She bit down on her lower lip, almost hard enough to bruise, grounding herself against him in small movements. She needed more. He was teasing, and Luna was seconds away from clawing his shirt off and devouring him.
"I want to mark you all over again," Damien growled against her skin. His mouth moved to her neck, tongue tracing the scar of her existing mark.
His lips lingered there longer than usual. "Let me mark you all over again. I want to do it properly this time," he whispered.
And when his fangs descended, Luna felt the familiar pressure of them grazing her skin.
Her body tensed. And in a blink, she panicked—eyes wide, heart racing. Her hands scrambled against his chest, and she pushed herself off his lap as though he were fire and she'd just realized she was flammable.
Damien blinked in surprise.
"What's…what's wrong?" he asked, bewildered. The desire in his voice faltered. His brows creased in confusion as he sat back, watching her adjust her dress with shaky fingers.
