I Am The Luna

Chapter 0535

ATTICUS

I'm nearing my release first; 1 reach down rubbing her clit until I feel her tighten around me and I slam into her, shooting my load inside of her. A low groan of pure satisfaction leaves me as I continue to fuck her, as she comes moments later.

Her head arches backwards as she cries out, her lips parted and her eyes glittering with tears as her orgasm shatters through her.

I pull out, leaning over her, the huge wings I have been wearing this entire time creating a curtain around us. She reaches

up with her bound wrists and locks them around my neck pulling me down on top of her; I roll onto my side and pull her beside me.

"You're ruining the wings," she whispers, her heart still thumping hard.

"They've served their purpose," I murmur as I reach behind my neck and undo the belt from her wrists. We're both still catching our breath, our blood pumping fast through our veins. Still basking in the aftermath of our orgasms.

"You're good at that," she murmurs, watching me toss the belt to the ground. I smirk.

"It's a handy toy, one that I'm usually always equipped with," I remark, reaching up and slowly brushing her hair back. She shies away from my touch as if not wanting me to go near her scar.

Not this time.

in and placing a gentle

as she sits up and turns her back on me. All that remains of her outfit is her torn tights, and I can't help but admire her ass

to talk about it," she murmurs. "Not right now. Are the scars all you

close as I wrap my other arm around her waist. "Don't ever think that. I know you're hiding something from me, something I'm certain is partially the

is fitted on

told you before we fucked," she says callously, her eyes hardening. She isn't masking her expressions,

the top of her head as 1 glance in the mirror, observing

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pain on her face. As she stares ahead, the look in her eyes makes my stomach twist. I'm not going to like

we lost that battle, I had already lost another battle. One that made me wish death

makes my throat feel like something is stuck in it, and breathing feels a little difficult. Dread is washing

continue, although a

"He took an interest in me. He was a monster by this time,

voice breaks and my hold on her tightens as I gaze in the mirror and see the tears that she's trying not

of sexual assault