Page 95 of The Blood Moon Oath

Her words hit deeper than I expect, and for a moment, I forget how to breathe. She’s so close, her warmth seeping into me, her scent filling my senses. I don’t realize how tightly I’m gripping her hand until she shifts slightly, her eyes searching mine.

“Sable,” I murmur, my voice barely above a whisper.

The space between us feels too small, too charged. I can feel the pull, just like the others must have felt, thrumming with unspoken words, unfulfilled promises. My hand lifts, brushing a strand of hair from her face, and her breath catches.

“Finn,” she whispers, her voice trembling slightly.

And in that moment, everything else fades away.

Chapter

Fifty

FINN

As Sable sits before me, her eyes locked onto mine, I'm struck by the depth of emotion swirling within them. Despite my wariness, she's managed to breach the walls I've built around myself, and now I find myself craving her touch, her presence.

I take a step closer, the air thickening with tension. "Sable," I murmur, my voice low and husky. "We shouldn't...but I can't help myself."

Her lips part, and she nods almost imperceptibly. That silent understanding sends a jolt of desire coursing through me.

Slowly, deliberately, I reach out, cupping her cheek in my palm. Her skin is warm, soft beneath my calloused fingers. I lean in, pressing my forehead against hers, inhaling the sweet scent of her hair.

"Sable..."

My other hand finds its way to the napeof her neck, tangling in her silken locks as I deepen our connection. She tilts her head, granting me better access, and I claim her mouth in a tender, exploratory kiss. It's a dance of discovery, learning each other's contours, tastes, and rhythms.

As we lose ourselves in the embrace, I guide her back until she's reclining against the edge of my bed. I follow, kneeling between her thighs, and press open-mouthed kisses along the column of her throat. She arches into me, a soft moan escaping her lips, spurring me on.

My hands roam her body, mapping the curves and valleys of her form. I pause at the hem of her tunic, trailing my fingertips up the inside of her thigh, feeling the heat emanating from her core.

"Sable," I breathe against her skin, my lips tracing the delicate pulse point at the juncture of her neck and shoulder. "You're so beautiful when you let go."

She responds with a shaky sigh, her fingers threading through my hair, holding me close. "Finn, please..."

Her plea is music to my ears, a siren's call I can no longer resist. I capture her lips in a searing kiss, pouring all my pent-up longing into it. She meets me eagerly, her tongue dancing with mine as we devour each other.

Breaking the kiss, I look into her eyes, blazing with desire, and slowly, reverently, begin to undress her. Each article of clothing falls away, revealing more of her creamy skin, until she's laid bare before me. I drink in the sight, committing every detail to memory.

"You're perfect," I whisper, my gaze roaming over her flushed cheeks, the rise and fall of her breasts, the glistening folds of her sex. My own arousal strains against the confines of my trousers, aching to be free.

With deliberate slowness, I shed my clothes, baring myself to her hungry stare. She licks her lips, her eyes never leavingmine as I join her on the bed, our bodies aligning like puzzle pieces.

"I want you, Sable. I can't deny it. From the moment I first saw you in those woods, I knew you'd challenge my own oath."

"And what oath is that?" she asks, her eyes lidded with lust, but I can see the sincerity in their depths.

"My oath to swear off your kind, women."

She reaches up, her hand caressing my cheek. I lean into the feeling of it. It feels so nice, to be touched, caressed, cared for. It's been years since I've felt it. I'm like a man starved. I know I should pull back, but I can't.

With a groan, I capture her hand, bringing it to my lips for a fervent kiss. "You undo me, Sable. In ways I never thought possible."

"I don't mean to," she says, almost apologetically.

"I'm glad for it," I whisper.

I use my powers and our clothing dissolves around us. My mouth descends upon her breast, drawing a nipple into the warmth of my lips. I suckle gently, relishing the taste and texture of her skin. She gasps, her fingers twisting in my hair, urging me on.

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