Page 90 of Twilight Sins

I don’t know if she’s calling for me or pleading with me. It doesn’t matter. It’s lost in the crush of our mouths.

She wraps her legs around me and her dress bunches around her waist. I can see the flimsy scrap of lace covering her.

“Did you put those on for me?”

She nods. “Who else would it be for?”

“No one.” I bite her full lower lip and tug. “There’s no one else.”

My cock twitches. Even the idea that there could be anyone else sparks a dark, greedy possession. I need to be inside her.

I reach down to unzip my pants, but Luna gets there first. She unzips me with trembling fingers and I pop free. She strokes me once and then again before I pull her hand away.

“Move your panties out of the way,” I order her.

She does it quickly, shoving the lace aside so every swollen inch of her is exposed to me. Her breath catches. She lets her eyes flutter closed, lashes brushing the tops of her cheeks.

“You like it when I watch you.” I work my length up and down her slit. “You want me to see you.”

She nods frantically. “You’ve seen more of me than anyone.”

I like the idea of that far too fucking much. A growl rumbles deep in my chest and I slam into her. She whimpers, but she’s so wet that she takes all of me in one thrust.

“There is no one else,” I hiss in her ear.

“No one,” she pants, tightening her legs around my hips to hold me close. Her hips rock and meet each of my thrusts. “Only you.”

I drug my thumb over her clit. “This is mine.”

“It’s yours. I’m yours.”

I drive into her until there’s only the sound of our bodies crashing together. I’m teetering on the edge, but I cling to the last scraps of my self-control. I grab her chin and force her hooded blue eyes to mine. “You are mine.”

I see the moment she breaks. The way her eyes flutter and her brow furrows. Her breath hitches and she nods. “Yes. Yes, Yakov.”

My molars are grinding together with every thrust. I’m so fucking close. “Say it.”

She opens her eyes. “I’m yours. All yours.”

I empty into her, driving her higher up the wall until I’m spent.

When I’m done, I stay inside of her as I turn away from the wall and walk out of the room. If Luna is worried about my staff seeing us, she doesn’t show it. She kisses my chest and my neck. She runs her hands through my hair, circling her hips against me in hopes of a round two.

I kick through the door and throw her down on the bed.

Luna is so focused on me that she doesn’t realize we’re not in my room. Even when I slide out of her and zip my pants, she stays splayed on the mattress, waiting.

It isn’t until I’m backing through the door that she sits up and looks around at the guest room. “Where are we? What are you doing?”

I don’t say anything. I don’t owe her any more answers. Not when she’s willing to risk her life to get them from someone else.

I pull the door closed and lock it behind me. The pounding starts a few seconds later.

“What are you doing?” Luna yells. “You can’t lock me in here!”

Already, I want to turn around and throw the door open. I want to be in that room with her. We could find so many creative ways to pass the time.

But I can’t.

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