She felt herself melting into the sensation, her body responding to Ryder's gentle caress. "Do you know how much I crave you?" he whispered, his voice deeper than before.
A chill traced down her spine as a soft moan escaped her lips. "Yes," she responded, her voice dripping in a sultry whisper.
Ryder groaned, his breath coming in short gasps. "You don't," he moaned. "I've crazed you for lifetimes, my Luna. I waited centuries for you…and then, he stole you from me."
Reana didn't understand what he was talking about, and she was too caught up in the moment to care.
Ryder's words were a jumbled mix of passion and pain, but his tone was unmistakable. He was speaking from a place of deep emotion, a place of longing and loss.
Reana's heart ached with a sense of connection, her own emotions stirred by Ryder's words. She felt a sense of recognition, as if she too had been searching for something, or someone, for a very long time.
