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"Yield," she commanded, dark blue eyes glittering with victory.
Dominic lay frozen under her, fully aware of the warmth of her body pressing down on him. Her chest rose and fell with exhaustion, each breath rocking her generous curves.
Hehe, have your win here.
"I yield," he said, his voice rough.
Luna's expression transformed from fierce concentration to radiant joy. "I did it! I actually beat you!" She lowered her hand, the magical energy dissipating.
Well, kinda.
"You did," he acknowledged, making no move to dislodge her from her position.
It was then that Luna actually realized the position they were in. Her triumphant smile faltered, replaced by something more vulnerable. She was still straddling him, her thighs pressed against his sides, her hands resting on his chest.
Dominic's hands moved to her hips, steadying her. The touch sent a visible shiver through her body. Her pulse quickened, the rapid beat visible at the base of her throat.
"Dominic," she whispered, his name a question on her lips.
He sat up, keeping her on his lap, one hand sliding up her back to tangle in her silver hair, while the other remained at her hip, his fingers pressing into the soft flesh.
Time seemed to suspend as they breathed the same air, neither making the final move that would bring their lips together. The clearing was silent except for the sound of their breathing and the distant call of birds settling for the evening.
Chapter 20 - Luna
Triumph surged through Luna’s veins as she pinned Dominic beneath her, his powerful body trapped between her thighs. It was already nighttime.
Her training clothes were damp with perspiration after hours of practice, and sweat glistened on her skin.
But it was paying off.
For the first time, she'd finally managed to best him. Dominic stared up at her, his black hair disheveled, falling across his forehead.
"You've improved, Luna," he admitted.
Luna opened her mouth to reply when she felt it.
He’s hard.
Luna could feel Dominic’s hard cock between her legs as she remained on top of him.
Don't react.
Her body betrayed her as Dominic wriggled against her again, the hard ridge of his need thrust against her through both their clothes.
Without missing a beat, he flipped her over onto her back in one smooth movement. Now he hovered over her, one of his hands catching hold of both her wrists, pinning them up over her head.
"Didn’t I just win?" she asked, trying but failing to keep her voice steady above the massive pounding of her heart.
"Did you?" The sides of his mouth lifted in a rare half-smile that she was weak to. "Or did I let you think you won?"
Nah, I won that fair and square.
Luna narrowed her eyes. "Why are you being a sore loser, Blackwood?"
"You think this has to do with our contest? I won’t lose anything," he growled, lowering his head. "Nothing at all."
What is he saying?
