he moved within her. His features were drawn tightly with pleasure but beneath that was a look of reverence that made her heart ache.

Bastian grunted, his grip on her growing tighter. His strokes became erratic, driven by pure instinct. Her hands clung to his broad shoulders, nails digging into his flesh, spurring him on with her soft cries and pleading words.

She could feel him throbbing within her as she neared her climax, every nerve in her body screaming for release. "Bastian," she whimpered, her desire for him overwhelming.

He kissed her deeply, their tongues dancing in a rhythm that matched their bodies' pulsating movements. With every push and pull, they spiraled further into a cocoon of pleasure and intimacy, their connection deepening with each shared breath.

She could feel every inch of him as he slid in and out of her, every vein, every ridge. His hands traced patterns on her skin, leaving trails of fire in their wake.

She arched her back and cried out as she felt a wave of pleasure building within her. Her heart pounded wildly as Bastian drove them both closer to the edge. His thrusts became more vigorous, more desperate.

"Elora," he growled, the sound vibrating through her body as it echoed from deep within him. His hand found hers, their fingers entwining in a firm grip as he thrust with renewed vigor.

The tension wound tighter, coiling within her like a spring until she thought she might shatter. Bastian seemed to sense her impending climax and quickened his pace, his hips moving in a frenzy that left her breathless and gasping.

She met each of his thrusts with an eager push of her own, the bed creaking in response to their combined efforts. His mouth found her neck, teeth grazing against her sensitive skin and sending jolts of pleasure down her spine.

Feeling a deep quake starting from her core, Elora clung to Bastian tighter, her legs locking around his waist. With trembling lips, she whispered his name like a sacred chant. "Bastian," she repeated over and over until it became a sweet moan swallowed by his fervid kisses.

With each stroke, she was propelled further until her climax hit like a tidal wave, washing over her in a rush of pleasure that left her breathless. "Bastian," she cried out, her voice pitched high as she surrendered to the overwhelming sensations.

With a final, powerful thrust, he let himself go, his release mingling with hers. He shuddered above her, his body going rigid as he let out a guttural moan.

They lay entwined in the afterglow, their heavy breathing the only sound in the room.

SIXTEEN

BASTIAN

Making love to Elora had cleared his mind and lifted the tension from his body. The stress of the approaching war had vanished, seeping out of his pores and through the feverish song of their entanglement. He felt like they were given a fresh start, the two of them, finally on the same page.

He was feeling radiant at every angle, having left his mate in his royal bed to sleep and have whatever indulgences she craved. He took pleasure in taking care of her, in keeping her safe and sound within the walls of his opulent bedroom.

He was jealous of the very sunlight that kissed her skin.

Bastian hummed a pleasant tune in his office, engulfed by the sensual thoughts of the previous night's dalliance when a servant knocked on the door. The king had a darkly ominous feeling.

“Come in."

Tavish entered, his face ghost white. Bastian had been holding a book on ancient vampire lore and then dropped it heavily to his desk before his servant spoke.

“What’s wrong?” he implored.

“There has been another attack,” Tavish said cautiously. “In the theater this time. There was a matinee show and the patrons were ambushed.”

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