The Fake Luna: Marked By The Alpha King

Chapter 252: Chapter 252 Show me where you want me

Damian’s hand came up to cup my face, his thumb brushing across my kiss-swollen lower lip.

"Tell me to stop," he murmured, "and I will."

I should. We were in a car, for god’s sake, parked on some random side street. This was insane.

But the way he was looking at me—like I was the only thing in the world that mattered, like he’d been starving and I was sustenance—made rational thought impossible.

"Don’t stop," I whispered.

Something dangerous flashed in his eyes. "Say it again."

"Don’t stop, Damian. Please don’t—"

He kissed me again, and this time there was nothing gentle about it. His mouth was demanding, possessive, claiming me with an intensity that made my head spin.

His hands moved to my jacket, pushing it off my shoulders. I helped him shrug it off, then reached for his shirt, fumbling with the buttons.

"Impatient?" His voice was pure sin, low and amused against my ear as his lips traced down my neck.

"You’re the one who—ah—" My words dissolved into a gasp as his teeth grazed the sensitive spot where my neck met my shoulder.

Not hard enough to hurt. Just hard enough to send electricity shooting down my spine, heat pooling low in my belly.

His hands found the hem of my sweater, fingers ghosting against the bare skin of my waist. I shivered, arching into his touch without meaning to.

"Cold?" he murmured against my throat.

"No." God, no. I was burning up. "Damian, please—"

"Please what, baby?" His hands slid higher, thumbs brushing the underside of my bra. "Use your words."

My face burned. Even in the darkness of the car, I felt exposed, vulnerable in a way that had nothing to do with clothing.

"Touch me," I managed, my voice coming out breathy and desperate. "I need you to touch me."

He made a low sound in his throat—almost a growl—that sent another wave of heat through me.

"Where?" His hands stilled, waiting. "Show me where you want me."

Oh god, he was going to make me...

I grabbed his wrist, guiding his hand up to cup my breast through the thin barrier of my bra. Even that simple touch made me whimper.

"Here," I whispered. "And—and everywhere."

"Everywhere," he repeated, voice rough with barely restrained control. "That’s a lot of territory to cover, mate."

Before I could answer, he dragged me fully into his lap.

My knees hit the seat on either side of his thighs.