Chapter 180: Neyo - Sexy Love
When she woke up the next morning, her lashes fluttering, she was still naked. And so was he.
Damien’s mouth was on her nipple, sucking and nibbling, his cold breath sending a ripple of pleasure across her entire body. It wasn’t a dream. He was really there—wrapped around her.
She ran a hand down his face, her fingers brushing the sharp edge of his cheekbone before curling into his hair. "Well, good morning to you too."
But his mouth was too full for a response. His muffled growl vibrated against her chest, making her giggle even as heat pooled low in her belly.
Seeing that she was awake now, he got even hungrier. His lips smacked gently against her bare flesh, suctioning her nipple deeper into his mouth, tongue lapping. His fingers found her other breast, squeezing it.
Luna let her head fall back into the pillow, her fingers trailing over his shoulder and down his back. The soft sheets twisted around their hips, a testament to a night neither of them would soon forget. It was a nice way to wake up—body fired up and rearing to go.
He sucked and sucked for minutes on end. And Luna let him. If that gave both of them pleasure, so be it. They had nowhere to be. Not yet. The coronation could wait.
A few minutes later, there was a knock at the door. The room was still bathed in the heavy hush of early morning light, the high curtains letting in only slivers of rose gold across the sheets. Luna opened one eye, her fingers still tangled lazily in Damien’s hair where he lay pressed against her chest, clearly uninterested in being disturbed.
Damien made no move to get up. His cold breath continued to fan against her warm skin, and his grip only tightened slightly as if silently reminding her that he wasn’t done. Luna, amused and not entirely surprised, sighed and threw the thick velvet sheets over both of them with one hand, wrapping her other arm protectively around his shoulders. Her voice was a little husky from sleep, but still composed. "Come in," she said.
The door creaked open gently, and in walked Doctor Thessa, dressed in her usual medical robes, her black satchel slung over her shoulder, and her sharp eyes scanning the scene without judgment. The aroma of sterilized tools and rich iron filled the air as she stepped closer, holding up a pack of blood and a small silver-tipped IV set.
"Good morning, your highness," she said with a polite nod.
Luna offered her a sheepish smile, lips curling slightly in embarrassment, though her expression betrayed no real regret. With a small, subtle gesture, she signaled downward toward Damien, who was still comfortably hidden beneath the sheets, his movements unapologetic and rhythmic. "He’s... occupied," she murmured, her tone laced with dry humor.