"Luna…" he whispered hoarsely as she broke the kiss and rose above him, her legs straddling his hips. There was a wild fire in her eyes. Her hair was wet and wild around her shoulders, her lips swollen from kissing, her body glistening with leftover droplets from the shower.
That look in her eyes—it was dangerous. Determined. It made him want to laugh and groan all at once. What was she going to do? Ride him until he agreed to live forever?
He chuckled to himself, a sound both strained and amused. "You know, if this is your idea of a negotiation tactic, I might surrender early."
She didn't speak. She simply moved, taking control. He sucked in a breath, every nerve ending set on fire. She wasn't just using him—she was pouring herself into him, every touch layered with silent grief and a desperate kind of love.
Damien grunted, trying to reach for her hips but Luna caught his wrists midair and pressed them together in front of her chest.
