The Vampire's Luna

Ravena arched a brow, folding her arms. "Yeah, yeah. I know what you’re doing."

Luna tilted her head and offered her mother the sweetest smile. "What do you mean?"

"Oh, please," Ravena snorted. "You’re trying to escape. But however disinterested you are in the details, I am still going to make sure you have an amazing wedding. You’ll thank me when the photos come out."

"I’m sure I will," Luna chuckled, slipping her hand into Damien’s arm.

They stepped out into the moonlit street. The castle loomed ahead in the distance. The lamps lining the road cast a soft golden glow, and the quiet night air wrapped around them, finally giving them a moment alone.

"Thank you for this. For bringing my mum," she said.

"She is the best wedding planner I know," he said.

Luna raised a perfectly sculpted brow, giving him that patented ’really?’ look. "You realize she’s going to hire about four professional wedding planners, right?"

Damien’s lips tugged into a grin. "Just four?" he chuckled, slipping his arms around her waist, pulling her close.

Their bodies fit perfectly together. She rested her head briefly on his shoulder, breathing him in. He didn’t have a heartbeat like hers, but she felt him in other ways—in the way his chest rose when he held her, in the way his thumb traced small circles against her hip.

"I’m going to miss you," Luna admitted quietly. "I’ve gotten so used to us being together all the time."

Damien let out a small, theatrical groan of misery. "I’ll miss you too. I don’t want to leave," he whined dramatically, dipping his head as if trying to hide how serious those words truly were.

"Then why are you?" she asked, peeking up at him.

He smirked. "You think I’ll be able to keep my dick out of you even with your mother in a room down the hall?"

Luna snorted before bursting into a quiet laugh. "I don’t expect you to."

"I don’t know if you’ve noticed," Damien continued, adopting an almost scholarly tone, "but you’re kinda noisy."

"I am not!" she gasped, scandalized, but already laughing.

"The maids gossip about us. I heard two guards talking about our sex life too."

Luna’s mouth dropped. "That’s because you vampires have weird ears. Do you ever turn the sounds off?"

Damien chuckled, as they finally reached the ornate entrance of his castle. "I love you, Princess Luna," he said softly.

Luna stood on her toes and pressed a soft kiss to his lips, her fingers resting gently on his chest. "I love you too," she whispered against his mouth, their foreheads touching in a lingering moment that said more than words ever could.

Damien brushed his thumb along her jaw. "Want me to walk you back?" he asked, though a part of him was hoping she’d say no—hoping she’d change her mind and stay with him just a little longer.

"Oh yes, please," she whined in mock desperation, clutching his hand. "I don’t want to go back alone."

They went back and forth from Luna’s building to Damien’s a few times.

Eventually, they wandered into the heart of the grounds, settling in a beautifully crafted gazebo tucked among trees. Somewhere between not wanting to say goodbye and wanting to hold each other forever, they had lost track of time.

"You really have to let me go," Damien said again with a mock sigh, though his hands refused to release her waist.

"You have to let me go," Luna echoed playfully, but she curled up tighter in his lap instead, tucking her legs underneath her. She rested her head on his shoulder as silence wrapped around them.

"I can’t wait to marry you," Damien said suddenly, as he ran a slow finger down her neck, the gentle trail igniting goosebumps in its wake.

Luna turned slightly to look at him, her breath catching as his finger traced over the mark he had left on her.

"I want to show you off to my people," he continued. "Wake up every morning with you. Be the one you argue with over breakfast."

He kissed her neck then, letting his tongue circle around her mark with a hunger he barely contained.

"Damien..." Luna sighed, breathless, her fingers tightening around his shirt. There was longing in her voice. She didn’t know why, but every time he touched her like this, a part of her felt like it might be the last.

"I want to fuck you every night until you conceive my child," he said next. "A mix of me and you."

His lips moved lower, kissing her shoulder now. Her bare skin was warm against the night breeze, flushed with anticipation. The idea of having a child with him made her heart race.

As her hands threaded into his hair and her body responded eagerly to his touch, part of her was thinking about how quickly time moved.

A thunder struck in the distance, cracking through the sky. The gazebo’s wooden rafters trembled slightly, its hanging lanterns swaying as if the universe had just nodded.

He ran his hands up her thighs. His palms glided across her soft skin, finally reaching the fabric of her underwear, already damp with need. That alone made him groan softly into her neck. He pulled her even closer, hips pressed tightly against his, and kissed her deeply.

Then, he shifted her on his lap, turning her to straddle him properly. Her legs framed his thighs, her dress hiked up enough that the cold air kissed her bare skin.

He tugged the front of her dress down, revealing the perfect swell of her perky breasts. Damien sucked in a breath, as though he were seeing them for the first time all over again.

"So beautiful..." he murmured, "so sweet."

And then his mouth was on her.

He bent his head, closing his lips over one nipple, and Luna arched, her fingers tangling in his hair as her lips parted in a gasp. His tongue circled and flicked, then moved to the other breast, giving it the same adoration as the first. Her body trembled as he whispered in between each kiss, "Can’t get enough."