28. HER WOLF
Waking up in each other’s arms brought a serenity that neither Conri nor Fidella had ever known before. They had woken up many times in the night, only to be pulled under the waves of desire and each time. They had clung to each other as their bodies melted like foam upon the shore. His fingers ran through her hair promoting an outpour of her delectable scent. It was still the early hours of the morning, but their time together was coming to its end. Determined to postpone the moment of dread, Conri took his Luna’s hand and led her to the bathing pool. Where so many of their memories had been created in the ripples of the water. The water droplets looked like shimming frozen raindrops as the moonlight shone on their bodies, tenderly they washed each other, caressing their hands over each o
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