Without thinking about the bright light streaming in through the windows, I stripped off my jacket and let it fall to the floor, my eyes never leaving hers. Removing my side holster, I laid that and my Glock on the nightstand. Then I kicked off my shoes and removed the rest of my clothing. She watched me with a mix of hunger and trepidation, her teeth worrying at her lower lip. I could see the desire warring with uncertainty in her eyes, the same things that were fighting inside of me. But I didn't care. I needed her too damn much to stop now.
When I was fully nude, I finished undressing her, dropping kisses along every inch of skin that was revealed to me.
I crawled onto the bed, hovering over her, enjoying the way she trembled beneath me. Lowering my head, I pressed a kiss to the hollow of her throat, feeling her pulse jump beneath my lips. She gasped, her fingers digging into my scalp as I nipped and licked my way lower, over the swell of her breasts. They were so perfect. Round and full with dusky nipples that hardened in my mouth. I flicked my tongue over one peak, and she cried out, arching into me.
"Tristan, please..." Her voice was breathy, needy, and it only fueled the fire raging inside me.
I moved lower, pressing open-mouthed kisses down the soft curve of her stomach, running my tongue up the inside of her thigh until her hips lifted off the bed. Slowly, I worked my way up, my teeth nipping at the soft skin of her inner thighs. When I reached her pussy, I paused, breathing in the heady scent of her arousal.
"You're so wet for me,bambolina," I murmured, my voice rough with desire. "I can't wait to taste you."
She whimpered, widening her legs as her hips writhed on the bed in silent invitation. I didn't need any further encouragement. I lowered my head, swiping my tongue through her slick folds, and she cried out, her fingers tightening in my hair.
She tasted like heaven, sweet and tangy, and I groaned against her flesh. I found the spot on her clit that drove her crazy, and licked and sucked until her moans filled the room. Then I slid two fingers inside her, feeling her tight heat clench around me, and I nearly came undone.
"Tristan, oh god..." She was panting now, her hips rocking against my face as I drove her closer to the edge. "Please…"
Sliding my fingers in and out in a quick, steady rhythm, I pressed against her lower belly with my free hand, holding her still as I devoured her in the most intimate way. I wanted to taste her to cum on my tongue. Wanted to feel her lose control. This. This is what I craved. Always. To play her like an instrument until everything she felt, the pleasure, the pain, was because of me.
Just me and Luna, until the world around us didn't exist anymore.
She stiffened on the bed, and I growled deep in my throat, knowing she was close. So fucking close. My cock grew painfully hard, and I rolled my hips into the bed, unable to help myself. Sucking her clit into my mouth, I flicked it gently with my tongue and pressed my fingers deep inside of her, curling them forward the way she liked until she arched off the bed, crying out hoarsely as she orgasmed so hard her womb contracted beneath my hand and she drenched my fingers.
Pulling my fingers out of her cunt, I sucked them clean as she watched me with hooded eyes, her chest rising and falling with rapid breaths. Then I put my mouth back on her, ignoring her half-hearted protests, working her up slowly until she was once again squirming beneath me.
Only then did I rise over her and position my throbbing cock at her entrance. "Look at me, Luna," I demanded, my voice rough with need.
She opened her eyes.
"I missed you. The taste of you. The feel of you."
She whimpered, then cried out as I pushed inside of her. I groaned as her hot, wet heat tightened around me. Pulling out slightly, I thrusted in again until she took all of me deep inside of her.
Her arms wrapped around my ribcage, and her fingernails dug into my lower back. Her legs covered mine. The sensation of her smooth skin against my scars was both overwhelming and not enough. Luna was everywhere. All around me. And for a moment I couldn't do anything but breathe through it, until with a last shuddering breath, I began to move.
I wanted to take my time, but I only made it through a few long strokes at that pace. Sliding one arm underneath her, I fucked her hard and fast, reveling in the sounds she made. In the way she met me stroke for stroke, urging me on with her grip on my hips.
And when I couldn't get deep enough, I rolled over onto my back, taking her with me. She sat up and I slid even deeper inside of her. My grip tightened on her hips, hard enough to bruise. She gasped, but didn't pull away, instead rocking against me more urgently.
"You're mine," I snarled. Reaching up, I grabbed her around the neck and pulled her mouth down, capturing her mouth in a brutal kiss. "Say it. Say you belong to me."
Tears leaked from the corners of her eyes. "I belong to you," she choked out. "I'm yours, Tristan."
My orgasm shot up my shaft and I came hard, her capitulation the most beautifully terrifying thing I'd ever heard.
My heart was still racing as I pulled away from Luna and sat up on the side of the bed, my breathing ragged. The intoxicating taste of her still lingered on my lips. I'd never felt anything like this—a gnawing hunger, yes, but also a dizzying vulnerability that made me want to run and never look back.
I clenched my fists, welcoming the bite of pain as my nails dug into my palms. Pain was familiar, pain made sense. Not like these other feelings, these dangerous cracks in the armor I'd spent years building around myself. Feelings were a weakness I couldn't afford, not with my job.
"Tristan?" Luna came to sit beside me, pulling the sheet over her nudity. She put a hand on my arm, and I recoiled as if burned.
Pulling her hand back, she stared at me in confusion.
I schooled my features into a cold mask, my jaw tight. There was no room for softness in my life. For compassion. No place for the bewildering warmth she stirred in me. I thought that once I'd satisfied my curiosity about her, once I knew that Gino wouldn't hurt anyone else, I would fixate on something else, just like I always did.
But I was starting to see that wasn't the case with her. Instead of fading, my fixation was turning into an all-consuming obsession that only grew stronger the longer she was around. And that was dangerous for a man like me.
I was forgetting that I wasn't a man. I was a bullet shield for Luca, hardened by blood and violence. That was all. I couldn't keep her. I didn't need her.
