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.

it?" I ask softly, leaning in and placing a gentle kiss on it, only for

thumping irregularly, only making me further concerned 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

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

pull her close as I wrap my other arm around her waist. "Don't

on the wardrobe; the wings I'm wearing partially cover my view, but I

fucked," she says callously, her eyes hardening. She isn't masking her

I reply softly, kissing the top of her head as 1 glance in the mirror, observing

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

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

her hollow tone that makes my throat feel like something is

her to continue, although a

He was a monster by this time, one who had lost any ounce of humanity he ever had, and 1 didn't want anything to do

on her tightens as I gaze in the mirror and

sexual