Our mouths joined once more when our bodies did, slow and torturous, every panted breath shared. My back arched as he filled me, my nails scoring down his back. He kissed my throat, staying so perfectly still as I adjusted to him and absorbed everything he’d confessed. His lips skimmed my jaw, and I stared back up at him. “There’s no such thing as true dark, Jude.” I kissed each side of his mouth, then whispered against it, “For no matter how little of itself it gives, the moon will always shine.”
