(This was supposed to be an additional Chapter for yesterday but i didnt realise soon enough that we had actually made it up the power ranking. So this Chapter is a thank you)
"I will delegate so stuff." Luna offered breezily.
"Don’t you dare give a honey-do list." Damien scowled without glancing up, pouring a slow, steady stream of red wax onto the corner of the letter.
"But you are my honey." Luna teased, a playful smile tugging at her lips.
"That I am," Damien replied. He pressed the seal into the wax and turned back to face her.
"And I let you do , frequently I might add." She said sultrily.
Damien felt hot suddenly. "That you do," he replied. He tugged at the collar of his shirt slightly, as if that would help him cool down, but there was no help for it. Luna had that effect on him.
"So..." she purred, closing the distance between them in just a few teasing steps. Her hips swayed. She stopped re inches from him, their breaths mingling. "Don’t you think you deserve a honey do list?" she batted her eyes seductively.
"Yes... yes, I do." The words tumbled out of him with a helpless groan, as if the phrase "honey do list" had suddenly beco the most erotic sentence in the entire vampire lexicon.
Luna dipped her head. She kissed his neck softly, and then—just when he thought he could relax—ran her tongue along the line from his collarbone to the edge of his jaw. His entire body stiffened in anticipation.
"Please," he whispered, sounding far more broken than he would have liked. "Please give a honey do list."
"Patience, sweetie," she whispered against his lips, nipping at his bottom one before kissing him fully. "You need to work a bit harder for it tonight."
"To...tonight?" he stamred, a flicker of panic in his eyes as his erection made itself known with unrelenting urgency. "Tonight," she confird, stepping back. She plucked the letter from behind him.
But Damien wasn’t having any of that.
She had awakened sothing feral in him, and the vampire prince wasn’t about to be left leaking lust in his office while she waltzed away with all the power.
In a blink, he reached the door and locked it with a firm click.
"Sweetie," he said with a devilish tilt of his head and that gleam in his eyes that always ant danger, "I plan on working for it now."
Luna raised an eyebrow, amused, aroused, and just a little impressed. "Oh?" she asked, folding her arms beneath her breasts. "Right here, in the office? How scandalous."
He stepped closer, closing the space. "Let’s call it... diplomatic relations. You’re an envoy, after all."
He slowly undid her shirt buttons, one by one, as though each revealed a secret he’d waited his entire life to learn. The slight tremble in his fingers betrayed the storm raging beneath his carefully controlled exterior. It was hunger. And maybe a dash of awe. Damien’s eyes road over the swell of her breasts beneath the lacy fabric, his breath hitching slightly.
"You are a very impatient man, Prince Damien Dragos." She murmured. Her fingers ghosted over his jaw, tracing the outline of his cheekbone before sliding down to his collar.
"Guilty as charged." He kissed the nape of her neck. The curve of her neck, right where his mark was, had always been his undoing, and he intended to worship every inch.
Then he bent lower, burying his face between her breasts as if he could breathe better there. He nuzzled the skin just above her bra, pressing open-mouthed kisses while unhooking the clasp. "This needs to co off," he muttered, dragging the bra down and letting it drop.
And then—he played.
Damien took his sweet, devilish ti. He cupped her breasts with both hands, thumbs brushing over her nipples until they hardened under his touch. She gasped softly, hips shifting against the hard edge of the desk. Her fingers tangled in his hair, and her head fell back in pleasure, a helpless smile curving her lips.
He kissed her again, deeper this ti.
His trousers were gone before either of them noticed. Hers followed. The polished desk beneath her was cold at first, but Damien’s touch ignited her skin until it burned with longing. He lined himself up.
Then he slid inside her.
The stretch, the fullness, the unbearable rightness of it stole her breath. They both stilled for a mont, forehead to forehead, letting the sensation wash over them. She bit her lip. He groaned.
And then he moved. His pace quickened, building a rhythm as their bodies t again and again, each thrust echoing in the office.
They clutched each other as if the world might tear them apart any second.
And when it finally crested—when the climax ripped through them—they shattered together. Their cries mingled in the air, breathless and raw. Earth-shattering. Soul-binding.
Still inside her, Damien brushed hair off her face and kissed her again. "So... do I still get that honey do list?"
Luna laughed against his mouth. "You earned a year’s worth, sweetie."
*****
Kyllian was announced to Queen Ravena in her chambers as he stepped through the heavy doors. He paused near the guest area, hands clasped tightly behind his back.
He waited patiently, silently berating himself for being here at all. What king sought comfort?
"Your Highness," he greeted with a slight bow as Queen Ravena stepped out, regal as ever, her silver-streaked hair bound tightly at her nape.
"Kyllian, stop it." She waved him off. "You are my king now."
That undid him a little. His throat bobbed. "I’m sorry. Old habits. I just... I..." His words stuttered, threatening to collapse under the weight of emotion. "I need soone to speak to."
Ravena didn’t ask more. She simply stepped forward and took his hand. Kyllian nearly crumbled at the simple gesture. This was why he ca. For this quiet strength.
"What’s going on?" she asked gently, guiding him to the chair beside hers.
"I think I made a mistake." The words ca out like splinters.
"What mistake?" Her brow furrowed.
"I don’t have anyone to talk to. I don’t have anyone..."
(Can we get on the ranks again this week? Everyti we hit a milestone, there will be an additional Chapter)
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