The Wolf King's Luna novel Chapter 95

CATHERINE.

“Are you ready for tomorrow?” Damon asked me while I was preparing to lie down on the bed beside him.

“I don’t know. I feel kind of nervous all of a sudden. I am going to be Luna officially.” I said that and then sighed deeply.

“It’s okay. That’s normal. It’s normal for you to be very nervous. It’s even abnormal if you aren’t.” He said that and then I noticed he kept staring at my lips.

“I feel nervous,” I told him, and he brought me closer.

“We need to finish something first before tomorrow, though.” He told me, and I hid my face in the pillow.

“Do you have to say it like that? Oh my gosh.” I said that and then continued hiding my face.

He brought me closer and then sealed our lips. Every form of shyness left my body instantly.

His hands stayed on my ass, caressing wildly through the chiffon of my strappy short royal blue nightwear. 

Damon’s hand trailed up to the clinch of my waist, and as if changing his mind, he drove down to the flesh right beneath my ass and scooped me up into his arms. I bounced up with an exciting Yelp and sent my thighs to wrap around the small of his waist.

My body bounced against the pulp mattress, stretching out across the bed with my auburn hair sprawling out across my head.

"You're so beautiful," Damon muttered, gazing down at me as he unbuttoned his shirt and flung it off. I chuckled, curling my index finger repeatedly at him. Damon bit his lower lip along with the gesture.

"You're beautiful!

I chuckled, turning sideways to take his face into my hands. 

His right hand slid into the helm of my dress just as our lips touched. 

I kissed him harder, and he reciprocated by moving his tongue against mine, nibbling my lips in between, causing a sensational tingle between my thighs.

I grabbed his shorts by the waist, making sure that I was grabbing his boxers too. Together, with the waist of both fabrics secured between both my hands, I dragged them down his legs and off his feet!

His penis slapped free, hard, and pulsating between his lean lips. Damon was well-endowed. The thickness of his elongated length amazed me. 

I looked at it hungrily before hornily crawling up to his body.

Damon hissed in pleasure.

I moved my lip to the left nipple and stroked it, gently nibbling it between my teeth. "Mmm," Damon moaned, sending his hand to the side of my waist.

I led my tongue to slide to the hardness of his chest, all the way up to the flesh of his neck.

Moist and warm, my tongue nibbled on his earlobe, and he groaned against my chin. "Trading places?" Damon grunted

I smiled. "Yes," I replied, and I sat upright on him. I craned my neck to the side so that my long, full hair was reaching down sideways, and I watched him, with hard, taut nipples, poking down at him.

And well-mannered, Damon simply followed my lead. 

His eyes had grown dark and sexily dim with desire. I lifted his right palm and pressed it flat against my left breast, and he squeezed, causing my eyes to flicker shut. 

"Oh, Damon..."

He sat up with my thighs still straddling him, and he began to suck at my breast. Damon groped, pulled, kneaded, and tweaked my nipples so consistently that I could not take the thumping of my clitoris anymore.