Chapter 90: Joji - Slow Dancing In The Dark
"Only a grown-up can feel the way I feel right now," he said quietly.
"How?" Luna asked innocently, a slow smile playing on her lips. Her eyes sparkled with curiosity, daring him to elaborate.
Without a word, Damien pulled her hand lower, guiding it along the front of his pants, letting her feel the undeniable evidence of his arousal. Luna’s eyes widened in surprise. She yanked her hand away as if burned, cheeks blooming a rosy pink.
"Be nice," she warned, half-laughing, half-scolding, the lightness in her tone barely masking the heat spreading through her.
"I am always nice," Damien retorted smoothly, clearing his throat as if to regain some semblance of dignity. "But I think it’s better you run every time you feel that pull."
He paused. "I think it’s safer if you pull away from me because when you eventually give in to the bond—to what we both feel—that will be the day you conceive. So keep running, my Moonlight. Keep running."
The nickname made her blush deeper, her heart hammering in a way that made her want to deny everything, to brush off the weight of his words. She tried to deflect, cracking a joke to lighten the heat between them. "Yeah... like that’s how it works. Just fuck once and boom, it’s a baby."
But the joke fell flat. The intensity in Damien’s gaze was impossible to dismiss, and the truth lurking in his words sank in heavier than she wanted to admit.
"I’m very determined, Luna," he said. "I will fuck you in ways no one has ever thought before."
His words were bold, almost reckless, but full of a hunger that was as much about possession as it was about worship. "I will fuck your mind, your soul, your heart before I even begin to fuck your body."