Chapter 7: Marvin Gaye: Sexual Healing
He slid her arms above her head, this time gentler, pinning them with one hand while the other drifted downward. His fingers, cool and deliberate, found the top of her shirt and undid a button. Then another. She gasped against his mouth, her skin exposed to the chill of the air and the burn of his touch. His hand skated across her collarbone.
She was undone.
He knew the bond was to blame. Nature didn’t play fair. The connection between them buzzed, crackling with heat and inevitability. She could deny him with words all day long, but her body answered with a loud yes.
He brushed a thumb gently over her nipple, and she shuddered, her legs giving out slightly. Damien caught her with ease, a smirk twitching at his lips.
"Oh, Moonlight," he whispered, breaking the kiss just long enough to trail soft bites along her jaw and down her neck. Her scent overwhelmed him. He wanted to taste every inch of her, memorize her every gasp. His fangs ached. His restraint trembled.
Luna’s breath hitched. Her mind screamed danger. Her body screamed encore.
"Please..." Luna heard herself say. What she was begging for, she had no idea.
Damien smiled to himself. "I’ll give you more when you tell your father we are mates. I will fuck you royal style, my Moonlight and when you turn to mush in my hands, I will fuck you again."
And just like that, he was gone. It seemed like he never even existed. Her brain was mush, her legs without feeling. "Oh God..." she groaned.
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