They pulled back again, breaths mingling in the cool night air, the city's distant hum a faint underscore to the pounding in Arthur's chest. Luna's eyes, those golden depths flecked with ancient light, held his with a vulnerability that made his throat tighten. She was Luna—his anchor, his healer, the qilin who had walked through fire and shadow at his side. But in this moment, she was also just a woman, human-formed and trembling faintly under his touch, her inexperience a quiet undercurrent to the desire that sparked between them.
"Inside," Arthur murmured, his voice low and rough, thumb brushing her lower lip where it still tingled from their kiss. "The bedroom. We should... go to the bedroom."
