Damien chuckled darkly. His hand tightened on her hip, his teeth grazed her again, and his restraint frayed. "I love it when you talk dirty." It was true.
"Do me dirty," Luna demanded, daring him to make good on everything he promised.
"Your wish is my command." His voice was dark velvet as his hand slipped deeper, sliding inside the folds of her dress until he found the thin barrier of her underwear. His fingers pressed against her heat, rubbing slow, teasing circles that made her gasp. The wetness soaking through was a testimony to how ready she was for him.
"Damien… let's make a baby please."
"You want me to die before my time. Now stop talking nonsense and just relax." Damien lowered his head, his mouth cold as his tongue swept over her nipple. The sharp graze of fang followed, a reminder that loving him always came with an edge of danger. At the same time, his hand slid lower, slipping inside her with one skilled, claiming finger.
