Moonlit Vows Of Vengeance-Chapter 73: Smuttt!!!!!!

And I was the last breath of air he’d ever get.

I broke the kiss with a shove, panting. "What the hell are you doing?"

He didn’t step back. His gaze dropped to my lips, then lower. "Athena, I can’t— I don’t want to hold back anymore."

"You don’t get to say that," I snapped, eyes burning. "You don’t get to walk in here and kiss me like the betrayal never happened. Like you didn’t just tell me to leave this kingdom ten minutes ago. I’ll ask again what the hell are you doing!"

He stepped forward. I stepped back—straight into the wall.

His hand slid around my waist, pulling me flush against him. "I told you to leave because if you stay, I’m going to break every vow I made to the king."

I swallowed hard, heart pounding as his scent wrapped around me. "What do you mean?"

"I mean I don’t care anymore because I won’t hold back anymore," he said darkly. "I’ll burn this palace to the ground if it means I can have you again."

His words struck like lightning. I hated him for it—how easily he made my body betray me.

"You don’t even know whether I am interested in you at all," I whispered.

His mouth hovered near my ear, voice low and electric. "I know the way your body trembles when I get this close. I love the sound you make when I bite right—here." His teeth grazed my neck, and my breath caught. "I know the way you lie to yourself. You say you hate me, but your heartbeat’s screaming my name."

I pushed him again, but my palms stayed on his chest longer than they should have. "This doesn’t fix anything."

"I don’t want to fix it," he growled, dragging me toward the bed with one hand, the other sliding down to cup my thigh. "I want to feel it. All of it. The pain. The anger. The need. I want to ruin you like you ruined me."

"I never ruined you," I whispered, eyes narrowing.

He smirked darkly. "You left a crater in my fucking soul."

Then his mouth was on mine again, and this time I didn’t stop him.

He kissed me like it was war—fingers roaming, mouth devouring, teeth grazing skin and lips until I moaned into him, furious at myself and at him and at how good it still felt.

His hand slid under my shirt, rough fingers caressing the soft skin beneath. "Say that you want me," he demanded.

"No."

His teeth caught my lower lip. "Liar."

I yanked him down by the collar, forcing him to meet my eyes. "You don’t deserve to touch me."

"Then why are you still letting me?" he rasped, voice ragged as his hand dipped lower.

I gasped and shoved him back again—this time harder.

We were both breathing like animals, chest to chest, sweat rising, restraint breaking.

"I hate you," I said, but my voice trembled.

He grinned, feral and breathless. "Good. Hate me while you come undone."

He kissed me again—hotter, harder, deeper—and this time when I pulled his shirt off, it was because I wanted to. frёewebnoѵēl.com

His lips trailed fire down my throat, down my collarbone, as I tangled my fingers in his hair, cursing him under my breath and grinding against him like I hadn’t touched a man in years—well I hadn’t.

"Tell me to stop," he growled into my skin.

I didn’t.

His hands moved with a desperation that made my knees weak—one sliding under my skirt, the other gripping my hips like he was afraid I’d disappear again.

And maybe I would.

But not tonight.

Tonight, I let myself burn.

His mouth was on mine again, rougher this time—no more hesitation, no more second chances. He kissed like a storm: wild, unrelenting, shaking me down to my core. His body pressed into mine, hard and hot and hungry, pinning me to the wall like he owned every breath I took.

And gods help me, I let him.

His hands were already under my skirt, gripping the backs of my thighs, lifting me effortlessly. My legs wrapped around his waist like instinct, like memory, like need.

"I hate how good you still feel," I breathed against his mouth.

"I hate how much I want you," he growled, grinding into me so hard I gasped.

"I don’t want to hear these words," I lied, fingers raking through his hair as he kissed down my neck.

"You do. Let me show you."

He carried me to the bed and tossed me down like I weighed nothing. I bounced once, breathless and stunned, watching him strip the rest of his clothes off without breaking eye contact. There was no pretence, no slow seduction. Just heat. Fire. Hunger.

My heart thudded. My thighs clenched.

He crawled onto the bed like a predator stalking prey, eyes locked on me.

"You gonna tell me to stop?" he asked, voice low and dangerous as he hovered over me.

"No," I whispered. "But I should."

"Then I’ll take that as a yes."

He kissed me again, devouring and deep. One hand cupped my breast through the thin fabric of my top while the other slid beneath my skirt, fingers slipping under my soaked underwear.

He groaned when he felt how wet I was. "Fuck. You’re dripping for me, Athena."

"Don’t flatter yourself," I gasped, but I arched into his hand all the same.

"You’re soaking. You’ve been thinking about this since the second you saw me again."

He slid two fingers inside me, and my head fell back with a broken sound.

"That’s it," he muttered, voice thick with lust. "Gods, I missed you. Missed you."

He curled his fingers just right and I cried out, clinging to his shoulders.

"Lucas—"

"You gonna come already?" he whispered against my ear, thrusting his fingers harder, deeper. "Come for me, Athena. Let go."

My body seized, hips bucking into his hand as the climax tore through me like lightning.