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“Eyes on the moon, Constanta,” you say, your voice a cool breath, brushing past my cheek. You lean in, head tilted to the side, dark hair cascading over your shoulders. Liquid onyx.
You're grand, bracketing me in, arms slung around my waist, your strong chest pressing against my spine. Even through the thick, velvet clothes, I can feel your heartbeat, so incredibly slow, yet grounding, beating in my back. I smell blood and know it isn’t yours.
The cool rays from heaven above ghost over my cheeks, the hollow of my throat, the heave of my rising breast, neckline of the dress cut low. Below us, the city stretches over miles. Sleeping.
I don’t know who you chose tonight, my lord. Whoever it was, their hot scent still lingers on your lips, your hands, the fingers long, each nail adored with sharp claws, clasped before my belly. You wear it like a coat, and it spreads over to me, like a raven’s wings, when you slowly let me sway in your arms, murmuring against me. Raising goosebumps.
And so, I look; the white circle above us is bright, full and eternal, and so old. Cold. Unreachable.
My lips part when your one hand slowly slides further, slipping through the leg slit, before raking up my thigh again, travelling over my flesh as if it were the first time you touched me like this.
“Keep looking,” you groan, your voice turning rougher when you shift your weight against me and I let out a little sound when your fingertips find what they are looking for.
“Just - like that.”
A breath escapes me, and my fingers find your wrist, curling around it.
You kiss my neck with a sigh. Soothing. Apologizing.
“Just us, and the moon, Constanta. No one else.
Not tonight.”