The crude bluntness of his words made Luna laugh despite herself, her cheeks heating even as her lips parted in mock-scandal. The sharp turn from worry to want was so Damien, infuriating and intoxicating all at once.
He was offering her his favorite solution.
"A distraction would be nice." Luna's laugh was light. Her fingers tightened around Damien's shirt, tugging him closer as if she were tired of being queen, tired of masks, and just wanted to be his woman again.
"Why didn't you just say so?" Damien bent his head, lips brushing her mark as he nibbled gently at the sensitive spot on her neck. A soft shiver ran down her spine, and he caught it instantly, smirking. "Were you trying to play hard to get? Because if so, I'm warning you, woman, that game doesn't end the way you think."
Luna tilted her head, granting him more access while arching a brow. "I can't make it so easy for you all the time now, can I? A king should work for his queen."
