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.

placing a

me. All that remains of her outfit is her torn tights, and I

murmurs. "Not right now. Are the

flipping my legs to either side of her, and pull her close as I wrap my

my embrace. I glance in the mirror that is fitted on the wardrobe; the wings I'm wearing partially cover my view,

fucked," she says callously, her eyes hardening. She isn't masking her expressions, not realising I can see

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

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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 about to hear. That's clear from the expression she

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

tone that makes my throat feel like something is stuck in it, and breathing feels a little

although a part

was a monster

her tightens as I gaze in the mirror

of sexual assault