Page 111 of Magic in the Moonlight

My mind is a jumble of endorphins and thinking straight is impossible. “You’re seriously asking me to do math right now? Fuck that.”

He bites me.

Without warning, his sharp teeth sink into the side of my neck, and he sucks vigorously.

All while pumping into me harder.

I can’t help it—I scream.

He unlatches long enough to promise, “This is the last time. I swear it.”

“Are you sure?” I taunt.

“I’m sure.”

After a few more long pulls, he bites his own wrist and puts it up to my mouth. I drink him down, savoring every drop.

He slips his other hand under my thigh and finds my clit. He pinches it with his fingers, rolling the sensitive bud until an orgasm explodes in my core.

My pussy contracts around his dick so hard I see stars. I lose track of time. In this moment, seconds or minutes could be going by. I really don’t know.

Once I regain my wits, I hear Ellister’s growl of surrender, and he shoves himself deep. His cock jerks inside me while I’m filled with his heat.

Despite how cold it is in this house—and the fact that I’m naked—I’m sweating. Ellister’s damp flesh is sticking to mine, and I briefly consider staying here in the long term. We could be squatters. We could lay low and hide from the world for as long as possible.

But I know that’s just my fear talking.

I’m afraid of what the world will be like out there. I’m scared of both the familiar and the unknown.

Ellister pulls his softening cock out of me and flips me over.

Bracing himself on his elbows, he gazes down at me with my blood on his lips.

My monster.

“I can sense your turmoil.” He tenderly wipes some blood away from my chin. “Your mind is full of worries. You were totally content while I was inside your sweet cunt. Perhaps I should stay there for a bit longer.”

“I appreciate the distraction, but I think the best thing to do is to just face it. The sooner I figure out this universe—what year it is, who’s here in my place—the better.”

“Then that’s what we’ll do at first light. According to Number Two, many aspects of the world are still the same as what you knew, so I don’t think it will take long for you to settle in.”

At the mention of Ellister’s other self, it fully hits me how strange it is that there’s another one of him out there somewhere.

Number Two is someone who loved another version of me so much that he just wanted to know I survived, even if he couldn’t be with me.

I owe my life to him. To Ellister. To them both.

“Thank you,” I say with raw emotion. “Thank you for saving me.”

Ellister grabs my wrists, holding me in place like he never wants to let me go. “Hannah, it’s me who should be thanking you. I’ve existed for over five hundred thousand years, but for the first time, I have a life. A home. Unconditional love and acceptance. You’ve given me a reason to exist, Hannah Wildwood.”

I smile a little and correct, “Hannah Lostland.”

Shaking his head, he returns my soft grin. “Let’s leave that last name behind. Choose something else.”

“Valora would be fine. We didn’t get to spend much time there, but I didn’t hate it. Plus, it’s where you’re from.”

“Hannah and Ellister Valora it is, then.”

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