Red Moon Desires

Chapter 1: The Heat of Denial

Lola’s breath hitched as she stared into Damien’s stormy eyes, her fingers tightening around the fabric of his shirt. The bathroom was a haze of steam, the air thick with the scent of lavender and raw, unbridled lust. Her body ached, a deep, primal need pulsing through her core. She could feel the heat radiating from her skin, her nipples hard as pebbles against the damp fabric of her thin tank top.

‘I can’t fuck you until the red moon night,’ Damien said, his voice low and gravelly, tinged with a regret that only fueled her frustration. His gaze dropped, pity flickering in those dark depths, and it was like a slap to her face.

‘Who made these fucking stupid rules?’ Lola snapped, her fist slamming into his chest with a force that made him grunt. She yanked him closer, her nails digging into his shirt. ‘Please, do something.’ Her voice cracked, desperation seeping through her anger. Her pussy throbbed with an insatiable need, a fire that refused to be ignored. Without thinking, her hand slipped down, fingers dipping into her slick heat. A loud moan escaped her lips, echoing off the tiled walls. ‘If you can’t help me, I’ll help myself. And if that doesn’t quench this damn heat, I’ll go out there and find someone who will.’

Damien’s eyes darkened, a dangerous growl rumbling from his chest. ‘You dare not,’ he snarled, and in one swift motion, he bent down, scooping her out of the bathtub as if she weighed nothing. Water dripped from her body, pooling on the floor as he set her on the counter, her legs instinctively parting. He stepped between them, his presence overwhelming, his heat a mirror to her own.

‘I’m still not going to fuck you,’ he said, his voice a rough promise, ‘but I will quench your heat.’ Lust burned in his gaze, a wildfire ready to consume them both. Before she could retort, his lips crashed into hers, and holy hell, she never imagined a kiss could be this devastating. Their tongues clashed, a fierce battle she was thrilled to lose as he claimed her mouth with a hunger that felt like starvation.

They pulled apart, both panting, and his lips attacked her ear, sending shivers down her spine. ‘You’re driving me insane, Lola,’ he murmured, his breath hot against her skin as he moved lower, nipping and sucking at her neck with a ferocity that made her gasp. Her hands fisted in his hair, urging him on as his rough palms found her breasts, fingers grazing her hard nipples. A whimper tore from her throat, sharp and needy.

‘Don’t tease me, Damien,’ she hissed, her voice dripping with challenge. ‘If you’re gonna do something, do it right.’

He chuckled darkly, the sound vibrating against her skin as his mouth found her nipple. He sucked hard, tongue swirling, teeth grazing just enough to make her arch off the counter. ‘Oh, I plan to,’ he muttered, switching to her other breast, giving it the same relentless attention, licking and nipping until she was a sweating, writhing mess.

Her body was on fire, every nerve screaming for more as he slid lower, his tongue tracing a path down her navel. Lola’s breath came in sharp gasps, her hands gripping the edge of the counter. When his face hovered over her dripping pussy, she nearly lost it. ‘You’re so wet,’ he growled, his fingers parting her folds, circling her aching core with a maddening slowness.

‘Fuck, yes!’ she yelled, her hands flying to her own breasts, squeezing hard as his hot mouth finally landed on her. The sensation was electric, nearly sending her leaping off the counter. ‘Yes, right there,’ she screamed, her voice raw with need as he devoured her, his tongue relentless, attacking her pussy with a skill that had her seeing stars. Her back arched, hips grinding against his face, her hands tangling in his hair to hold him closer. She was so close, so damn close to exploding, and she wasn’t about to let him stop now.