The Luna's Secret

Eight letters

Love this song, Why don't we fans where you at ;) Start the song right at the beginning. With that being said, I got some smut for ya'll feel free to skip. I'm not good at writing it, but the show must go on right?? Also this chapter is dedicated to my amazing devoted reader @SaliilaS123 I love you so much, thanks for reading these!!!! You are the original Super noodle and I appreciate you so much xoxoxoxo

And with that really long authors note, enjoy my noodles love you all!! :) 

I swear I saw stars as Damien's fingers slowly continued to pleasure me, I gasp. This is nothing like before. It was simply... magical. I cried out in pleasure, Damian's mouth smirking against my neck, planting soft innocent kisses along my jaw. He lets go of my hands and they immediately  grasp onto his hair, trying to somehow anchor myself.

He gently rubs against my entrance, before thrusting inside. He moans against my lips which are claiming his. Biting, sucking, kissing. He continues his movements, my body shaking in euphoria. Hot damn he's gonna kill me.

I feel the familiar hot liquid gathering in my stomach, tempting to break free.

"Damien," I whimper as I collapse, shuddering from the amazing experience.

Damien continues his attack on my neck, sucking harshly, enough to leave marks, peppering kisses all over my face and neck. I sigh in contentment, Damn I missed him Jen smiles, rolling around in my head. 

"I love you."

I stop breathing, he loves me? I freeze, not sure if I heard right, I can't have. But I did because as soon as Damien realises what he's said freezes on top of me.

Damien's POV (your welcome <3):

"I love you."

I barely register the words, before feeling my mate freeze beneath me. Then I realise, she wasn't the one to say it. I was... But did I mean it? Of course I did. But does she love me? Did I say it too soon? She was mine but does she want me too? Is she goi-

"I love you too mi lobo," I heard her whisper.

And those first eight letters were enough to evaporate any doubts lurking in my mind. I smile nuzzling my head into her neck, as she traces patterns on my back, gently kissing my ear.

If I died in that moment, I would die a happy man. I knew for sure, she was my everything, my every breath, blink, step, laugh, tear. She had stolen my heart as cheesy as it may sound, and I was happy.

I was addicted, to her smell, her touch, her sound. I would get on my knees and beg if she wanted, because at the end of the day all that mattered was her by my side.

"Are you excited to be nineteen?" I ask, laying on my back and playing with her long dark hair that was splayed on my bare chest.

"Mmhm," She hums to me in response.

I feel her fingers dance across my chest, igniting a path of flames and sparks, and I shudder from the pleasant feeling.

We lay there, light conversation flowing as we grow sleepy and tangle our bodies together, finding peace in the darkness that consumes us.

*****

I wake up groaning, it's still dark as I wonder what interrupted my sleep. Rubbing my eyes I feel my mate shaking next to me, not small little shivers. Full on shaking like violently. I pull her close to my chest, trying to wake her. But my efforts are in vain as she lays there, tears running down her face, mingling with her sweat.