"Find me first."
Damien's eyes darkened.
He slid her nightdress up her thighs, baring the soft skin he had worshipped many nights before. He bent his head and kissed her stomach, pressing his lips to her growing belly.
He watched as her nipples hardened underneath her dress and he licked his lips.
A soft growl rumbled in his throat. His fingers brushed up her ribs, dragging the hem of her nightdress along with them, until the sheer fabric no longer hid what he craved.
"The way you respond to me… my goddess," he sighed.
He lowered his head and kissed one nipple, then the other, letting his mouth linger, letting her moan melt into the night. The world could have ended, and neither of them would've cared.
"You are my king," Luna breathed, arching into him. "I am made for you quite literally."
And she was. But what they had forged between themselves was greater than fate.
It was like the words sparked something raw within him.
