26. Luna

TWENTY-SIX

luna

O ne afternoon turned into a day, and then two, and then I'd blinked, and a week had passed in this cozy little paradise of ours.

All I knew was I didn't want to leave. Didn't want this to end. Even though we both knew it had to. After our conversation in the library, the gravity of the situation had settled into me. But he'd been helping me train each day, and we lost ourselves in each other's bodies each night.

Selene was curled up on my feet as I rested my head on Zain's chest, content not to move out of bed.

He leaned over, brushing the hair off my shoulder and kissing my neck softly.

Especially with his ever-hardening erection underneath me. Maybe straddling his lap in the morning was a bad idea, which brought the other idea that had been pinging around my brain.

Zain pinched my hip. "What's going on in that head of yours?"

"There's something I want to try, but…" I blushed. "It's embarrassing. "

"What, my queen?" His eyes flared, and I knew he could sense my arousal. "Asking for what you want should never be embarrassing. You know I'll always give it to you."

"I want you to wake me up by…" I shook my head. My face was on fire. Maybe my whole body. How far down could a blush go?

"Yes?" A smirk covered his face, but I knew he was just as interested as I was. Those golden eyes were pooled with desire, like liquid lust. "Use your words, wife."

I looked down at our hands, which were still interlocked. Maybe he was right. Maybe it didn't have to be embarrassing to ask. "I've always found the idea of being woken up with sex to be… really hot." Not that I'd ever tried it with anyone. I'd been too embarrassed to ask.

A low grumble sounded from his throat. "Is that what you want, then? Me to wake you up with my cock?" His hips jerked, the motion bumping against my clit. "Slide inside this wet pussy while you sleep?"

I moaned. " Yes."

"But we're not asleep now," he said, a devilish expression on his face. "So, what do you want?"

Leaning down, I pressed a kiss to his collarbone. Trailed my tongue over his nipples, and let my hands explore his firm chest. Those abdominal muscles that could never be obtained at a gym. No, he was bred for strength, that lethal power he gave off in spades.

And he was soft, caring, and loving only for me. Something sparked in my chest, but I pushed it down. It was too soon, wasn't it?

"I want you," I said instead, helping him guide himself into me.

"And who am I? "

"Zain," I cried out as I slid down his shaft, impaling myself on his cock.

His hands captured my nipples, pinching them lightly. "Who am I?" My hands rested on his chest, the wedding ring sparkling up at me.

" Husband," I moaned. Feeling too good.

"Good girl," he praised, like he enjoyed hearing the title slip from my lips as much as I liked saying it.

Fuck, that would never get old.

Did I have a praise kink, or did I just like it when he praised me? I couldn't think of any time when it had been like this. Thought I couldn't think about any other men when Zain erased the very thought of all of them in my mind. He'd ruined me for anyone else.

"You've ruined me, " Zain said, hearing my thoughts. "There's no one but you."

"Good." Using my knees, I picked myself up before dropping back down on his shaft. Zain's large hand possessively sprawled over my stomach, like even now, I could be carrying something precious.

My eyes squeezed shut, only able to focus on the stretch, how deep he was, how he hit my womb with every thrust. His colossal size should have been impossible, but my body accepted him like I was made just for him.

"Mine," I muttered, completely mindless as I worked myself closer to my orgasm.

"Yours ," he agreed, and when my eyes found his, there was pure love shining in them.

Neither of us had said the words yet, but I knew I felt it. Was pretty sure he did, too.

And when I slipped over the edge, Zain following right behind me, I thought if this was what married life would be like …

I could have done a lot worse than marrying the prince of the demon realm.

"Zain." A breathy moan slipped from my lips as Zain's hands slid up my thighs, parting them to bare myself to him.

"Fuck," he groaned, inhaling deeply before running his tongue up my slit. "You're so sweet, Moonbeam."

"Yes," I agreed, throwing my headback and clutchingthe sheets tightlyas dream-Zain buried his tongue inside of me, lapping at my cunt.He was so talented with that godsdamn tongue. "But I need you inside of me," I begged.

"Luna." His tip pressed against my entrance. Zain slid inside of me, the stretch of his cock as he sheathed himself inside of me, the grip of his fingers on my thighs as he spread me apart—all of it was too good. "Fuck, Luna. You're always so tight."

Wicked. Filthy. I'd never had such a dirty dream, but I liked it.

His breath was warm against my ear. "Wake up, Moonbeam. See how well you're taking my cock."

"Zain," I whimpered. My eyes were still squeezed shut because I so desperately wanted to stay in this moment. I didn't want to wakeup—not yet.

"Luna," he groaned, thrusting harder. "I need you to wake up, baby."

Then his lips were on mine, and I let my eyes flutter open, kissing him with restless abandon—not caring about morning breath or my current appearance. All I could focus on was how good it felt waking up to him sliding inside of me.

"Oh, fuck ." I gasped as he rocked his hips into mine, sending bolts of pleasure down my spine.

"Good?" He asked, keeping up that steady rhythm.

"So good." I mewled. My hips rose to meet his, and then he was shoving a pillow underneath them, burying himself deeper inside of me.

I cried, my mewls filling the room.

Zain kissed me softly. "Shh, baby. I'm going to fuck you until I can make sure that you're pregnant." His eyes were full of lust as he nipped at my neck. "Until you're growing my baby inside of you. I want you all round and swollen for me."

Yes. Yes, I wanted that. To be connected to him this way, toknow his child was growing inside of me—our child.

How had I ever thought this could be temporary? From the moment I'd agreed to marry him, I should have known it would end up like this, with me so desperate to give him everything he asked for.

"Give it to me," I begged. "Give me your cum. Fill me up." I dug my fingernails into his shoulder as I wrapped my legs around his waist, forcing him in deeper.

His tip kissed the top of my cervix, and I was so impossibly full. No one had ever done the things to my body that he could. To work me up so fast, coax orgasm after orgasm out of me. From the first moment I'd laid eyes on him in the bar, every inch of him had screamedout to me. Mine. That tiny possessive voice in my brain had been there all along, hadn't it?

"So deep." A whimper slipped from my lips. "You-you're so deep." The stretch I felt from his cock was like nothing else in this world. He was big, impossibly so, and it would never feel like this with anyone else. Like he truly was made for me.

Fuck , why was it always so good? Zain could build me up and break me over and over, and I wouldn't care. Wouldn't complain. I clenched around him, and he groaned.

His body poised over mine, sweat dotting his brow as dark strands fell across his forehead." Fuck , you're so tight. I can't wait to pump you full of my seed."

He rested his forehead against mine like we had to be as close as possible together.

I nodded, letting out a string of incoherent words and breathy moans because all I could feel, all I could see—was Zain.

My husband. My mate. The only man I'd ever loved.

Because, fuck. I loved him. Didn't I? There was no other way to explain the warmth in my chest—the vise grip he had around my heart. I'd never known I'd needed him, but now I couldn't imagine life without him.

Just that thought was enough to get me close to the edge, just a little more, and I'd be there.

"Need you to get there first," he said, nipping at my ear. "Gotta feel you clenching around my cock."

"Zain," I cried. "I need?—"

Lightning sparked in his golden eyes as he gave me a wicked smirk. "I know. I know what you need." He pounded into me relentlessly. Bringing me closer to that edge with each stroke. Zain reached down, brushing his thumb over my clit, sending little sparks into me with his power.

Oh . Oh. Fuck, that was ? —

"My wife," he growled. "My mate. Mine."

"Yours ," I agreed, letting out a deep moan as Zain kept rubbing circles over that bundle of nerves. Each shock of electricity was too much, and I couldn't hold myself back, letting my climax burst out of me like a shooting star.

Warmth flowed into me as he spilled inside of me, pouring his seed into my womb as promised.

How many times had I let him come inside of me since we'd begun this? What were the chances I wasn't already pregnant ?

"Mm. Zain." My eyes fluttered shut as he wrapped his arms around me, holding our bodies tight together, staying buried deep inside of me.

"What did I do to deserve you?" He murmured into my ear. "You're too good for me."

"Oh. Handsome." I reached my hand up to brush his cheek. "You don't think that's true, do you?"

He nodded, our foreheads rubbing together. "You're light, Luna. So pure." Zain reached his hands up, running his hands through my tangled hair. "And I'm just..." A rough laugh came from his throat. He shook his head. "Fuck. I don't know how to do this."

"Don't think that way," I said, voice soft. "Ever since we met, all I've ever felt is safe. All you have to be is yourself, Zain. That's all I want. Not the scary demon prince I see you pretend to be, or anyone else. I just want you to be comfortable to tell me whatever you're feeling."

He leaned down, kissing me softly, our tongues tangling lazily.

"Zain," I protested, feeling him hardening inside of me already. "We should really?—"

"Mmm," he hummed, ignoring me and kissing me again. "Let me have this."

He coaxed my body into another orgasm, dragging me down with him into pure bliss.

Finally, after carrying me into the bath, we got ready for the day.

I was practically floating on air, feeling that same warm feeling in my chest whenever I thought about Zain and his early morning confessions, how he'd listened to me, to what I wanted.

But was it enough? Or was I just deluding myself into thinking I could be happy here?