Eighth-Born Luna (Emily and Nathan) novel Chapter 76

Emily’s PUV

I peered at the bag in his hand and narrowed my eyes. “Seriously? Marshmallows?”

“Don’t look at me like that,” he said, his voice light for the first time all day. “It’s a tradition.”

We sat on the edge of the porch.

I kept my focus on the marshmallow, rotating it slowly until the edges turned golden and bubbly. But I didn’t need

o look at Nathan to know he was watching me. I could feel the weight of his gaze, heavy and constant.

“You’re doing it again,” I said, my voice barely more than a murmur.

“Doing what?”

“Looking at me like you’re trying to memorize my face.”

He didn’t look away. “Maybe I am.”

I looked back at the flames, the sweetness of the sugar filling the air. It was a dangerous kind of peace.

When the fire burned low, we headed back inside. The air in the cabin had changed; it felt thick, charged with a urrent that made the hair on my arms stand up.

I stopped near the center of the room, and he pulled up right behind me.

His hand finally found my waist. His touch was slow, his large palm spanning the curve of my hip, anchoring me to

1. im. I didn’t pull away. I turned in his arms, looking up into his eyes.

I didn’t wait for him to make the first move. I reached up, my fingers tangling in the hair at the nape of his neck,

nd pulled him down.

The kiss wasn’t a question; it was a demand. It tasted like woodsmoke and longing. He groaned low in his throat— hat primal, animal sound–and his hands slid down to my thighs, lifting me effortlessly. I wrapped my legs around

is waist, my skin humming everywhere we touched.

He carried me to the bedroom and lowered me onto the sheets, but he didn’t break the kiss. He followed me

lown, his heavy frame pinning me into the mattress, his hands roaming over me with a desperate kind of hunger.

“Emily,” he rasped, his warm breath sending shivers down my neck. He gently grazed my collarbone with his teeth, ind a jolt of electricity shot straight to my core.

He moved with such intensity that every touch felt like fire. As his thumbs brushed against my skin, I felt all my defenses finally give way.

I couldn’t hold back the soft moan that escaped my lips. I was completely lost in him, wanting nothing more than to be closer. I arched into him, my hands sliding under his shirt to feel the hard, rippling muscle of his back. He was all power, a storm contained in a man’s body.

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Jopened my eyes, meeting his gaze. His pupils were blown–out and dark, consuming his irises entirely. The cold, impenetrable Alpha mask he usually wore had completely shattered, leaving behind something far more dangerous: raw, unfiltered need. It was a look that stripped me bare, making my breath hitch in my throat.

“You’re mine,” he whispered, his voice vibrating through my entire body.

“I’m only yours,” I repeated, my voice barely audible as the reality of it washed over me. I pressed my palm flat gainst his chest, right over his racing heart, feeling the steady, powerful rhythm that mirrored my own. I looked up it him, letting all my walls fall away. “You don’t have to keep claiming me, Nathan. I’m already here. I’m already completely yours.”

He let out a low, ragged sound, his gaze dropping to my lips before he leaned in to press a lingering, worshipful iss there.

His hand moved slowly, tracing the curve of my hip with agonizing gentleness, his thumb brushing against my skin n slow, rhythmic circles that made me ache for more.

Every touch was heavy with suppressed longing, a silent promise of everything he wanted to do, yet he held back, avoring the intimacy of the moment as his breathing hitched against my neck.

“Someone is already nice and wet down there,” he murmured, his voice thick with a mix of pride and desperation, is fingers finally slipping beneath the lace of my panties to find me already slick and aching for him.

I gasped, quickly turning my face away in a rush of embarrassment, but he wouldn’t let me hide.

“Emily, baby, never turn away from me,” he commanded, his voice dropping to a low, possessive growl before he aptured my lips in a searing, hungry kiss.

His hands moved with maddening precision, pressing and circling in ways that sent violent, electric waves of leasure crashing through me, breaking down my defenses until I was breathless and pleading,

“Nathan, I want you so much.” He groaned, his body pressing heavily against mine, his voice thick with the same lesperate hunger as he answered,

“I want you too, more than anything.” But even as my body screamed for him to finish what he started, the cold veight of destiny pulled me back. I had to pull away, my heart breaking as I whispered, “I can’t… the Moon Goddess said I must remain a virgin and pass all eight trials. If I lose that, I won’t get all my powers, and worse, ve’ll lose the only chance we have to defeat the Rogue King.”

The silence that followed was suffocating, thick with the jagged, uneven rhythm of our breathing and the visible ffort it took for him to unclench his jaw and force his raging pulse to slow.

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