The Vampire's Luna
Chapter 43: Bill Withers - Lean On Me

Chapter 43: Bill Withers - Lean On Me

"And when you see Luna," Magnus added, his voice suddenly tight, like he was using all his willpower to keep from breaking, "tell her I love her."

Kyllian’s heart ached. The weight of those words, coming from a king who rarely expressed affection aloud, hit harder than any command or decree. He bowed deeply, not just out of protocol, but out of respect for the man beneath the crown.

"I will, Your Highness," he said softly.

And as he turned to leave, he couldn’t help but wonder, how many more secrets lay buried beneath Luna’s smile? And how long did they really have before all the truths came crashing down?

*****

Luna practically melted into the plush couch the moment they entered Damien’s castle. Her body slumped, every muscle surrendering to exhaustion. Her head lolled back dramatically as she groaned, "Is this your everyday?"

Damien chuckled from where he was loosening his tie. "Yes. And just for the record, you only did a third of it. Maybe a quarter, if we’re being honest."

Luna opened one eye and gave him the most unimpressed look she could muster. "Shit... maybe our way is better. Less paperwork. Less stress. Fewer spreadsheets."

"True," Damien said, unbuttoning the cuffs of his shirt.

He laughed as he knelt down in front of her, hands reaching for her shoes. Damien’s fingers worked gently at the clasp of her heels. He took his time...definitely longer than was strictly necessary. His fingertips brushed along her ankle, tracing the delicate bone, the slight arch of her foot, the warm skin that seemed to glow against the contrast of his cool touch. The ridge of her ankle practically whispered his name. His mouth was dangerously close to brushing against it.

"Thank you," Luna sighed, her eyes now fluttering open with a sleepy smile. "My feet are free. I might cry from happiness."

"Shall I fetch a handkerchief and fan you while I’m at it?" he teased.

"No need. Just stay right there and keep doing what you’re doing," she said, her smile growing. "Also... can we just stay in tonight? I know we were supposed to go on that date, but I’m... I’m cooked. I need to recharge with wine and a blanket."

Damien leaned his head against her knee. "Anything you want, princess."

Luna raised a brow, lips twitching into a mischievous smirk. "Anything?"

"Anything..." he repeated, though his tone was wary now.

"Rub my feet," she declared victoriously. "I shouldn’t have worn heels. That was a mistake."

He stared at her for a beat, then sighed. "I hope I’m going to get paid for this service. I am a goddamn prince."

"Oh stop talking and just do it," Luna teased. "You opened the door, I just walked through it." She chuckled softly, reclining deeper into the couch like a queen who had finally claimed her rightful throne.

Damien raised an eyebrow, his grin stretching slowly across his face, dark and amused. There was a devilish gleam in his eyes. He still held her feet in his hands, delicate yet sure, like she was precious and, frankly, she was. He began to knead her soles, his thumbs pressing into the aching curves with precision. Each movement was deliberate, calculated to draw out her sighs. And oh...those sighs.

Then she moaned. Loudly.

It pulled his soul straight out of his chest and dropkicked it into the gutter of lust. freew\ebno\vel..(c)om

Damien felt his body betray him in an instant, twitching with undeniable interest in his pants. Gods, help me. His hands didn’t falter, but his brain momentarily misfired. He wasn’t prepared to feel this turned on by feet. Of all the things! Not her lips, not her neck, not her breath on his skin. No...it was feet. fr\eewebno vel .c(o)m

"OOOhh... that feels so good," Luna sighed again, arching her back just slightly, lost in her own bliss.

Damien swallowed hard. If she kept that up, he was going to combust on the damn carpet. He focused, or at least tried to. But every joyful moan that spilled from her only sent him further into the deep end of his self-control or lack thereof. His hands slowly began to drift upward, following the trail of smooth, warm skin. From her arch to her ankle, past her calf, he kissed his way upward.

And Luna was gone. Eyes closed, her head thrown back, lips parted. Every gasp that slipped from her was like a spark, igniting a little more of him, threatening to set the whole damn castle on fire.

His hands moved further. His mouth followed.

When he kissed the inside of her thigh, she sucked in a sharp breath. He felt her body tense just briefly before she relaxed again, one hand sliding down to tangle in his hair. Her skin was electric under his lips, honeyed, and with every inch he claimed, he wanted more.

Her dress had already given up the fight, bunched around her hips like a white flag of surrender. And there the blue lace was. It taunted him. Mocked him. Called to him.

He paused, trying to collect himself. To remember the dozen reasons why he shouldn’t be doing this. The politics. The bond. The fact that he wasn’t her only mate. The fact that one wrong move could unravel what little balance they were clinging to.

But none of it mattered when he whispered her name.

"Luna..."

It came out rough and unfiltered. He hadn’t meant to say it, not like that, not with all that longing coiled in his chest, but it escaped before he could catch it. And she heard.

Her eyes opened slowly, those stormy eyes that seemed to see everything. She looked at him like he was a sunrise she didn’t want to miss.

"Yes?" she asked, her voice barely a breath, but her fingers tightened in his hair, like she wasn’t ready to let go. Like maybe she didn’t want him to stop.

Damien stared up at her, caught in desire, in ruin. He was one kiss away from forgetting every reason he’d built to keep her at a safe distance.

"I think I might be in trouble," he said.

She smiled softly. Understanding. And then she pulled him closer.

"Then let’s get in trouble together."

"Fuck." The word tumbled out of Damien like a prayer. It was raw need. Bone-deep, soul-twisting, mind-unraveling need.

He reached for the soft lace that had been teasing him, pulling it gently to the side as if unveiling a sacred altar. And to him, it might as well have been. There was something holy about her. Something that made him want to bow his head and give thanks.

His thumb found her slick center and he circled slowly. The softest moan escaped her lips, and that sound... turned him into a starving man at a feast. Luna pushed her hips toward him, offering more of herself without shame, and he accepted her invitation like it was his calling.

What started as an innocent foot massage had spiraled into a sensual storm neither of them could have anticipated. But maybe it wasn’t so innocent after all. Maybe the fire had always been there, simmering beneath the surface, just waiting for the right moment to ignite.

"Damien..." she gasped, trembling.

His name on her lips did things to him, unholy things. He looked up at her through hooded eyes, breathless with wonder. "You’re so wet for me, my moonlight," he said, almost dazed. "You look like the kind of dream I’d never wake up from."

She whimpered as he leaned in, his lips ghosting over her inner thighs. "You’re beautiful," he murmured. "Look at how you come undone... with just my touch." He was worshipping her. In this moment, he wasn’t a prince, wasn’t a vampire, wasn’t even a man. He was simply hers.

Luna tangled her fingers in his hair, anchoring him. "I need you, Damien," she whispered, her words fraying at the edges with desperation. "Please... don’t stop."

Her plea twisted his chest, the rawness of it. The way she surrendered so openly, so vulnerably, to him. It was trust. And he would never betray that.

If the gods themselves had commanded him to stop, he wouldn’t have obeyed. He’d gladly face damnation before pulling away. "I’m not going anywhere," he said against her skin. "I’m going to give you everything. Every kiss. Every breath. You deserve to be worshipped."

He kissed her again surely, like each press of his lips was a vow. And Luna, caught in a storm of sensation and longing, surrendered to him completely.

"Damien..." Luna’s voice trembled like a string pulled taut, her breath still shaky from the storm he’d just unleashed inside her. Every nerve ending in her body sang with aftershocks. Her body felt weightless, but her heart was suddenly heavy.

Damien, meanwhile, looked like a man who had just tasted divinity and didn’t know if he was still welcome in heaven. He pulled her closer, practically wrapping her legs around his shoulders before letting her slip gently down to rest against the cushions. His hands roamed her body, fingers brushing lightly over her sides, eventually cupping her breasts like he was memorizing them by feel.

He was still catching his breath when another orgasm hit. Her back arched off the couch, a scream tearing from her lips.

Damien lifted his head slowly, his face flushed, lips glistening with the taste of her. "You’re beautiful," he whispered, kissing her again. She tasted herself on him and shivered. Her body said one thing, but her mind... her heart... those were whole other beasts. freew\ebno\vel..(c)om

(Shoutout to @georgia_panousou, @Lindsey_Tennyson, @harmonyque)