He tossed her gently onto the bed, his motions fluid but desperate. She laughed breathlessly, her hair wild, her cheeks flushed, and her lips glistening.
He yanked his shirt over his head and let it fall to the floor with the rest of his defenses. Then he was over her—covering her body with his. Surrounding her.
Luna cupped his cheek, eyes soft, playful. "Too much?" she whispered.
"Not even close." Then he leaned in and kissed her.
He kissed her chest reverently. His mouth moved lower with deliberate slowness, tracing heat across her skin. When he gently freed her from the confines of her bra, it felt like unveiling. Damien feasted on each mound of flesh, groaning low in his throat as her back arched in response, her fingers tunneling into his hair.
Luna writhed beneath him, in the sudden release of every guarded wall she'd ever built. Her legs tangled around him, her body alive with sensation, her heart terrified and elated at once.
