Bab 12: Chapter 12: Moonlit Desire

A Moon Goddess Temple

Cas felt vulnerable for the first time in a long time. In more ways than one, he wasn’t afraid to admit. Mingan was making him weak as if she was some siphon draining away his better judgment.

She took his scruffy face between her hands, gold eyes—like fresh honey, rich with color and soft with wonder—searching his. She was biting her lip as if holding back some confession. Though she was not one to hold back for long.

“You’ve attracted me, Casimir,” she murmured, “and I can be your first someone after a long time.”

His restraint was unraveling from her voice. She was sitting with her legs bent; Cas took the opportunity to skate his palm down her upper thigh before gripping the back of her knees. Her sharp inhale made his heart jolt. But she was acting on instinct, too, and let him guide her body into his lap, her legs straddling either side of his waist.