13| LUNA.

“Careful, darling,” Saffron hisses, gripping the roof of the Ute above my head. “I just might let you.”

Licking my lips, I reel in my escaping breath as every fibre in my body hums.

What the fuck was that?

I have never felt pleasure that intensely before.

As much as my mind wishes to royally screw Saffron over, my body craves to jump him and allow him to do whatever he pleases with me. Sexually.

This is insane. I’ve known him for less than twenty-four hours, and I feel this magnetic pull towards him that has my heart racing fiercely in my ear canals.

This pull toward him is a desperate need I can’t seem to control. It’s overwhelming, making me crave his touch.

Straightening my spine, I press my forehead against his. “What was that?” I ask breathlessly, hating how close he is to me—reminding me of the pleasure that was currently surging through me.

One corner of his mouth curls upward. “You like pain, darling, and I have a feeling that you and I are going to get along very well. I now