67 + Reunion +

The Archdemon of Gluttony, with his imposing presence and dominating manner, had Luna pinned beneath him. The rough ground pressed uncomfortably against her hips as he knelt over her, his weight a heavy shroud. Luna, flat on her back, was a mix of resistance and surrender; one arm defensively cradled against her chest, the other futilely pushing against him.

The next moment was a blur of movement and sensation. His thigh forcefully parted her legs, and he pressed himself against her intimately. The thick, hard length of his arousal was undeniable as it pressed against her. His hand tangled in her hair, pulling her towards him in an arch of desperation and desire.

"Do you feel that, amare?" he whispered, his breath hot against her skin. He rubbed himself in tight circles, awakening her body to his touch. His words, a blend of challenge and tenderness, reverberated through her.