Traven's gaze darkened with desire, his heart racing as he gazed at Lucky, his Luna, his lover, his best friend. The air between them seemed to pulsate with energy, as though alive, with knowledge of what was to come. All he wanted was to make Lucky feel pleasure.
"What are you staring at?" Lucky said playfully. "Do you like what you see?" She licked her finger, and trailed it down her body, letting it find her wetness.
"You have no idea how hot that was," Traven groaned. She was going to make it difficult for him to be slow and gentle.
He leaned down, capturing her lips in a soft kiss, tasting the sweetness of her anticipation.
Lucky melted into him, their bodies aligning perfectly, almost as though the universe itself had conspired to bring them together. Truly, it had done just that, hadn't it?
