She came to me in silence, but her body told me everything.
Tension in her shoulders. A flicker of hesitation in her eyes. The way she clutched her coat, as if hiding from herself, not from me. Guilt dressed her tonight, but it didn't hide the desire pulsing underneath.
She shut the door softly behind her.
"You finally stopped running," I said, voice low.
She swallowed. "I shouldn't be here."
"But you are." I walked toward her slowly, deliberately. "Do you know why?"
She opened her mouth. Closed it again.
I didn't need her answer. I could see it. Smell it.
"You came for yourself," I said, stepping close enough to feel her breath hitch. "You're done pretending you don't want this."
"Elias…"
"Take off your coat."
She didn't move.
So I did it for her.
I grabbed the edges of the coat and peeled it off her body slowly, eyes fixed on hers the whole time. When it slipped from her shoulders and hit the floor, she stood there trembling.
"You're shaking," I murmured. "You scared of me?"
"No," she whispered. "Of myself."
I smiled — dark, satisfied. "Good. That means you know what's coming."
I cupped her jaw firmly, forcing her chin up. "You came here to be ruined by me, Luna. You knew it the second you got my message. You just didn't want to admit it."
She gasped as I pulled her against my chest.
"I'm going to kiss you," I said, voice like a threat. "And when I do, you're not going to stop me. You're going to fall apart for me."
Her eyes fluttered shut, and that was all the permission I needed.
My mouth crashed onto hers, claiming, consuming. I kissed her like she belonged to me — because she did. I devoured every inch of her mouth, tongue demanding entry, my grip on her tightening.
She whimpered.
That sound undid me.
I lifted her off her feet and slammed her onto the table behind her, sending books scattering to the floor.
Her dress rode up her thighs. I spread her legs without asking. She gasped again, but I silenced her with another kiss, more brutal this time — all teeth and hunger.
"Take this off," I growled, tugging at the thin fabric of her dress. She obeyed, hands trembling as she slipped the straps down her shoulders.
I stared.
No bra.
No defenses.
My mouth was on her neck, her chest, biting and sucking until her skin bloomed with the proof that she was mine.
I tore her panties down her legs, dropped them to the floor, and ran two fingers through her slick heat.
"So fucking wet already," I muttered. "Say it. Tell me who did this to you."
"You," she breathed.
"Louder."
"You, Elias—God, you—"
I shoved my pants down just enough, positioned myself between her thighs, and slammed into her with one hard thrust. She cried out — head thrown back, mouth open in a silent scream.
Her legs wrapped around my waist like instinct.
I held her wrists above her head with one hand, fucking her slow and deep and hard, grinding against her like I owned every inch of her body.
"I should've done this the first time I saw you in that hospital," I growled into her ear. "I should've taken you and never let you go."
"Elias…"
"Say it. Tell me you're mine."
"I'm yours," she whimpered, arching under me. "I'm yours—"
I kissed her again, letting her fall apart with my name on her lips, her body spasming beneath mine, helpless.
I finished inside her with a final, brutal thrust, eyes locked on hers the entire time.
When it was over, I didn't speak.
She slid off the table on shaking legs, gathered her clothes without looking at me, and walked toward the door in silence.
"You'll come back," I said quietly.
She paused. Just for a second.
Then she was gone.
But I knew.
She was mine now.
Forever.
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