And Damien didn't let go. His pace only intensified, as if he was determined to make her come undone in his mouth. It was possession. Worship. A love language.
It was his damned honeymoon.
They had no white sands or secluded beaches. There was no escape to the mountains. The palace had claimed their privacy. Her recovery had demanded proximity to Dr. Thessa.
And yet, he planned on making full use of her. Every inch, every sigh, every trembling whimper that fell from her lips. He would fuck his wife properly. Without shame. Without regret. With every body part at his disposal, every ounce of love and lust twisted into one purpose—letting her know that even if the world collapsed, even if kingdoms fell, she would still belong to him.
"Damien, please…I want you." Luna cried.
