Moonspear Sail to the Sun

She fit against him perfectly—as if it was where she belonged, and the thrum of his heart reverberated in the loose growl he offered, partly a purr, partly a groan as she spoke. He placed a kiss to her brow—and then her temple. A soft nuzzle given to her ear in the heat of the moment as he pulled her closer. “Let’s test that theory,” he murmured to the base of her ear before trailing his kisses to the side of her neck, coaxing her, lost to her.