Ride the Night Winds: Hunter's Moon

 

They lay in a tangled heap of arms and legs, and when he rolled onto his back, he held her against him, his cock still buried in her as she moaned with shuddering pleasure and pressed her cheek against his throat. His heart was still pounding wildly against hers, and she whispered shakily between gasps for breath, “That—was—completely—amazing...”

 

Gareth held her tight in his arms, his knowledge that this would be their only time together clawing at his insides like a wild beast tearing his heart from him. He knew that before the night ended, his father would send her back to her realm—into total forgetfulness of this moment—of their breathtaking union. He felt tears burning the insides of his eyes, and he fought to keep them contained.

 

She kissed his throat so deliciously, her warm, sweet breath tingling against his damp skin as he ran his hands slowly over every inch of her perfect skin that he could reach as she lay sated on his trembling body.

 

He wanted to have this memory, if nothing else, imprinted on his soul for eternity.

 

She lifted away from him to gaze down into his dark gaze, and she asked softly, “Was I your first virgin?”

 

He swallowed hard, his thoughts failing him. The worried look in those stunning blue eyes forced him to speak. “You are the first everything for me, Terry.” His throat felt tight with emotion.

 

She blinked down at him, her eyes showing her disbelief. “Gareth—if this was really your first time with a woman, you sure could have fooled me. You sure as hell knew exactly how to make my first time worth the twenty-six-year wait.” Her eyes were loving and gentle on his face, and he gave a strangled groan and lifted his head to kiss her sweet mouth with a grateful delight that left them both breathless once more.

 

How could he possibly tell her that in the two thousand years he had lived, she was the first woman who had made him feel whole—adored—completely desired.

 

And the first woman he had ever loved.