Luna leaned forward, her lips brushing his jaw, her breath hot and teasing. "You're still here," she murmured, her voice a sultry rasp, laced with challenge. "Thought you'd burn out after that." Her pussy grazed his cock, the wet heat of her folds sending a jolt through him, making his hips twitch. Her open jacket hung loose, her breasts bare and heaving, nipples hard and flushed, begging for his touch. She was a storm made flesh—scarred, fierce, and utterly untamed, every curve of her body a challenge he couldn't resist.