Chapter 11: An Enchanted Night

Azandra POV

She didn’t think twice. Not like she had with Dane.

“Yes,” she whispered. “Yes, Kyon.”

She wondered, at the moment before their night spun into something wild and wonderful, how he could be so willing to give himself to her given what had happened before, how she’d thrown herself at Dane and behaved badly after they were no longer together. How could he trust her so completely? Was it because of Lilia or the mate pull or the Moon Goddess at work?

Then Kyon’s sensual, magical lips descended on hers and she decided that discussion could wait.

Moon Goddess, he tasted like fine wine and the river water and honey all rolled into one. Gentle at first and nervous, he kissed her like she had never been kissed before. God, the sensations made her dizzy, but she felt aware of everything.

While his mouth coaxed hers to open, his hands moved away from her breasts and she moaned in protest, breaking the kiss. “Fenrir’s guts, don’t stop.”