“Surrender,” he murmured as his mouth sought her neck, savoring her as she writhed and moaned. The glow from the full moon turned their shadows into an intimate dance as each touch, with its declaration of possession, seemed amplified by the witching hour’s enchantment.

Wrapped in each other’s arms, on Halloween night, the outside world ceased to exist. The only reality, the heat between them, fueled by desire and the seduction of the crackling fire with its levitating embers.

And when they rose and fell together, lust consumed them as the autumn wind howled.

Or was that howl from him?