Ritual Moonlight

"Do you feel it?" he groaned, his breath hot against her neck, and her head started to spin, the moonlight spinning with it, dazzling in its orbit around her eyes. She felt him brace himself against her, his touch creating bolts of electricity that ran the length of her body.

"Yes," she whispered into the sensual air that somehow felt thicker, coating her skin and her lungs. The clearing blazed with shimmering white like a portal had opened to the night sky.

Suddenly the vision of the clock in suicide forest flashed behind her eyes. This was too much like it. Too similar. The light and the energy and the voices were circling, almost suffocating now in their intensity, and she squeezed her eyes shut as small, panicked sobs began to escape.

Sensing her panic, Graeme spun his mate around and cupped her face in his hands. "August," he called, caressing her cheeks with his thumbs. "Just focus on me, love. It's okay," he grabbed her hands and kissed the back of them.