He could be so warm and gentle with her, drawing her close like this. It made Luna feel safe, even though he was a terribly dangerous man. (But that had always been Luna's type, hadn't it? People who made her safe even though she knew they were dangerous. Before he'd pursued Luna, Bruno had been in and out of jail on various assault charges, and although she'd never thought about it at the time, there was something inscribable about being loved by a man who'd done such violence to others but would never hurt her. It made Luna feel special and powerful. And now, in the arms of gods, Luna couldn't help but still feel that same way.)
"It's one of my favourite fucks," Luna agreed, leaning in to kiss him again, still hungry but with an more relaxed edge to it. Then she suddenly shifted, pulling away from the kiss and straddling his hips. Luna rested her hands on his chest to balance herself (and to slightly squeeze her breasts together for optimal naked cleavage). From there she asked, with a teasing smile, "are you saying I should go now?"