FAR BEYOND THE MOONLIGHT

This was about them, about the lack of space between them, about the way Argent wished she could just get a fresh start. It wasn?t about the attachments with Isardis, about the ways she didn?t wish for a fresh start, about how terrible she would feel afterwards. Her body shivered as his nose ran along her spine, relishing in the warmth that ran through her like a shot of liquor, the intoxication of her sin so beautiful. Taurig continued to move along her body, head turning back to look at him. Quiet whines encouraged him, because no matter how conflicted things were, the one thing the silver knight knew was that she wanted him.
She could turn away now, could walk off without committing a great sin, and yet she could not. No, Argent didn?t want to walk away now, not when she wanted to give Taurig every last minute of her time possible. ?Whenever you?re ready,? she told him. For now she was his, and she was willing to accept that, willing to let him have a taste if only for a little while.