He calls her Mommy. She calls him Honey-and means it with every drop of blood and milk and cum they share. Luna flows through him like sweet poison: draining his accounts, marking his skin with teeth, letting another man stretch her wide while he watches her face glow with happiness, then licking her clean with worshipful tongue. Yet every time he breaks, she gathers him closer-kissing his tears, stroking his caged desire, promising that his ruin is the sweetest thing she's ever tasted. He is in her veins. She is in his soul. And neither will ever let go.