Lunaβs breath caught at the feeling of his fingers suddenly and she rocked against his body, an automatic reaction. Theyβd only spent a week exploring each otherβs bodies, but theyβd both been very good and eager students, ravenous to draw every inch of pleasure from the other person. Luna could have happily spent every hour of her life watching Will collapse into pleasure because of her.
In another life, maybe it had been that way.
But in this life, in this world, in this little room at the back of Illunis, Luna had fallen forward, forehead to forehead, as Will drew her orgasm out. Soon enough her fingers were tightening on his shoulders and the rest of her muscles following, the crest of pleasure sweeping over her. She held her mouth shut to turn what might have been a cry into a breathy moan.