The Vampire's Luna
Chapter 95: Black Honey - Dirty Love

Chapter 95: Black Honey - Dirty Love

Damien’s mouth curved into a devilish grin against her skin. "It doesn’t matter what the battle between us is...You will lose every time."

Luna let out a breathless scoff, more aroused than she wanted to admit. "Why not wait until you face my wolf?" she dared, smirking even though he couldn’t see her face.

He chuckled darkly. "Pretty little thing, isn’t she?"

With maddening calm, Damien adjusted his stance, pressing against her with maddening proximity, his hand still wrapped firmly around her wrists. He leaned closer until his lips almost brushed her ear. "That fire..." he murmured, and she shivered despite herself, "should be used to stand by me—not against me."

His free hand traced the line of her side, grazing over her ribs, her hip, leaving trails of fire on her skin through the thin fabric of her gown. Luna’s jaw clenched. The warmth pooling in her stomach was not helping her righteous fury.

"Not when you are being an asshole," she bit out.

Damien’s grin widened against her neck. "I’ll take that as progress," he said softly, nipping lightly at the skin near her pulse point before pulling back just enough to meet her gaze.

He flipped her to face him in one smooth, possessive movement, catching her completely off-guard. His gaze roamed hungrily down her body. "Shame," he murmured, his thumb brushing her cheek. "I love this dress."

"What?" The word had barely slipped from her mouth, more a breath than a question, when she felt the sudden, shocking tug at her thigh. Damien gripped the slit of her gown—grip firm, intention clear—and in one swift, unapologetic motion, he ripped it clean off her. The fabric gave way with a dramatic rrrrip, pooling to the floor.

Luna stumbled back a step, now standing in her heels, panties, and fury. "You son of a bitch!" she gasped, her eyes blazing with renewed rage. Her fists clenched at her sides, breath coming in hot, shallow bursts. This was not how civilized beings settled arguments. This was maddening.

Damien just smiled and kissed her.

She fought him at first, her hands pushing against his chest, her body rigid with resistance. The kiss was war, and she was not going to be the first to break. But then... the bond stirred. That ancient tether between them snapped.

And suddenly... the fight changed. Their rage became hunger. It was gravity. It was molten and completely out of their control.

Instead of throwing punches, they battled with their bodies.

Damien’s hand tangled in her hair, yanking her head back just enough to force her eyes on his. "Look at me," he growled against her lips. "You always want control, don’t you?"

"I’ll take it back," she snarled, gripping his jaw as if daring him to try her.

His hands slid down her body, rough, fingers grazing the aching peaks of her breasts—right over her sensitive nipples.

The reaction was instant.

Luna let out a sharp gasp as her body betrayed her. Her knees buckled, and she reached for his shoulders to stay upright. Her rage dissolved in a wave of pure sensation. The fight shattered, replaced by a need even more desperate. Her body lit up with a flare of ecstasy that had her gasping.

He broke the kiss, lips glistening, eyes dark with primal intensity. "You were saying?" he whispered.

Luna didn’t get the chance to answer. Damien bent his head, sinking his mouth to the mark on her neck and sucked.

Her world exploded.

A moan escaped her, raw and loud, a cry of surrender that echoed in the stillness of the room. Her fingers dug into his back as her hips arched toward him, needing him, wanting him, and absolutely hating how right it felt.

Somewhere in the haze of sensation, her inner voice screamed, Damnit, Luna, you were winning!

But her body had already picked a side. It had chosen Damien. fr.eew eb novel..com

She realized that if they took this step... it was over.

Her freedom. Her choices. Her delicate illusion of control. It would all shatter the second she gave in to what her body, and worse, her bond, so desperately wanted. She would be his—in every way. His queen. His personal baby factory.

Luna’s throat tightened at the thought. She couldn’t let it happen.

So, with what little strength she had left, she reached for the only weapon she had left.

Her voice.

"Please..." she whispered, her breath catching in her throat, "stop."

It was a plea from the part of her soul that still hadn’t given in.

But Damien was too far gone.

The ignited bond roared inside him, just as it did in her. Their connection wasn’t one-sided. It didn’t ask permission. It demanded. It burned through both of them, stripping them of sense and will.

He couldn’t hear her over the need pounding in his veins.

His hands slid beneath the last barrier she wore, fingertips brushing the heat between her thighs.

"Damien..." she gasped again, louder this time, desperation peaking. "Stop. I’m begging you."

And that... that finally broke through.

The fog didn’t lift so much as it cracked. Damien growled, a deep, guttural sound of pain, and jerked away from her. His eyes glowed blood-red, still lost in the bond’s hunger, but behind the fire was pain.

He turned his face away, jaw clenched so tightly it trembled. His chest heaved with ragged, unfinished breaths.

They stood there for a moment, caught in the wreckage of what almost happened. The silence between them screamed.

Damien’s hands hung by his sides, fingers twitching, aching for her. His eyes searched hers, as if silently begging her to say something different. To take it back. To say "never mind" and pull him back in.

But Luna said nothing.

She just whimpered, grieving the unbearable loss of the feelings he had started in her, of the storm he’d left unfinished inside her. Her skin still burned where he touched her. Her thighs trembled. Her lips were swollen, her heart aching, her soul divided.