The Vampire's Luna
Chapter 125: Beyonce - Put A Ring On It

Chapter 125: Beyonce - Put A Ring On It

"I don’t know how it works in the werewolf kingdom," Damien began with a mischievous smirk, "but you are supposed to give me your hand so I can, you know, put the ring on it."

Luna’s eyes widened as she let out a short laugh. "Oh... right." She giggled.

Still laughing, she handed him her fingers, dainty but strong.

He took her hand with reverence, sliding the ring onto her finger. "This was my mother’s ring," he murmured. "It’s been in the family for ages."

Luna stared at it, transfixed. The ring sparkled.

"I love it," she whispered, her gaze lifting back to his eyes. "I love you."

Damien answered the only way that made sense—he kissed her. No words, just the meeting of lips, of souls that had circled each other across kingdoms, species, bloodlines and magic. On their knees, there was no prince or princess, no vampire or werewolf—just two fools in love, clinging to a moment of impossible happiness.

"I’m so sorry I made it hard for you," Luna murmured against his lips, her thumb brushing his cheek as guilt threaded into her joy.

"The chase was thrilling, actually," Damien said with a grin.

She kissed him again. Their tongues tangled in a rhythm that was far too familiar now. Her hands gripped the front of his shirt, his fingers dug into her hips, anchoring her to him.

She wanted him. Gods, she wanted him.

And he wanted her.

Luna’s fingers were a blur, fumbling with the buttons on Damien’s shirt. Her mouth never left his.

Damien’s hands moved with similar urgency, slipping beneath her shirt with a growl of frustration as he tried to unhook her bra. The clasps fought back. One stubborn hook snagged, delaying him just long enough for Luna to arch into him, her body already pulsing in anticipation. Her shirt had far too many buttons, each one mocking him with its presence.

He gave the clasp another yank. Victory. But as he glanced down at her half-dressed form, his eyes narrowed at the useless row of tiny buttons still barricading her body from him. "Why do you wear armor to seduce me?" he muttered, annoyed.

She only laughed, tossing her head back as his mouth found the tender curve of her neck. A moan slipped from her lips and the sound only inflamed him more.

"Fuck it," Damien snapped, his patience vanishing. He gripped the shirt and yanked it apart, sending buttons. Luna gasped, part in surprise, part in arousal.

The shirt hung limp, gaping open. He shoved it down her arms, discarded it over his shoulder without a care in the world. The bra didn’t stand a chance—it joined the shirt a second later in some forgotten part of the room. .com

Still on their knees, breath ragged and lips swollen, Damien wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her as if she weighed nothing. He placed her on the nearby sofa, her golden skin glowing under the amber light.

Her skirt? Gone in seconds.

Her underwear? Useless and in the way.

Her thighs? Parted before she even finished gasping.

His head dipped, and the first stroke of his tongue across her slick folds sent a bolt of raw electricity shooting through her spine. Luna screamed, her hands flailing for purchase before they found Damien’s hair.

Her mouth fell open, eyes fluttering, breath catching in her throat. Her hips bucked forward instinctively, chasing the relentless heat of his mouth, the rhythm of his tongue.

Damien growled against her, the vibration sending another pulse of pleasure deep into her core. He was feral. He licked and sucked and worshipped.

"Damien—" she moaned. "Oh gods—"

He didn’t stop. Wouldn’t stop. His tongue circled her clit, then flattened against it, sucking it into his mouth, and Luna genuinely wondered if she was about to die from too much pleasure. Her heart was pounding.

If this was death, she welcomed it. Every breathless gasp, every quiver of her thighs, every greedy pull of his mouth pulled her further from reality and deeper into him.

"Fuck!" Luna screamed. Her thighs clamped tight around Damien’s head, her body trembling as her climax approached. But he was relentless. He tightened his grip and growled into her core. Then, with one swift movement, he slid his arms under her thighs and lifted them to wrap around his neck, anchoring her fully to him, devouring her.

Her fingers dug into his hair. Her back arched. "Damien, I’m cumming," she sobbed.

And still he didn’t let up.

He drove his tongue into her as she shattered, her whole body convulsing in waves of release, stars bursting behind her eyelids. The sounds from her throat were wild and uncontrolled.

When he finally looked up, her juices glistening on his lips, there was something wicked in his gaze. Her legs fell limp on either side of him as he rose, panting, then yanked her down by the waist and kissed her hard, smearing her taste between their lips. Luna moaned, tasting herself on his tongue, her head spinning at the sheer intimacy of it.

Damien stood abruptly, pulling away from her kiss only long enough to rid himself of his pants, which he flung somewhere across the room. His cock sprang free, heavy, thick, and aching.

Before she could process his next move, he pressed her back against the cushions and slid himself between her breasts, positioning her with tender but greedy hands. Luna gasped at the sensation. He cupped her breasts and squeezed them together, trapping himself between them.

He began to thrust. The head of his cock brushed against her throat with each pass, and Luna, curious and intoxicated, lowered her head.

She stuck out her tongue.

The next thrust brought him forward—and her tongue met the slick head of his cock.

"Oh fuck," Damien hissed, nearly buckling. His knees trembled as she licked the length of him each time he pushed forward, teasing the salty, sweet taste of his precum with every wet flick of her tongue. Her eyes, dark and filled with mischief, never left his. It was maddening. Beautifully maddening.