CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Return of the Moon Goddess
The chamber was quiet, almost deceptively so, but the artifact pulsed beneath our feet like a heartbeat, molten gold and black shadow spiraling together. Lyra lay against my chest, skin slick with sweat, hair damp and clinging, golden eyes wide and glowing faintly. The bond hummed between us, erotic energy still lingering from our previous peaks, coiling like a living flame.
“I can feel it,” Lyra murmured, voice low and trembling. “Selunara… she’s coming back. I can sense her pulse in the artifact…”
I pressed my lips to her temple, fingers tracing along her spine, hips still brushing hers. “Let her come,” I growled, low and primal. “We’re ready. Every spark, every moan, every shiver… it’s power. And nothing can touch us when we’re like this.”
