Page 49 of In the Light of the Moon

“Don’t stop, baby,” my voice was breathy, desperate, and his chest rumbled into my back. It was already starting, my muscles going taut, when he looked back at me.

“Fuck. Come for me, Sylvie. Now,” Orion groaned, and when his eyes met mine, they almost seemed to glow.

With his name on my lips, I did just that. The noises between our bodies were obscene and delicious, and I couldn’t help myself from grinding my hips, chasing more, more, more.

He gave it to me, mouth dropped open until I claimed it with mine. I sucked on his tongue like I’d done his thumb earlier, and he answered by taking me in earth-shattering pulses.

My whole world felt like it was this, us, and soon, Orion broke our kiss to pant that he was close. We’d discussed that too, and though I was at the dangerous point of beyond caring, Orion pulled out just in time. With my leg hooked back around his hip, he fisted his cock while chanting my name like it was a prayer.

I clutched his head to my neck once again, this time while he painted my back and side. My nails scratched encouragingly on his scalp, holding him through his release.

A long time passed before our breaths calmed and Orion was able to speak. He passed his tongue along the bruises from his teeth. “Youare perfect, Sylvie.” And I couldn’t help but drearily preen while wrapped in his arms.

Orion kissed me repeatedly on my neck and my cheek before gingerly untangling himself to grab a cloth to clean me with. I laid on my side, eyes still on the beautiful sight just beyond his windows, and felt content down to my bones. Once he returned, Orion wiped my skin clean, and after he disposed of the cloth in a laundry hamper that was hidden in the depths of a closet, he joined me on the bed.

He settled behind me and encircled my body in his arms once again. My hair had nearly come loose from the tight topknot I’d secured it in before coming over, but I couldn’t bring myself to fix it. Not with the drowsy peace that I felt in Orion’s arms. Not to mention that my body felt absolutely spent.

“Thank you for making me dinner, baby,” I grinned into the dark, “and my dessert.”

He planted a kiss just behind my ear, “You’re welcome. Though, that was a dessert for me, too.”

“True,” I teased, “you came very hard.”

Orion nipped my earlobe and gave another low rumble, “And who was the one who came… was it four times?”

My smile grew, and I twisted around to look at him. “Five, I think. Well done, Dr. Gealach,” my finger bopped him softly on the nose, and he huffed, shaking his head to clear my tickling. “So, what’s next?”

“Next?”

I shrugged my shoulders as much as I could in this position, “I mean, it’s probably only like eight o’clock. Don’t tell me you’re so much of a grandpa that you go to bed this early.”

Orion turned me onto my back and caged me in between his arms. Despite thinking my body was done for the night, I felt my navel flutter again in anticipation. Though it was a far cry from when he pinned me down outside of Vinny’s, I could acknowledge that both times, I felt excited at the thought of being under his mercy.

Instead of baring his teeth at me, Orion smirked and placed a kiss on my forehead, “No, I usually grade papers or read far later than I should. What would you like to do?”

“Hm…” I contemplated then had a devious idea. If he was so set on treating me, taking care of me, maybe he’d give me my way on this, too. “We could watch a movie?”

He took a deep breath and narrowed his eyes, “What kind of movie, Sylvie.”

I ran my finger in little swirls on his chest, feeling the thin patch of translucent hair there, “Well, we could do that slasher film I told you about… unless you’re finally ready to watchTwi?—”

Orion groaned like I’d punched him in the gut, “Oh, please, anything but that.”

“Okay, great! Slasher film it is,” and I gave him my most winning smile before smacking a kiss on his lips.

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

Orion

Sylvie’s eyes were wide with rapt attention at the killer chasing the female protagonist through the graveyard. I was reluctant to admit that the film was quite entertaining, but what drew my focus more was the way Sylvie reacted to it.

She hyped the film up to me as one of the best horror movies to come out in recent years. I had little to no frame of reference for that, but, despite her sweet exterior, my little witch loved all things scary.

Though she’d already seen the movie in theaters, I watched curiously as she flinched at the first stab in the character’s back. More gore and blood painted the screen, and though she had the urge to look away, Sylvie’s heart rate and scent picked up in the way she normally did when she was excited.

“You’re going to miss details if you keep watching me like that, baby,” she droned without taking her eyes off of the carnage. I huffed and tried my best to refocus on being frightened. About halfway through the movie, my phone began buzzing on the coffee table. That was the second time this weekMeredith had called me, and I promptly ignored the call, as I had done all the others.

Sylvie was tucked into my side with a mug of hot chocolate in her hands, though it had long gone cold. I balanced a bowl of popcorn on my lap, but it seemed I was the only one that remembered to eat any. She was sucked in, my Sylvie, and I had to admit that the movie wasn’t terrible. Though, I was able to quickly deduce the identity of the killer, which I whispered to Sylvie fifteen minutes into the film. Much to her chagrin.

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