Three nights ago, Merlin had had a dream where he was walking through a cave. It was strange, but also bone-deep familiar. He was following a woman with dark hair, and he knew her so very well, and yet not at all. He knew he was walking to his doom. He knew she would trap him here for eternity. And yet still, he walked to meet his fate head-on. And then, when she finally turned to look at him with the softest of smiles, it was Luna who was the instrument of his downfall.
And still, he didn't care. Not when he was gripping her hip and coming inside her, spilling at her command. Not with her flushed face just above his and her luscious body against him. He groaned as he held onto the feeling as long as he could before he finally relaxed into the chair with a sigh. "My beauty," he said, his voice low and husky and admiring of her work.