Luna. Chapter 109

(Kael's POV)

Four years.

Four years I'd dreamed of this moment. Of having Lyra in my arms again. Touching her skin. Hearing my name fall from her lips like a prayer.

Nothing I'd imagined came close to the reality.

She was fire in my hands. Silk and heat and perfect curves that fit against me like she was made for this. Made for me.

"Kael," she whispered against my mouth.

I'd missed that sound. The way she said my name when she wanted me. Breathless and desperate and completely mine.

"I'm here," I murmured, trailing kisses down her throat. "I'm not going anywhere."

Her hands were everywhere. Desperate. Claiming. Like she was trying to memorize every inch of me.

I understood that desperation. I felt it too.

The need to erase four years of separation. Four years of longing. Four years of telling ourselves we didn't need this.

Her pajama top hit the floor. I paused to look at her. Really look at her.

She was perfect. More beautiful than my memories had captured.

"Don't stop," she breathed.

I wasn't planning to.

I worshipped her with my hands. With my mouth. With everything I had.

Every arch of her back drove me wild.

This wasn't just sex. This was claiming. Bonding. Coming home.

When she pulled me down for another kiss, I tasted forever on her lips.

"I love you," I whispered against her skin. "God, Lyra, I love you so much."

"Show me," she whispered back.

So I did.

I showed her with every touch. Every kiss. Every whispered promise against her heated skin.

I showed her four years of dreams. Four years of longing. Four years of loving her from a distance.

When our bodies finally joined, it was like the whole world shifted into place.

Lyra is back to me. I’m sure of that. 

"Kael," she cried out, her nails digging into my shoulders.

I buried my face in her neck. Breathed her in. Memorized this moment.

This was what I'd been missing. This connection. This completeness.

Not just the physical pleasure, though that was overwhelming.

This was soul-deep satisfaction. The kind that came from being with your other half.

"Mine," I growled against her throat.

"Yours," she agreed breathlessly. "Always yours."

The words broke something inside me. Something that had been carefully controlled for four years.

I moved faster. Deeper. Claiming every inch of her.

She met me stroke for stroke. Demanding. Taking. Giving everything back.

We moved together like we'd never been apart. Like our bodies remembered each other perfectly.

And maybe they did.

Maybe some connections were too strong to forget.