Luna stood in my doorway, her face a mix of uncertainty and desire. I drank in the sight of her, the curves of her body, the way her hair fell around her shoulders. The swelling on her face had gone down, the scrapes scabbed over. She was exquisite. My heart raced and my cock swelled just looking at her. It had only been a few days, but it felt like an eternity since I'd seen her.
I stepped back, inviting her inside. She hesitated for a moment before crossing the threshold and standing awkwardly in the kitchen. The click of the door closing behind her echoed in the silence as I drank her in, from her dark hair to her sneakers. She was wearing her own jeans, clean now, but the pink T-shirt was something I'd seen Veda wearing.
"I came to say thank you," she said quietly. "For everything you've done for me. And for Logan."
I cocked my head, watching her.
"You kept me safe from Gino, and came after me when I was stupid enough to fall for his games, and I just wanted you to know that it means a lot to me. And I appreciate it."
Why did I get the feeling that she was trying to tell me goodbye?
I moved closer, crowding her space until her back was against the wall. "Is that the only reason you're here,bambolina?"
Her breath hitched and her pulse fluttered wildly at the base of her throat. "I..." Blue eyes flew to mine and held. "I don't know."
"I think you do." I brushed my knuckles along her injured cheek, relishing the way she shivered at my touch. "I think you missed me."
She swallowed hard. "Tristan, I can't... We can't…"
"Can't what? Can't admit how much you want me? How much you crave my touch?" I leaned in, my lips a hairsbreadth from hers. "Tell me you don't want this, Luna. Tell me to stop." I wouldn't. Because holy fuck, there was a buzzing along the surface of my skin. I wanted her hands on me again. Wanted to feel her soft, pale skin pressed against mine until the revulsion faded and there was only hunger.
For a long moment, she stared at me, chest heaving, eyes dark with need. Then she surged forward, crashing her mouth against mine in a heated kiss. I groaned, tangling my fingers in her hair as I claimed her mouth, our tongues dueling for dominance.
She flattened her palms against my chest, and I jerked as a raw, keening sound tore from my throat, forcing myself to stay where I was.
Luna stiffened.
"Touch me," I begged her against her soft lips. "Please." I wanted her hands on me. I dreamed of her touch, waking up in the middle of the night covered in sweat with an aching erection and the cold fingers of terror sliding down my spine.
Only to find myself alone.
Always alone.
Slowly, she wrapped her arms around my neck, pressing the length of her body against mine, and I shuddered. My hands gripped her hips, pulling her closer as I deepened the kiss. I couldn't get enough of her. The taste of her mouth. The scent of her skin and hair. The sweet sound of her moans. She consumed me, filling my senses until there was nothing but Luna.
I broke away from her mouth to trail kisses along her jaw, down the column of her throat. She tipped her head back with a breathy moan, and I nipped at her pulse point, soothing the sting with my tongue. My hands slid beneath her shirt, skating over the smooth skin of her back, and she arched into me with a gasp.
"Tristan," she whispered, and I tightened my grip on her, my name on her lips driving me insane.
I lifted my head to meet her gaze, and the heat in her eyes nearly undid me. I wanted to take her right there against the wall, to bury myself deep inside her and never let her go. But I forced myself to slow down, to savor every moment. To drown in her.
I pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it aside, my eyes devouring the sight of her in a lacy black bra. She was fucking perfect, all creamy skin and soft curves, and I couldn't resist the urge to touch her. I cupped her breasts, feeling the weight of them in my palms, and she let out a soft whimper.
"So beautiful," I murmured, brushing my thumbs over her nipples through the thin fabric. They hardened beneath my touch, and she shivered.
I wanted to take my time with her, to worship every inch of her body until she was trembling and begging for more. But the need thrumming through my veins was too intense, too all-consuming. I needed her now, needed to be inside her, to claim her as mine.
I reached for the button of her jeans, but she caught my wrist, stilling my movements.
I looked up at her, a question in my eyes. "Donotdeny me now, Luna."
"Tristan…" She said nothing else, and I couldn't read her emotions in her eyes or her expression. There was too much confusion.
With a growl, I scooped her up into my arms and carried her down the hall to my bedroom, kicking the door shut behind us. I laid her down on the bed and stood back, drinking in the sight of her sprawled out before me like an offering from the gods.
She didn't try to get up. Didn't try to leave.
Mine.She was mine.
