Luna gasped as his strong arms caged her against his chest, his grip firm, unrelenting. Her small hands pushed against him, but it was useless—he was a wall of heat and muscle, towering over her like a predator toying with its prey
Luna
Breathless, slurring "L-Let me go…"
A deep chuckle rumbled against her back, dark and knowing
Lucian
Low, teasing "Go where, little one? Straight into another man's arms?"
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