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.

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

breathes as I bite into her neck. The urge to mark her is intense, but I won't do that right

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

kissing her lips as I run my other hand down her waist and then back up and around to her breast. I

her back, her eyes fluttering shut as I fondle her breast, the leather creating a barrier between

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

command quietly, wanting to see her pert sexy ass again. She obeys, rolling onto her stomach as she wriggles her ass, making me

+15 BONUS

she moans. She reaches behind and places her hand on top of

hold of her wrist, pinning it to the small of her back as I brush my other hand down

She's perfection.....

down her hips to her thighs and then to her

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

continue to straddle her, keeping her hand to