I Am The Luna

Chapter 0533

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.

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

into her neck. The urge

to the bed, I place her on it, ready to take off the wings

my other hand down her waist and then back up and around to her breast. I squeeze hard,

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

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

ass again. She obeys, rolling onto her stomach as she wriggles her ass, making me deliver a sharp slap to

+15 BONUS

behind and places her hand on top of mine

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

She's perfection.....

her thighs and then to her inner thighs, enjoying her body

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

hand to her waist