"I don't see why you had to drag me away. We don't know who could be watching. This is highly informal," nags rang out from Moon's mouth, but from the way she appeared—a soft crimson redness flushing her alabaster cheeks—it might have been out of frustration that she had willingly followed his lead, or perhaps she was flustered by his magnetic presence that seemed to draw her in against her better judgment.
Of course, she'd never admit that to him, but she followed him close behind while they walked together down these ornate, dimly lit halls. The flickering wall sconces cast dancing shadows across their path, creating an intimate atmosphere that only heightened her anxiety. She had no idea where he was planning on leading them. This wasn't an estate they had visited often, and it would definitely be highly inappropriate if they were caught together in a secluded hallway, away from the watchful eyes of nobility.
"Oh hush, you and I both know our senses are too keen. We'd be able to sense someone coming if that truly happened," Soltero commented with a hint of amusement lacing his deep voice. He didn't need to face Moon directly for her to know he had that stupid, self-assured smirk on his face—the one that made her blood boil and her heart race simultaneously. Moon could only wonder what was going through his mind in this moment, and she was far too sober to be acting this stupidly, no matter how much of an adrenaline rush it gave her, sending pulses of excitement through her veins.
"You are nonsensical, Soltero, a complete moron," she sneered, but couldn't help keep glancing over her shoulder like she was worried of being caught, even though she knew it was entirely unlikely given their supernatural awareness. Keeping pace with Soltero, her tail lashed from side to side in agitation, the gold adornments catching the faint light. The rush truly was making her insides tingly, and a molten heat lowered to her center, making the space between her thighs more aroused than she should be, dampening her delicate undergarments.
She was more distracted than she'd usually allow herself to be—a dangerous state for someone of her position and power—so when she was suddenly grabbed by strong hands and pushed against the cold stone wall, she was obviously surprised, her breath catching audibly in her throat.
"Soltero, what are you doing?" A gasp quietly escaped her full lips as she stared up at him with widened eyes. His yellow eyes were like burning embers—the way he looked at her was a beast wanting to devour its prey, pupils dilated with unmistakable hunger. Clearly, he had chosen to be the predator in their usual game of cat and mouse, shifting their eternal dance of power into something more primal. A kaleidoscope of feelings swirled inside of Moon, something she couldn't comprehend and, for once, something she felt as though she couldn't control—something dangerous like a volatile mix of adrenaline, fury, and last of all, a forbidden lust that threatened to consume her entirely.
It was making her body feel hot, a tingling heat traveling up her throat into her cheeks and into her most sensitive places that were probably screaming for attention from this man she claimed she despised with every fiber of her being. Gods, she couldn't imagine how red her face was right now, the flush surely spreading down her neck to her décolletage. That's the one thing about having skin so pale—it's always obvious when you're blushing, even when you try to hide it so desperately behind a mask of indifference and scorn.
He leaned into one of his muscular arms that he firmly placed on the wall beside her head, his shadow engulfing her smaller frame. Their proximity was so close that his natural warmth and her supernatural coldness battled against each other until it eventually created a warm sensation where their bodies nearly touched—like a storm front where cold and warm air collide to create electricity. From the way they were so close to each other, he could practically feel her chest rising and falling against him, her breasts straining against the tight bodice of her gown. Oh, how desperately he wanted to take her large mounds and mold them into his grasp, to feel their weight and softness beneath his calloused hands. He wanted to know the sounds she'd make for him—would they be soft whimpers or commanding growls? He wanted to know how her body would react to his touch without a fight for once, to see her surrender to pleasure rather than maintain her perpetual state of rigid control.
"Do you know how difficult it is to keep a grip on myself when I'm around you? You're playing very dangerous games with me, Moon. You make me afraid of myself, afraid I won't be able to hold back," he breathed out through a heavy breath, his voice dropping an octave lower. Clearly, he was struggling with himself; the look gleaming through his eyes was a desperate plea mingled with a predatory warning. The scent of her—like winter frost and exotic spices—was driving him to the edge of his control.
The look in his eyes, so raw and unguarded, didn't help with the excitement swelling up inside of her, pooling like liquid fire in her lower belly. "Don't be absurd," she replied in a steady, quiet hiss, though her voice held less conviction than she intended. Her defiance was met by Soltero pressing himself more firmly into Moon, his muscular thigh finding itself between her legs, which caused her to have to split them to make room, the silk of her dress rustling softly. Instinctively, her slender fingers met his broad chest where they pressed against the fine fabric of his formal attire, feeling the firm muscles underneath. "My gods, do you have to be so..." he thought for a minute, trying to find the right words as he studied her flushed face, "confusing."
She glared up at him, her green eyes flashing with a mixture of desire and defiance. "You incompetent idiot. I don't know what you expect from me." Although she might seem like she was composing herself quite well—her royal training evident in her posture—she was actually doing her damn hardest to not let herself go. All that emotion bubbling up inside of her—centuries of tension and unspoken desire—she felt like she was going to burst until there was nothing of her left to control, nothing but raw need and surrender.
His free hand slid up her thigh slowly, dragging up her dress along the way to expose her upper thighs, pale and perfect. His touch was featherlight, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake, and it made her skin prickle and tingle as if tiny jolts of lightning were dancing across her flesh. That feeling slowly made its way into her lower sensitive area that was her core, now throbbing with each beat of her immortal heart. "I want you to stop holding back. I want you to free yourself," Soltero said in a low, velvety voice, leaning in enough for his hot breath to caress the flushing skin of her elegant neck, causing a visible shiver to travel all the way down her body, making her nipples harden beneath the restrictive fabric.
"I shall do no such thing!" Moon raised her hand to bring a slap to his face, her pride demanding she maintain some control, but before her hand could land, a firm grip caught her wrist in mid-air, his fingers encircling her delicate bones with ease. The thwarted attempt just made Moon feel even more perplexed and aroused, her body betraying her mind's resistance. Admittedly though, the firmness and how slightly more aggressive he was, restraining her with such confidence, made the space between her legs quiver and dampen further, her inner muscles clenching around emptiness.
"How dare you," she breathed, doing her damn hardest to maintain her composure, her voice barely audible even to their enhanced hearing. But when he started to leave a trail of soft, wet kisses along the curve of her neck, his fangs occasionally grazing the sensitive skin, and maintained a steady pace of lifting and falling of his powerful thigh against the core of her heat, she couldn't help but let out small, breathy gasps of satisfaction that she would surely deny later. He let go of her hand to place his warm palm on her cinched waist; she rested her trembling hand against his broad shoulder, her body unconsciously seeking more contact.
Even with the fabric in the way, her manicured nails still managed to claw into his shoulder, surely leaving marks even through his expensive clothing, and her tail instinctively curled around his muscular leg, betraying her desire even as her words denied it.
The tension rising between them was driving Soltero crazy, a primal need building in his core. The tightening in his pants was beginning to grow unbearable, his arousal straining painfully against the confines of his formal attire; his hunger for her was going to drive him mad if he didn't act on it soon. The scent of her arousal—sweet and musky—was becoming more pronounced to his heightened senses, further eroding his control.
When he kept pace with his thigh, he could feel how it began to grow more wet from how aroused she was getting, despite how she tried to hide it behind her proud demeanor and caustic words. But he could always see right through her—he grew up with Moon, watched her become the powerful ruler she was today, of course he could notice the tiniest things about her: the slight dilation of her pupils, the quickening of her pulse at her neck, the way her breathing changed when he touched her just right.
He reached his hand behind her head, taking a firm grip of her curly orange-brown hair before pulling her head back with just enough force to expose the column of her throat, so he could devour her mouth, their lips interlocking hungrily. Their tongues danced and battled for dominance as they savored each other's taste—she tasted the expensive wine from the ball, mixed with something uniquely her, something addictive. At first, Moon seemed like she wanted to protest—her body flinched ever so slightly at the initial contact—before he could feel her gradually relax into his touch and melt into the passion of their kiss, surrendering to the moment. And when he could feel it, that moment of surrender, he couldn't help but let out a quiet, triumphant groan of approval that rumbled deep in his chest.
One of his large hands moved down the side of her body, tracing the curve of her waist, the flare of her hip, down to her perfectly rounded rear, but before he could take a firm grasp of the supple flesh, Moon pushed her hands against his chest to make space between them. But it didn't exactly make much of a difference in their compromising position. Regardless, it made Soltero stop for a moment, sensing she was clearly trying to garner his attention as she fought against her own desires. "Wait," she breathed between small pants, her chest heaving. "What if we get caught here?" Her voice held a note of genuine concern, though whether it was for her reputation or for the fact that she might not be able to stop if they continued was unclear.
Soltero couldn't help but smile against her lips, a predatory gleam in his eyes. Hungrily, he took her mouth into his once more, more demanding this time, gripping her rear with both hands and lifting her up against the wall for her to straddle his waist, which she did immediately, as if she was afraid she would crumble if she didn't. Her dress hiked up around her hips, exposing her lacy undergarments to the cool air. But he pulled back a moment to speak one small sentence, his voice thick with desire, causing her to want more, which made her feel more fury towards him for making her feel so pathetic and needy like this. "Be patient, cara mia," he whispered, the foreign endearment sending another shiver down her spine.
Slowly grinding his pelvis into her, creating delicious friction where she needed it most, he continued to savor the taste of her lips with his own. The way they made out with each other was like two starved animals devouring one another, both desperate and needy after centuries of denial, letting out quiet, primal noises signifying their need and want for each other. Even with their clothes in the way, she could feel his hard length against her slick heat, separated by mere layers of fabric, and oh, how desperate he was to tear away those delicate panties with his own teeth, to taste more of her body than just her mouth, to drink in the essence of her most intimate places.
Gods, how he couldn't control himself anymore, his restraint finally snapping like an overstretched bowstring. Releasing her hair from his grip, he placed his hand on the wall behind her, his fingers splaying wide. Ancient runes lit up on the wall, glowing with ethereal light, magical flames bursting forth—but not the kind that will burn you. It was the magical kind that bent reality to the will of its caster. He had opened a swirling portal for them to drop straight through onto her luxurious bed at her estate, where they could continue without fear of discovery.
He could've portaled them to his own estate in the west region with its sprawling grounds and opulent chambers, but he knew it would be more comfortable for Moon to be at her own place, surrounded by familiar things to ease her anxiety, especially if this was really her first time surrendering to the passion that had simmered between them for so long.
Moon normally didn't indulge in portal magic. Not because she wasn't capable, but because that kind of magic exhausted her too easily. It didn't drain her strength significantly, but it always left her with an exhausting headache.
The moment they dropped through the portal, their bodies—nor their lips—never parted. He knelt on the bed, gripping Moon's outfit eagerly, his fingers itching to rip it to shreds. Moon straddled him, her legs on either side, clinging to him tightly. Her body ached for his touch, for skin-to-skin contact, yet at the same time, hesitation gripped her. A fear clawed at the edges of her mind. What would happen if she let her emotions take over for once? What would she do to him?
Soltero, however, was aggravated by the fabric that stood between them and their passion. His hands roamed down her back, his fingers trailing along the fabric. But when he felt Moon flinch, he stopped. He pulled back from their feverish kissing, his gaze softening as he looked into her eyes.
"Soltero... I—"
"I'll be careful, cara mia," he murmured, his voice soothing yet laced with unmistakable desperation. "I'll treat your body like it's made of glass."
His reassurance settled over her, but his need for her was undeniable. To him, she was the only drug that could satisfy his addiction. Moon remained silent for a few moments before nodding slowly.
There was something sensual about the way she unfastened the cuffs around her arms, granting him access to the clothes that hugged her body. Soltero moved deliberately, his hands dragging the silk and fabric away from her smooth skin. The sight of her took his breath away, prickles forming along his own skin as his gaze devoured every luscious inch of her. His fingers trailed down her back, easing the garments lower, while Moon let out a soft breath. The cool air met her exposed skin, but it was quickly replaced by the warmth of his hands, his touch reverent as if worshiping her.
He was mesmerized. Completely enthralled. "My..." he rasped, his voice thick with want as his eyes roamed over her pale, silky skin. His gaze dipped lower, landing on her full breasts, and suddenly, his mouth felt watery. Or rather, too eager.
Moon shifted under his intense stare, a rush of embarrassment creeping in. Before she could speak, Soltero reached out, his hands slowly cupping her breasts, his palms warm against her sensitive skin.
"May I?" His voice was low, husky.
She swallowed and gave a small nod. That was all the permission he needed. He dived in, his lips sealing around one pert nipple as his tongue flicked and sucked, while his other hand molded to her twin breast, kneading gently. Moon let out a soft gasp, her head falling back as pleasure coursed through her. Her fingers found his fiery hair, gripping tightly as she arched into him.
Soltero followed her movements, pressing her down as he continued to feast on her breasts. For a demon, the sensation was nothing short of divine. As much as Moon relished the newfound pleasure, Soltero suddenly lifted himself up. She lay beneath him, breathless, her chest rising and falling. Even half-naked, she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.
Though desperate to rid her of the rest of her clothing, he forced himself to pause. He needed to remove his own first. Moon watched with parted lips as he began to undress, each piece of fabric falling away, unveiling his muscular, scarred body. Her eyes drank in every defined curve, every deep cut of muscle. He was utterly breathtaking.
She slowly sat up, her hands grazing his flesh, fingers mapping over every ridge and scar. Soltero's breath hitched at her touch, his hands ghosting over her wrists before he grabbed her hand, lifting it to his lips. He pressed a slow kiss to her palm, then shifted to hover over her once more, gently lowering her back onto the surface beneath them.
"You are truly beautiful," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "Like a goddess."
Moon's face burned at his words, her chest pressing against his. He could feel her hardened nipples against his skin. "Oh, shut up... You sound preposterous," she muttered, averting her gaze.
Soltero merely chuckled against her skin, his lips trailing down the column of her neck. The moment his mouth met her flesh, Moon let out a soft gasp, her body instinctively arching into him. His hands found her hips, gripping them possessively before they trailed lower.
"May I?" he whispered against her throat.
Moon hastily nodded. With practiced ease, he slid the rest of her clothes down, tossing them to the floor. His mouth followed the path of his hands, kissing down between her breasts, along her stomach, until he paused at her navel. He smirked, taking in the sight before him.
The carpet matched the drapes.
A wicked thought crossed his mind. If he had craved the taste of her breasts, there was something else he desired even more. Without waiting for permission, he grasped her thighs, lifting them over his shoulders before burying his face between them.
The first stroke of his tongue against her swollen bud sent a sharp gasp through Moon's lips. Her back arched as pleasure jolted through her body. Instinctively, her fingers tightened in his hair. Her moans were like music to his ears.
Soltero groaned into her, savoring the intoxicating taste of her as his tongue delved deeper, licking and sucking with fervor. His hands gripped her thighs, pulling her closer, drinking her in as if she were his last meal. Moon trembled beneath him, her body completely at his mercy.
When he finally pulled away, she was breathless, dazed from the waves of pleasure. Sitting up on shaky arms, she caught sight of him wiping her essence from his lips, a smug expression gracing his features. Heat rushed to her face. Embarrassment swirled in her chest, but before she could unleash a sharp remark, her breath hitched as she watched him reach for his pants, fingers working at the buckle.
She was speechless.
"Calm yourself, cara mia," he purred, his voice laced with amusement. "I'm going to be slow and gentle. Like glass, remember?"
That smirk of his was utterly maddening. Her eyes followed his every movement as he unbuckled his pants, the thrill of the moment making her pulse race. When he finally freed himself, her breath caught.
He was impressive. Thick. Long. Hard enough to cut diamonds.
Yet, despite his size, Moon felt no fear. Her initial gasp was one of surprise, not intimidation.
"You're not intimidated, are you?" Soltero raised an eyebrow, discarding his pants carelessly.
"Of course not," she hissed, lying back, her gaze locked onto his. She might have been hesitant, but her tail betrayed her excitement, flicking rapidly off the side of the bed.
Soltero crawled over her, his lips trailing kisses up her body before capturing her mouth once more. His voice was a whisper against her lips.
"If you want to stop, tell me now. I can't guarantee I will once we continue."
For a moment, he waited, testing her resolve. He was no gentleman, but if she told him to stop now, he would.
Moon met his gaze, her voice low, firm. "You're making me incredibly impatient, Soltero. Don't make me angry, will you?"
That grin of his widened, dark with amusement. "As you wish, my lady."
With the permission he was granted, he slowly adjusted himself along her entrance—not quite entering yet, but teasing, tormenting her with every slow, deliberate grind of his cock. The sensation was electrifying, a maddening friction that made her body tremble. Her instincts screamed at her to clamp her legs shut, to brace herself against the overwhelming sensation, but instead, she wrapped them tightly around Soltero, pulling him in closer. His quiet, restrained grunts sent shivers through her as he hovered above her, taking his time, savoring the moment.
The best way to handle someone new to this was to let her body prepare itself, to let her slickness ease the way naturally. He didn't want to hurt her. But gods, listening to her soft whimpers, the way her breaths came in short, uneven gasps—he was losing his mind. Every twitch of her hips, every flutter of her lashes, every needy little sound made his restraint wane, piece by piece. His control was slipping through his fingers like grains of sand.
His cock throbbed painfully as he pressed the tip against her entrance, heat pooling in his core like an inferno. Slowly, he pushed the crown inside, just barely, and Moon gasped—a sweet, breathless sound that sent fire licking down his spine. It was enough for him to stop, to brace himself against the overwhelming need clawing at his insides.
"I'm going to enter now, okay? Relax your body, cara mia," he murmured, his voice strained, thick with hunger.
She nodded, but her body betrayed her—shaking, tensed, burning under his touch. Her face was a flustered mess, her lips parted as she stared up at him through hooded eyes. He looked so desperate, so utterly wrecked with need, and something about that drove her mad. A storm of emotions swelled inside her, coiling like a snake in the pit of her stomach, rising up through her throat, pressing against her ribs. She needed this. She needed him.
More than anything, she needed him to fucking worship her.
Bracing his hands on either side of her, he exhaled a deep, shuddering breath. Then, with a slow, deliberate roll of his hips, he sank into her.
A guttural groan tore from his throat as he buried himself to the hilt, her tight, scorching heat enveloping him in a way that made his vision blur at the edges. Gods—this was more than he had imagined, more than he could have ever hoped for. She felt unreal, sinful, made for him. Her succubus body tightened around him, adjusting perfectly to every inch of his length, molding to him like she had been crafted solely for his pleasure. His whole body trembled under the sheer ecstasy of it, and for a fleeting moment, he thought he might lose himself right then and there.
"Fuck… you feel so goddamn good," he rasped, his voice raw, nearly breaking.
Moon arched beneath him, a breathless moan escaping her lips. Her nails dug into his arms, sharp enough to pierce skin, leaving tiny pricks of blood in their wake. But he barely noticed—hell, he welcomed the sting, relished it. It grounded him, kept him from completely unraveling. When he fully seated himself within her, she let out a sigh, her whole body shuddering. Her back arched, pressing her soft, flushed breasts against his chest, her hardened peaks rubbing against his heated skin.
And then—something inside her cracked open.
A deep, intoxicating heat burst from within her, a force so potent it sent a shiver rippling down her spine. The pheromone had been brewing inside her, trapped, waiting to be released. And now, it flooded the air like a heavy, sultry mist—a pink-tinged magic that coiled around them, filling the room, suffocating, addicting. Soltero barely had a second to react before it hit him like a punch to the gut.
The scent was devastating, burrowing into his senses, twisting around his mind like a viper sinking its fangs into prey. It seeped into his bloodstream, infecting him, eroding every rational thought. His breathing turned ragged, his pupils dilating into black pools of lust. His heartbeat roared in his ears, his muscles tensed, and suddenly, everything inside him snapped.
Gods, he needed to breed her.
Every primal instinct buried deep inside him clawed its way to the surface, tearing through his restraint like fragile glass. Gone was the careful, measured lover. Now, all that remained was raw hunger—an insatiable, animalistic need to claim her, to fill her, to fucking break her.
A strangled groan tore from his throat as his body betrayed him. Without even thrusting, he spilled into her, the sheer potency of her pheromone shattering every ounce of control he had left.
Moon gasped, her eyes going wide as she felt the sudden rush of heat swelling inside her.
"Uh… Soltero?" her voice was breathless, uncertain.
She barely had time to process what had happened before she noticed the look in his eyes.
Wild. Possessed. Completely lost to her.
Before she could react, his hands shot out, pinning her wrists against the mattress. Then, without warning, he began to move—no, not move. He fucked her. Hard. Relentless. Unforgiving. His body led instead of his mind, driven by pure, unfiltered instinct.
Moon's moans ripped from her throat, unrestrained, raw. She had never thought of herself as a loud lover, but fuck, she was learning new things about herself tonight. Each brutal thrust sent her body jerking, her breasts bouncing, her flesh rippling under the sheer force of his movements. The room filled with the wet, obscene sounds of their bodies colliding, the scent of sex, sweat, and blood thick in the air.
Her claws raked down his back, leaving deep, jagged trails of red. Blood trickled from the wounds, only to heal before she reopened them again. And still, he didn't slow down.
Then—his teeth found her throat.
With a low, feral growl, he bit down, fangs sinking deep into the column of her neck. The sharp sting melted into pleasure, a sweet, metallic taste filling his mouth. Her blood was divine—thick, rich, intoxicating, like honey laced with sin. It made his head spin, made his hips snap harder against hers.
Time blurred, their bodies moving in a desperate, frenzied rhythm. Minutes bled into hours, lost in the haze of lust and magic.
Finally, his body jerked, his muscles locking as he reached his peak again. He shuddered violently, spilling deep inside her, groaning through gritted teeth as he rode out the waves of pleasure.
Moon, panting, tried to sit up, expecting it to be over. But then she felt him pull out, and her breath hitched as his release and her own slickness dripped from his length. Her gaze locked onto him, her lips parting slightly.
Soltero dragged a hand through his damp hair, his golden eyes still glazed with hunger. But beneath the raw lust, there was something else. Something that sent a shiver down her spine.
Love.
"Holy fuck…" he muttered, voice hoarse. His eyes traced every inch of her, drinking her in, memorizing her. "Like a fucking goddess."
And he wasn't done yet.
With a sudden movement, he flipped her onto her stomach, grabbed the base of her tail, and pulled her onto his cock once more. Moon barely had time to gasp before he was inside her again, his grip firm, his pace merciless.
And just like that, they were lost in the frenzy all over again.
Moon let out a broken moan, her body melting beneath him as he took her from behind, his fingers curling around the base of her tail in a firm grip. Making her back arch and her hands clutch at the sheets. His other hand dug into the soft flesh of her hip, keeping her exactly where he wanted her as he drove into her, setting a brutal, unforgiving pace.
The room was filled with the rhythmic slap of skin against skin, the wet, obscene sounds of their bodies colliding, and the symphony of their gasps and moans. Soltero was relentless, his hips snapping forward with desperate hunger, each thrust forcing her higher, unraveling her piece by piece. Moon moved with him, pushing back, meeting every punishing thrust with equal fervor. The pressure inside her coiled, twisting tighter and tighter until she felt like she might shatter. Her mind was drowning, lost in the sensation, lost in him.
"Fuck," Soltero groaned through gritted teeth, his grip on her tail tightening as he pulled her back harder. "You take me so fucking well."
His voice was raw, hoarse, dripping with need. The praise sent another wave of heat surging through her, making her walls tighten around him, pulling him deeper. He let out a low, shuddering moan, his cock twitching inside her. She was wrecked, her body trembling under his relentless pace, but she didn't want him to stop. She wanted more. And gods, he gave it to her.
His hands left her tail and pressed against the headboard for leverage, the wood groaning under his grip. He pounded into her harder, faster, his focus solely on her—on the way her body responded, on the way she clenched around him, on the way her moans shattered into desperate cries. Moon felt herself slipping, the pleasure mounting unbearably high, the coil in her stomach tightening to the point of pain. She clawed at the sheets, her knuckles turning white as she let out a breathless sob of pleasure.
"Soltero—I—"
He knew. He could feel it. And fuck, he wasn't going to let her come down easily.
Just as she was about to tumble over the edge, he shifted, dragging her up until her back was pressed against his chest. His hands slid down her trembling thighs, spreading her legs wider, keeping her open for him. He leaned in, his breath hot against her ear.
"Come for me," he murmured, voice dark and commanding.
His fingers found her clit, rubbing tight circles against the swollen bundle of nerves, sending her spiraling. She shattered. A strangled cry tore from her throat as her orgasm crashed over her like a violent storm, her entire body locking up before melting into him. Her walls clenched around his cock, milking him, pulling him deeper into the abyss with her.
Soltero groaned, his rhythm faltering as he thrust into her a few more times before finally following her over the edge. His head fell back, his jaw clenched as he spilled inside her, filling her again, his body shuddering violently as he rode out the waves of pleasure.
For a moment, everything was still. Their bodies trembled against each other, their chests rising and falling in sync. The air was thick with the scent of sweat, sex, and the lingering remnants of her intoxicating pheromone. Moon tried to catch her breath, her body still tingling from the aftershocks, but before she could fully recover, she felt him move again.
He wasn't done.
She barely had time to register his hands gripping her waist before he flipped her onto her back, his weight pressing her into the mattress as he slid inside her once more. Her breath hitched. "Soltero—" His mouth crashed against hers, swallowing her words in a heated, desperate kiss. His tongue slid against hers, his lips devouring, claiming, worshiping. His body moved in tandem, slow, deep thrusts that sent shockwaves of pleasure rolling through her.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer, as if she could fuse them together. His hands roamed over her body, worshiping every inch of her. He fucked her like a man possessed, like he was trying to carve his name into her very soul. They moved from the bed to the floor, the cool surface sending a shiver up her spine as he took her from behind again. Then against the wall, her legs wrapped around his waist, his fingers digging into her thighs as he slammed into her.
Then the glass balcony doors.
The lights from the empire she ruled over outside illuminated their tangled bodies, casting their silhouettes against the glass. Her breath fogged up the surface, her fingers leaving smudged trails as she braced herself against it. His reflection caught her gaze—his wild, lust-drunk expression, the way his body moved, the way he claimed her so completely. And gods, she loved it.
They didn't stop. Couldn't stop. He kept cumming—again and again, filling her until she could feel it dripping down her thighs. And she took it all, matching his relentless pace with equal fervor. By the time the pheromone finally wore off, they were utterly spent, their bodies tangled in a mess of sweat-slicked limbs. The world outside had shifted—what had felt like only hours had stretched into something much longer.
Moon let out a soft, exhausted sigh as she lay against his chest. Despite everything—despite the ruthless way they had ravaged each other—there was something undeniably intimate about the way he held her now. He pressed a lingering kiss to her forehead, his arms tightening around her, as if afraid she might slip away.
And for once, she didn't pull away.