Moonlight In Chains (Trinity and Asher) novel Chapter 125

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CHAPTER 125

The packhouse felt unusually quiet that evening. The usual sounds of training, clattering weapons, and low hum of energy were gone. The sun had set hours ago, leaving only moonlight filtering through the windows.

Asher and I stood side by side near the front hall, watching the silver glow stretch across the trees. He didn’t say anything, just held my hand–steady, warm, grounding. It had been weeks since a moment like this–no training, no planning, no whispers of the Shadow Lords.

“I think… tonight we can try to forget.” I said softly, not looking at him. “Just for a few hours.”

He squeezed my hand gently. “I like that.”

Dennis had been kind enough to give us the evening off, trusting the pack could manage for a few hours. I didn’t realize how much I needed it. My muscles ached from training, my chest still burned from the last fight, and my mind was full of unnoticed tension. For once, I didn’t have to be on guard. The weight of constant alertness lifted, and I could finally breathe.

We moved into the kitchen together. Normally, I avoided cooking; I was more of a fighter than a chef. But tonight felt different. Asher leaned against the counter, watching me prepare something simple but filling–roasted vegetables, bread, and a small roasted chicken. The smell of food filled the air, warm and comforting, making the kitchen feel like a safe corner of the world. Asher’s presence was calm, steady, like an anchor, and I realized I hadn’t noticed how much I needed that too.

“You’re smiling.” Asher said, finally letting his guard down.

“I am.” I admitted. “It feels… nice to do something normal.”

He stepped closer, resting his hand on the small of my back. “You deserve this. All of it.”

Heat rose to my cheeks. He always knew the right thing to say. “It’s… nice being with you like this. No danger, no shadows, no… everything else.”

As we ate, we talked about nothing in particular, reminiscing about training–Gage making a mess with his energy control, Arlo muttering to himself, even Dennis trying to smile.

“I miss those quieter days.” I said. “Before the Eclipse Pack, before… everything.”

Asher’s gray eyes softened. “Those days will come again. I promise, Trinny.”

I reached for his hand. “Do you really believe that?”

“I do.” He said. “Because we have each other. That’s enough.”

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After dinner, we moved to the small sitting area. Asher draped a blanket over us. I leaned into him, warmth seeping into my sore muscles. For the first time in a long time, I let myself breathe, feeling his hand in my hair, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, and the pulse of our bond. Nothing mattered outside this room–only him, only us.

We didn’t talk about the fight or what we had to do tomorrow. We simply existed in the moment. I rested my head on his shoulder, and he rested his cheek against my hair.

“I didn’t think we’d have a night like this.” I whispered.

He kissed the top of my head softly. “Neither did I. But we’ll take it wherever we can.”

Hours passed. We watched the fire die down, shared silly memories from training, the dumb things Gage said, how Arlo forgot his notes. Laughter came easily, a balm on all the raw edges inside me.

Eventually, the blanket fell to the floor, and we moved to the bedroom. We didn’t rush; every step was deliberate. The room was small, warm, quiet. Moonlight spilled across the floor, and I felt safe for the first time in weeks.

Asher sat on the edge of the bed, looking up at me with those dark, hungry eyes. I walked slowly toward him, my heart beating fast, and cupped his face in my hands. I leaned down and kissed him. His arms wrapped around me, warm and gentle, pulling me onto his lap.

My knees rested on the bed on either side of his legs as he pressed me closer. His kiss deepened, slow and soft, making me shiver. His hands slid under my shirt, running over my back, and I gasped. I pulled away just enough to lift my shirt over my head. Then I grabbed his shirt and tugged it off over his head.

My hands rested on his strong, perfect chest as he wrapped his arms around me. He kissed me again and gently rolled us over so I was lying on the bed with him above me. His lips and hands moved over me, slow and careful, making every second feel electric, like nothing else in the world mattered but us.

He captured both of my wrists in one of his hands, holding them gently but firmly above my head, while his other hand slowly slid my pants down my legs and tossed them aside. Then, without a word, he shed his own, his warmth pressing against me as he leaned in to kiss me.

I could feel him, hard and insistent, brushing against my thigh, and my body responded instantly, shivering with need. His free hand traced me with deliberate slowness, teasing and stroking me in ways that made me moan against his lips.

Even with my hands restrained above my head, I arched into him, tilting my head and lightly biting my own arm, lost in the sensation of his touch, the heat between us growing unbearable.

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“You’re so wet for me.” He murmured against my ear, his voice low and husky.

“I want you… I need you.” I gasped, my voice trembling with desire.

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Without hesitation, he wrapped his hand around his c**k, teasing strokes before pressing at my entrance. Every slow, deliberate push sent shivers through me, each movement a mix of pain and pleasure. He didn’t stop until fully inside, then released my wrists, letting my hands thread around his shoulders.

He stayed above me, arms framing my face, gaze intense and consuming. His rhythm was torturously slow, each thrust dripping with erotic tension that made my heart race. Leaning down, he kissed me again–soft, lingering, but urgent, setting every nerve alight. I melted into him, lost in the pull of desire and intimacy, feeling like we were alone in the world.

I slid my hands down his back, pressing into the taut muscles as he moved inside me. Each deliberate thrust sent waves of fire through me, his rhythm slow but impossibly urgent, as if he were savoring every inch, every moment. He wasn’t in a hurry, yet the passion radiating from him made my body ache in the best possible way.

It wasn’t just desire–I could feel the depth of it, the longing, the love, the raw connection between us. Every brush of his skin, every movement, stirred emotions I hadn’t even known existed, flooding me completely. My chest pressed against his, our hearts beating in a frantic, shared rhythm that made the rest of the world disappear.

I let myself be swept up in it, lost in the intimacy and heat of our shared need. Every touch, every whispered gasp, built into a escalation I had never imagined possible. And then, with a surge that left me trembling and breathless, I erupted into a shattering, fiery climax, the intensity unlike anything I had ever felt–an explosion of passion that belonged only to us, only here, only now.

Asher wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close. His lips brushed my temple, forehead, then cheek.

“I could stay like this forever.” He murmured.

“Me too.” I admitted, closing my eyes. Outside the packhouse didn’t exist here–no plans, no fights, no shadows. Only warmth, heartbeat, the bond between us.

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