The three moons were at their highest peak. A singular patch of moonlight sheen pierced through the center of the meadow, illuminating the Wisteria Tree just enough to see the silhouettes of the two tangled people at the feet of the ancient tree.
Amid the silence of the enchanted night, a woman's gasping sound penetrated every nook and cranny of the place. If the trees and flowers could blush from the erotic noise that filled the night, they would surely turn beet-red.
Legs coiled around Lucien's bare waist, Sue tilted her chin up to breathe. Gasping, her hands clawed the tree trunk behind her for support and reprieve. It was suffocating, the good kind of suffocating. Her emotions were a mess. Torn by the fact that she was at the mercy of a man again and by the irrefutable fact that she felt drawn toward the golden-eyed beastman before her, Sue chose to lose herself.
