The Banished Shy Luna Chapter 50

I was pinned beneath him, my back sinking into the mattress, the heat of his body pressing down until there was no room left for doubt, no space left for fear. Only him.

“Toren…” His name was a broken prayer on my lips, half plea, half worship.

Something snapped inside him with those words. His control—already fraying—shattered. His mouth captured mine again, rougher, hungrier, his kiss demanding everything I had. His hips surged forward, his length sliding deeper, harder, until the sharp cry that ripped from my throat echoed against the walls.

I clung to him, nails digging into his back, scratching down the ridges of muscle as he set a brutal rhythm that shook the bed frame with each thrust. Pain and pleasure blurred together, colliding in a dizzying storm that made my head spin.

He growled into my ear, the sound guttural and raw. “Fuck, Kira… You feel so perfect. Too perfect. I can’t stop. Don’t want to stop.”

My body arched to meet him, every nerve lit with fire, every thrust sending sparks down my spine. “Then don’t,” I gasped, my voice ragged, desperate. “Don’t stop. Please… harder.”

He snarled—deep, primal—like my words unleashed something deeper inside him. His hand slid beneath my thigh, lifting it higher, spreading me wider for him. The new angle tore a cry from me, pleasure burning white-hot as he slammed into me again and again, the sound of skin meeting skin echoing with every brutal thrust.

I could see it in his eyes—war raging inside him. The need to claim, to take, to brand me as his warred against the desperate desire to hold back, to shield me from the worst of his hunger. His jaw clenched, his brow furrowed, every muscle in his body straining with the effort of a man trying not to break the thing he worshiped.

But I wasn’t fragile. I didn’t want him to hold back. Not now. Not from me.

“Look at me,” I whispered, cupping his face between trembling hands. “I’m not going to break, Toren. I want all of you. Every part you’re afraid to give.”

His breath stuttered, his thrust faltering for a heartbeat. My words slipped beneath his skin like a blade, and then his control snapped again.

He slammed into me, harder than before, a growl tearing from his throat as his hands grabbed my wrists and pinned them above my head. His mouth descended on my throat, biting, licking, marking me with every savage kiss.

“Mine,” he snarled against my skin, each word punctuated by another thrust that had me crying out. “Say it, Starlight. Say you’re mine.”

“I’m yours!” My scream tore from me, raw and desperate, my body writhing beneath his as the fire inside me built higher and higher. “I’ve always been yours!”

His growl vibrated through me, his teeth sinking gently into the spot where my neck met my shoulder. Pain flared, sharp and hot, but beneath it was a strange thrum of power, a pull deep in my chest that tied me to him, anchored me in ways I couldn’t explain.

I gasped, nails digging into his back again as I felt it—a heat crawling down my spine, strange and terrifying, like my body recognized what was happening before my mind could catch up. I didn’t care. I didn’t want to think. I just wanted him.

His hips slammed against mine harder, faster, the rhythm brutal and relentless, and I could feel his fight, his need to hold back clashing with his need to consume me whole. His breathing came in harsh growls, his body trembling with the effort of a man walking the knife’s edge of control.

“Fuck, Kira…” His voice cracked, almost pained. “You’re going to destroy me.”

“Then let me,” I begged, lifting my hips to meet his, nails clawing at his back. “Let me ruin you the way you ruin me.”

His mouth crushed mine again, devouring me with lips and teeth and tongue, and I gave everything back, matching his desperation with my own. My legs tightened around his waist, locking him in place, forcing him deeper, and his answering groan was so raw, so guttural, it sent a shiver racing down my spine.

The world blurred. There was only his weight pressing me into the bed, only the brutal rhythm of his body claiming mine, only the fire threatening to consume me alive. Pleasure coiled tighter and tighter inside me, building with every thrust, every growl, every rough kiss that stole my breath.

I sobbed his name, the sound breaking apart as the fire inside me exploded, tearing through me like lightning. My body convulsed, arching into his as my climax ripped me apart, raw and blinding.

Toren roared my name into my neck, his rhythm breaking, faltering, then surging again as he chased his own release. His body shook above me, his wolf’s growl spilling into the air as he thrust one final time and came undone, spilling into me with a heat that sent fresh tremors through my body.

For a long moment, there was nothing but the sound of our ragged breathing, our trembling bodies pressed together, his chest slick with sweat against mine.

Finally, he collapsed beside me, pulling me with him, wrapping me against his chest like I was something precious he couldn’t let go. His lips pressed to my damp hair, his hand stroking down my back even as it still trembled with aftershocks.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered roughly, his breath ghosting over my ear. “I tried to hold back, Starlight. I swear I tried. But I can’t when it comes to you. I’ll worship you properly. I’ll show you how much you mean to me when I’m not fighting myself.”

I buried my face in his chest, tears stinging my eyes—not from pain, not from regret, but from the overwhelming truth of it. He meant it. Every word. And even in his roughness, in the wild, desperate claiming of my body, I had never felt more wanted.

I kissed the scar on his chest, right over his pounding heart, and whispered against his skin, “You already do.”