And I didn’t care. Not even a little. I wanted it ripped. I wanted everything off. I wanted to be bare and ruined and f****d on that table until I forgot how to speak.
But nope.
I didn’t shut up.
Because the moment he pulled my panties aside and ran two fingers up my slit, I moaned—loud, filthy, desperate—and then I said, “You feel that? That’s for you, Damon. All of it. Every drop. Every f*****g tremble. I’ve been dripping for you since the second I smelled your anger. I’ve been waiting for you to bend me over and teach those old bastards what happens when a Luna uses her voice.”
He groaned again, but this time it sounded like he was about to break something.
“Say it,” he whispered, voice shaking like he was holding back the whole goddamn apocalypse. “Say who you belong to.”
And I s
