Red Moon Desires

Chapter 1: The Heat of Denial

I stood in the steamy bathroom, the air thick with tension and the scent of my own desperation. My body was a live wire, every nerve ending screaming for release. I glared at Zane, his chiseled jaw set in stubborn resolve, his dark eyes swimming with a pity that only fueled my frustration. 'I can’t fuck you until the red moon night,' he said, his voice low and raw, like he was fighting his own battle.

I grabbed his shirt, the fabric crumpling under my grip, and slammed my fist against his chest. 'Who made these fucking stupid rules?' I yelled, my voice echoing off the tiled walls. My pussy throbbed with a need so intense it was almost pain, my nipples hard as pebbles against the damp fabric of my top. 'Please, do something,' I pleaded, my tone softening but still edged with fire.

His gaze darkened, but he didn’t budge. My hand, trembling with frustration, slid down my body, slipping into the heat between my thighs. I dipped my fingers inside my wet pussy and moaned, loud and unapologetic, the sound bouncing around us. 'If you can’t help me, I’ll help myself,' I said, locking eyes with him as I pushed deeper, my breath hitching. 'And if this doesn’t quench the heat, I’ll go out there and find someone who will.'

'You dare not,' he growled, a dangerous edge to his voice that sent a shiver down my spine. In one swift motion, he bent down and lifted me out of the bathtub like I weighed nothing, my wet skin slick against his rough hands. Before I could blink, I was perched on the counter, my legs parted as he stepped between them, his presence overwhelming. 'I’m still not going to fuck you,' he said, his voice a low rumble, 'but I will quench your heat.'

His eyes burned with lust, and then his lips crashed into mine. I never imagined a kiss could be this good—fierce, hungry, like we were both starving. Our tongues battled, a sharp clash of wills, until his dominated mine. 'You taste like trouble,' he muttered against my mouth before pulling back, only to attack my ear with nips that made me gasp. 'And I’m gonna enjoy every damn second of taming it.'

'Keep talking, Zane, but you’d better deliver,' I shot back, my voice dripping with challenge as his lips moved to my neck, sucking hard enough to leave marks. His hands found my breasts, fingers grazing my hard nipples, drawing a whimper from me that I couldn’t hold back. 'Is that all you’ve got?' I taunted, even as my body arched into his touch.

He smirked, a wicked glint in his eye. 'Oh, sweetheart, I’m just getting started.' His mouth claimed my nipple, sucking hard, his tongue circling and teasing until I was panting. 'You’re gonna beg for more before I’m done,' he promised, switching to the other breast with the same ruthless attention.

My hands gripped the edge of the counter, knuckles white, as he slid lower, his tongue tracing a hot path to my navel. 'Hurry the fuck up,' I snapped, my patience fraying as my body screamed for more. He chuckled, dark and dangerous, before his face hovered over my dripping pussy. 'You’re so wet,' he murmured, parting my legs wider, his fingers separating my folds with a deliberate slowness that made me grit my teeth.

'Stop teasing and do something about it,' I hissed, squeezing my breasts hard as anticipation coiled tight in my core. Then his hot mouth landed on my pussy, and I nearly leapt off the counter, a scream tearing from my throat. 'Fuck, yes! Right there!' I yelled, my hands flying to his head, holding him against me as I ground my cunt on his tongue, desperate for more of that wicked heat.