Luna let him hold her down, even as she whined at the absence heβd left in her. Even though her skin was hot, she still felt the warm, familiar splash against her thighs. Luna found that she couldnβt really turn to look back at him - the tied arms made it too difficult - and she wiggled her arse at him for attention, not wanting Merlin to stop touching her.
He took a moment to compose herself, looking down at her. βGod, you love it,β he said with a low growl, and leaned forward to drag her up by her arms so she was standing pressed against him. One hand he brought to her breasts, finding her nipple and pinching it, and the other went between her legs. βHow much do you want it?β he said into her ear, nipping at her earlobe as his fingers circled her clit and stroked over her abused vulva. The hand on her breasts pinched the other nipple and then came up to hold her throat, just under her jaw so he could tilt her head back. βTell me how much you need it.β
βI need it,β Luna begged, whimpered, shuddering against the grip he had on her, the sharp hands and pinching fingers and demanding words at her ear. All of it was so much, so good, so right, and she arched back against him. βPlease, Merlin, please, I need it!β