Chapter 15 #2
“I’ve got you.” My hands curve around her hips, thumbs settling into the soft hollow beneath her ribs. “Take your time.”
Her teeth sink into her bottom lip, concentration replacing confusion as she angles her hips. The first brush of contact makes us both gasp. I ease her down, watching wonder bloom across her face as I stretch and fill her. Her lips part around a fractured sound that’s half moan, half sob.
“Oh God.” Moisture gathers on her lashes. “Why are you letting me—”
The question fragments, her mind struggling to reconcile this power when all she’s known with me is surrender.
“You’re going to take what you need from me tonight.
” The words tear out of me, ragged at the edges, as her heat engulfs me.
Her thighs quiver as she takes me deeper.
Once I’m buried to the hilt, she lifts her hands from my shoulders and meets my gaze with eyes that hold nothing but absolute trust. Without her hands to brace herself, she floats in my grip alone.
I adjust my hold, one hand gripping her waist while the other spreads across the small of her back. “Trust me to keep you steady.”
“I trust you.” Those three words wrap around my heart like a caress.
“Move, Luna.” My hands guide her into motion’s first tentative steps. “Take what you want.”
She rests her palms on her thighs and begins to move, rolling her hips against me with careful exploration before finding her rhythm and growing bold. Her head falls back in surrender.
“I can’t believe you’re—” A sob tears from her chest, mixing with her moans. “You’ve never given me this.”
This pace is nothing like our usual frantic fucking. Each movement is sensual, deliberate, and almost worshipful.
“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” The words come out rough as she moves over me.
“Flatterer.” Her laugh comes in breathless gasps, but when she lifts her head to meet my eyes, warmth spreads across her features at my words. “I love being able to see your eyes through that mask like this.”
“What do you see in them?”
“Hunger. Always hunger. But something else tonight…” She circles her hips in a motion that pulls a sharp breath from me. “Something softer.”
I let her lead, and she moves with increasing confidence. Every roll of her hips tears growls from deep in my throat. She rides me with nothing but faith between us, no hands for balance, trusting my grip to keep her from falling.
Her head tips back again. Moonlight spills through the windows, illuminating the swell of her breasts as they move with her rhythm. I lean forward to capture one nipple between my lips.
“Yes!”
The sound tears from her throat. Her spine arches, pushing her breast deeper into the heat of my mouth.
My tongue sweeps around the sensitive bud, and her body answers—a violent shudder rolling through her core, her hips jerking out of tempo.
A visible tremor runs from her chest down to where we’re joined.
Her thighs squeeze tight against my hips, and I release her nipple with a soft pop.
“No, please don’t stop.” The plea breaks from between her lips.
“That’s it, beautiful. Fuck my cock.”
I capture her other nipple, unable to deny her or myself, teasing the sensitive bud with my tongue and teeth. Her hips stutter again, losing their rhythm for a heartbeat before she finds it again. The muscles of her stomach ripple, tightening and releasing with each pass of my tongue.
“My cock,” she breathes, claiming what’s already hers.
“Your cock.” The words rumble against her flesh before I release her. “My cock is yours, Luna. Every part of me is yours.”
She lifts her head and meets my eyes. “Except the one I truly want.”
“What part is that?”
“Your heart.” She breathes the admission into the space between us.
You fucking have it, Luna. You fucking have it.
The truth claws up my throat, demanding escape, but I swallow it back down. Instead, my eyes devour her, the way she moves over me, the moonlight painting her skin silver, before my gaze drops to where we’re joined.
She looks down. “What are you looking at?”
“You.”
I can’t look away from where she’s stretched around my length, how her body opens to take me, and how her arousal coats my cock in slick heat. My thumb finds her clit and traces lazy circles around the swollen bud.
“We fit together perfectly,” she breathes. “Like our bodies were made for each other.”
She’s so fucking beautiful like this, powerful and vulnerable at once.
“They are, little doe.”
Her eyes lock with mine, and grief shadows her expression. “I wish you’d let me see your face. I just know you’re beautiful under there.” Air shudders through her lips. “God, you feel so good. Different tonight. Deeper somehow.”
She bears down harder, chasing her orgasm. Her inner walls flutter and pulse around me, the telltale signs of her approaching climax.
“Why won’t you let me touch you?” The words break as they leave her mouth, her hands clenching into tight fists that tremble against her thighs.
The question burns through my mind as she rocks over me, her heat gripping my cock like warm silk.
Why won’t I let her touch me?
Because her hands on my naked flesh would destroy every defense I’ve built. I’ll be lost to her. Once she strips away cloth and barriers, I’ll have nothing left to hide behind. The mask isn’t just hiding my face. It’s protecting the last shred of distance I can maintain.
Until I can tell her the truth.
“I can’t, Luna.” My hips drive upward, and her strangled cry bounces off the windows. “I’ll—”
“You’ll what?” Her gaze pierces through the mask’s eyeholes, searching for answers I can’t give.
“You have no idea what you’re asking for.”
“Then show me.” Her rhythm turns wild, desperate hunger driving each movement. “Show me what I’m asking for.”
Her plea unleashes something feral in me. I thrust up hard, with brutal force, ripping a broken sound from her throat.
“Oh God.” The moan tears from her throat. “Right there.”
“That’s it, beautiful.” Pleasure carves deep lines across her face, beautiful and devastating.
“I need you.” The admission crumbles between her desperate gasps for air. “All of you. Not just this.”
“You have more of me than anyone ever has.”
“But not enough.” Her pace turns frantic as she chases the release that hovers just out of reach. “I want to touch you everywhere. Kiss you. I want to wake up next to you. See you in the daylight. I want—oh god, I’m gonna come.”
“Come for me, Luna.”
Her movements jerk as pleasure crashes over her.
Her spine curves into a perfect arc, and she comes with a strangled cry, her entire body convulsing while her walls clamp around me, drawing out my own release as she rides each rolling wave of ecstasy.
With a low growl, I thrust up into her one final time and explode, flooding her with my release.
We stay locked together for long moments, both gasping as we drift back from the edge of oblivion. Her eyes flutter open as awareness seeps through layers of wine and bliss.
“Why?” she whispers. “Why did you give me that?”
Because watching you take your pleasure from me was everything. And sometimes even monsters want to give instead of take.
“That was…” Her voice dissolves into a satisfied hum.
Perfect.
But that’s not true. Perfect would include her lips against mine and her palms tracing paths across the bare skin I keep hidden.
Before I give in to the temptation, I stand, keeping her steady in my arms as I slip from her warmth. A small sound of loss escapes her throat.
“Quiet. Or I’ll gag you.”
She snickers again, the alcohol in her system making her bold. “Promises… promises.”
Luna Foster is adorable when she’s drunk.
She stands on unsteady legs, collecting her clothes from the floor as I fasten my pants and guide her into the house and upstairs.
Her bedroom door clicks shut behind us. She tumbles onto the bed and sprawls back, her blonde hair spreading across the pillow, letting her thighs fall open. She draws lazy circles around one nipple while her other hand slides down her stomach to where my come still glistens between her thighs.
“You’re not leaving yet, are you?”
I reposition her so the moonlight from her window bathes her bare skin.
“Nope. Arms up.”
She grips the headboard slats. Alcohol softens her gaze, but trust radiates from every curve of her body.
I pull the zip ties from my pocket, the plastic clicking as I secure her wrists to the wood.
“Perfect.” My finger glides down her inner arm, her skin pebbling beneath my touch. “Now I’m going to taste every inch of you.”
My mouth finds her throat first, lips tracing over her racing pulse. She arches beneath me as I trail my lips lower, over her collarbone, the valley between her breasts, and the smooth expanse of her stomach.
“Please.” She lifts her hips.
My hands spread her thighs wider, and I lower my head, just as footsteps echo in the hallway. My body goes rigid.
Fuck!
Luna’s head shoots up, lips parting in surprise. My fingers snap the zip ties, and my hand clamps over her mouth.
“Quiet. You don’t want us to get caught, do you?”
Blood roars in my ears.
“Lu?” Maren’s voice drifts through the door.
I drag the covers over Luna’s exposed body, up to her chin, and spring from the mattress. The doorknob turns, and I dive across the room, pressing my spine to the wall behind the door as it opens.
“Luna?” Maren’s voice is thick with sleep. “You okay? Thought I heard voices.”
Luna blinks hard. “What?” The word comes out strangled. She coughs to clear her throat. “Yeah. Just a weird dream. I think I was talking in my sleep. Sorry if I woke you.”
Maren yawns. “You sure? It sounded like—”
“I’m fine. Promise. Too much wine.”
“Tell me about it. My head’s already pounding. Why are the cats and Shadow in the hall?”
The cats streak into the room and launch themselves onto the bed, purring as they settle around Luna. Shadow pads through the doorway, nostrils flaring. My muscles coil as he pauses, but then he ambles to his bed and lies down.
“I got up for water earlier. Guess I didn’t notice they were still out there.”
Maren yawns again. “Okay. Night.”
The door clicks shut. Footsteps fade down the hall, followed by another door closing.
I count to thirty before moving. Luna lies frozen beneath the covers, her eyes reflecting what little light filters through the window.
“That was close.” Her words slip out on an exhale.
“A little too close.” I shoo the cats away and pull the covers back down, exposing her to the cool air. “Where were we?”
“Are you sure we should do this?” Her knees fall apart even as doubt colors her voice.
“We’ll just have to keep you quiet.”
I snatch her panties from the floor, not sure how Maren missed them, and stuff the fabric between Luna’s lips.
Her eyes flare wide, then darken as her lids grow heavy with want.
I zip-tie her hands to the headboard again and settle between her thighs, my hands gripping to anchor her. The first sweep of my tongue causes her to shudder, and she moans behind the gag.
“Quiet.” My breath ghosts over her skin.
Over the next hour, three more climaxes tear through her. Two from my mouth and one from my cock buried deep inside her. I crawl up her trembling body, and her eyes flutter open, glazed and sated. I remove her gag, and she sighs, her pink tongue moistening her lips.
“Stay.” Her hand reaches for me before she remembers. It drops to the mattress. “Please stay tonight.”
The soft plea in her voice threatens to shatter my resolve. Everything inside me screams to tear away the mask, the clothes, the lies, and give her everything she’s asking for.
“I just want to touch your hair once when your head’s between my thighs. I bet it’s so soft.”
The longing in her voice cuts deep. She wants such simple intimacies, things I deny her because of my own shortcomings.
Alcohol and exhaustion start to pull her under. Her breathing deepens, evening out as sleep claims her.
I slip out of the house and back through the woods, guilt gnawing at me for every secret I’m keeping. Truth’s walls are closing in, and when they crash down, I’ll lose more than my mask.