Page 110 of Moon Craving

All inner arguments fled as the pleasure built with unprecedented speed between

them. She moved under him with wanton sensuality. His hips thrust of their own accord,

moving his hardness in and out of her with a speed and strength he would not have

thought she could handle, much less rejoice in so clearly.

He slid his forearms under her knees and pulled her legs up so he could thrust

more deeply.

"Yes. Yes. Yes . . ." Each affirmative barely whispered past her lips, but the

intensity of the demand was more obvious than if she had screamed the words.

He spiraled toward climax. The strange sensation that he could feel her doing the

same only increased his pleasure. Building it and building it. Until they reached an

orgasm together that was so intense his shy wife screamed out so loud it would have

shattered his inner ear.

If the cry had not sounded inside his head.

He put his head back and howled in indescribable pleasure as he planted his seed

deep in his wife's body and cried out her name in his mind.

"Abigail."

Her breath seized in her chest and Abigail's body convulsed with another wave of

wondrous bliss as she heard her name shouted in her husband's pleasure-drenched

voice.

Heard it.

Heavens above and all the saints besides. Could it be true? Had she truly heard

Talorc yell her name as he reached his own pinnacle of gratification? Yet, how could it be

anything but real? She who had heard nothing, not even a ringing in her ears, for too

many silent years, had heard her own name called out.

She gasped at the sheer miracle of it, tears of joy burning with welcome sting in her

eyes.

Grabbing his face with both hands, she demanded, "Say it again. Say my name

again."

But as she spoke, cold dread lapped at the edges of her joy. She had not heard her

own voice.