Only the female trembling in my arms while the matebond burned hot and hungry between us.
By the time we reached my front door, restraint no longer existed.
Close enough.
Growling low in my throat, I allowed her body to slide slowly down mine until her feet touched the stone landing.
Then I spun her carefully, so she faced the heavy black door while my hands held her upright.
“Menon,” she moaned softly.
I physically swayed.
Actually fucking swayed.
If I had not already known she was a Witch, I would have suspected it purely from the spell she cast over me without effort.
Completely enchanted.
Completely ruined.
I grabbed the skirts of her gown, lifting them high enough to expose the gorgeous curve of her ass wrapped in absurdly tiny lace panties.
I froze.
Fuck.
“Dammit, Luna,” I growled roughly. “You wore these beneath your dress all night?”
She whimpered softly and nodded.
The image alone nearly snapped something primal inside me.
Every male at the festival breathing the same air as her suddenly felt like a personal offense.
I grabbed the pathetic scrap of fabric and shredded it clean off her body.
Mine.
Everything about her belonged to me now.
I lifted the ruined lace slowly to my face and inhaled deeply.
Her scent hit me like a drug.
Warm female arousal.
Magic.
Jasmine.
Moonlight.
My tongue dragged slowly across the ruined fabric before I shoved it possessively into my pocket.
Then I dropped to my knees behind her.
“Spread your legs, Luna,” I ordered roughly. “Open for me.”
