Chapter 181: Marvin Gaye - I Want You
And Damien didn’t let go. His pace only intensified, as if he was determined to make her come undone in his mouth. It was possession. Worship. A love language.
It was his damned honeymoon.
They had no white sands or secluded beaches. There was no escape to the mountains. The palace had claimed their privacy. Her recovery had demanded proximity to Dr. Thessa.
And yet, he planned on making full use of her. Every inch, every sigh, every trembling whimper that fell from her lips. He would fuck his wife properly. Without shame. Without regret. With every body part at his disposal, every ounce of love and lust twisted into one purpose—letting her know that even if the world collapsed, even if kingdoms fell, she would still belong to him.
"Damien, please...I want you." Luna cried.
Her fingers trembled as she dug into the sheets, her back arching helplessly under the weight of desire. Her thighs trembled against Damien’s strong grip, still parted and held in place as if he were anchoring her to the realm of the living.
But he didn’t stop.
He dug deeper, curling his fingers in a way that made her see stars behind her fluttering lashes, grazing the sweet bundle of nerves inside her as though he’d mapped out every crevice of her body in another life. His tongue remained relentless on her clit—sucking, swirling, drawing unrelenting waves of pleasure until her moan had no beginning or end, just pure helpless abandon.
She was a storm beneath him, and he, a devoted worshipper in the temple of her skin.
And so she came—Luna shattered into a thousand pieces over his fingers and lips, her climax violent and consuming. Her body trembled so violently, Damien feared for a moment that he might have gone too far, forgotten her physical limits in his need to claim every inch of her.