I Am The Luna

ATTICUS

With her answer, it's as if a switch was flipped inside of her, as if she was yielding to her decision to give me a chance and 1 appreciated it, more than she'd ever know.

But the moment she asks to get out of there, I realise her language is physical, and if I want to get closer to her, then it would have to be after sex. Something I am completely fine with; I want her so fucking much.

That tiny outfit of hers doesn't help, and I was not blind to how many stares she was getting. She's mine and every fucking man who looks at her better know that.

The moment we are through the door of the packhouse, our lips collide in a passionate kiss. I grab her ass and lift her so she can wrap her legs around my waist as I carry her up the stairs and down to my room. Our kisses getting hotter and more passionate by the second.

But who am I kidding? One kiss from her makes me feel drunk and so fucking turned on, and I pride myself on self-control, but she destroys that self-control as if it is nothing.

A delicious moan escapes her, and I pin her up against the wall outside my bedroom door. Her hand twists in my hair, her arousal consuming me.

I break away from her lips as she gasps for air and I pepper her neck with kisses. She sighs softly as she yanks me back by the hair and kisses my neck, sucking hard. I bite back a groan as I yank her head back, and with my teeth, I tear the choker right off her.C0ntent © 2024 (N/ô)velDrama.Org.

"Fuck, that's sexy," she breathes as I bite into her neck. The urge to mark her is intense, but I won't do that right now.

I reach to the side and find the door handle, push it open and step inside, kicking it shut behind us. Carrying her to the bed, I place her on it, ready to take off the wings when she grabs hold of my wrist. "Keep them on. You look sexy."

I smirk, "If that's what you want," I murmur, gripping the side of her face and kissing her lips as I run my other hand down her waist and then back up and around to her breast. I squeeze hard, making her gasp, her entire body reacting to my touch.

She arches her back, her eyes fluttering shut as I fondle her breast, the leather creating a barrier between my palm and most of her breast.

Moving back, I pull free from her hold. Her eyes fly open as if unhappy with the loss of contact. I unbuckle my belt, my gaze raking over her. That tiny leather body suit and those tights are only making me want to fuck her harder. She smirks as she removes her wig and horns, tossing them aside.

"On your stomach, now," I command quietly, wanting to see her pert sexy ass again. She obeys, rolling onto her stomach as she wriggles her ass, making me deliver a sharp slap to it. 1/2

"Oh fuck," she moans. She reaches behind and places her hand on top of mine for a second.

I squeeze her ass before taking hold of her wrist, pinning it to the small of her back as I brush my other hand down her back and over her ass.

She's perfection.....

I take my time to caress her skin, from down her hips to her thighs and then to her inner thighs, enjoying her body reacting to my touch.

I run my fingers in tantalising circles as she writhes and trembles slightly, yearning for more than what I'm giving her. I continue my trail up her arms, my heart aching at the pain she has been through, but it doesn't take away from her beauty. She tenses at first, but soon relaxes beneath my fingers.

I continue to straddle her, keeping her hand to her waist even when she writhes under me.

"Fuck, you're a tease," she groans when I run my fingers down the centre of her back.

"You've seen nothing yet," I murmur, my gaze going to the zipper of her corset, and I pull it down slowly.

She moans softly, her heart thumping as I feel her breasts bounce free from the tight corset.

"Fuck..." she whimpers the moment my lips brush her skin. I let go of her wrist and she instantly places her arms above her head, sighing in pleasure.

I cup her breasts from behind, squeezing and fondling them as I brush my thumbs down over her stiff nipples.

Fuck, they are perfect.