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.

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

urge to mark her is intense, but

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

want," I murmur, gripping the side of her face and kissing her lips as I run my other hand down her waist and

her breast, the leather creating a barrier between my palm and most of

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

ass again. She obeys, rolling onto her stomach as she wriggles her ass,

+15 BONUS

reaches behind and places her hand on top of mine

of her back as I brush

She's perfection.....

her skin, from down her hips to her thighs and

she writhes and trembles slightly, yearning for more than what I'm giving her. I continue my trail up her arms, my

hand to her waist even when she