Rejected Luna of The Cursed Alpha
he murmured softly, trembling with some unknown emotion that made his voice tremble like prayer.
I opened my eyes and met his dark, golden gaze. There was nothing left between us, no crowns, no lineages, no ancient curses. We were completely exposed to each other.
Then he moved.
He created a rhythm that was slow, deep, and mercilessly deliberate. Each time he thrust, I felt a wave of heat curling in my stomach and building the tight, unbearable coil of pleasure that made me arch off the ground. Holding him tightly to my body with my nails digging into the scarred muscles of his broad back, I matched his pace with my wild and desperate movements.