Yes

She’s so beautiful, Thomas thought, his breath hitching as he stared at Luna. The faint glow in her eyes seemed to make her even more ethereal, as if she were some kind of otherworldly creature who had wandered into his world by mistake. Her lips were slightly parted, her breathing soft and steady, and he couldn’t help but notice the gentle rise and fall of her chest beneath her light cotton blouse.

“I feel… strange,” Luna murmured, her voice distant, as if she were speaking from somewhere far away. Her hand rose to her chest, pressing lightly against her breastbone. “Warm. Like there’s a fire inside me.”

Thomas’s pulse quickened. The spell had worked. She was his now. The realization sent a shiver down his spine, mingling with the guilt that had been gnawing at him since the moment he’d decided to cast it. But there was no going back. Not now.

“It’s the spell,” he said, his voice low and slightly hoarse. “It’s… it’s supposed to make you feel that way.”

Luna tilted her head, her expression one of innocent curiosity. “Why? What does it do, exactly?”

He swallowed hard, his throat dry. How could she still be so clueless? How could she not feel the weight of what he’d done? “It binds us,” he admitted, his words coming out in a rush. “Makes us… connected. Forever.”

Her eyes widened, but not with fear or anger. Instead, there was a flicker of something else—excitement, perhaps? Awe? “Connected?” she repeated, her voice soft and dreamy. “Like soulmates?”

Thomas’s heart clenched. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. She was supposed to be angry. Resentful. Anything but this. “Yes,” he muttered, his gaze dropping to the floor. “Like soulmates.”

Luna stepped closer, her bare feet making no sound on the stone floor. She reached out, her fingers brushing against his arm, sending a jolt of electricity through him. “That’s beautiful, Thomas,” she said, her voice filled with genuine wonder. “I’ve always believed in things like this. In connections that go deeper than the surface. In love that transcends… everything.”

Her words hit him like a punch to the gut. Love? She thought this was about love? He opened his mouth to correct her, to tell her the truth, but the words wouldn’t come. Instead, he found himself staring at her, captivated by the way her lips curved into a soft smile, the way her eyes seemed to see straight through him.

“Luna,” he whispered, his voice trembling. “I… I don’t deserve this. Deserve you.”

She shook her head, her silver-blonde hair cascading over her shoulders like a waterfall. “Everyone deserves love, Thomas. Even you.”

His breath caught in his throat, and before he could stop himself, his hand reached out, brushing against her cheek. Her skin was warm, soft, and he felt a jolt of desire course through him. “Luna,” he repeated, his voice barely more than a whisper.

She leaned into his touch, her eyes fluttering closed. “Thomas,” she murmured, her voice soft and breathy. “What are you doing?”

He didn’t answer. Instead, his hand slid from her cheek to her neck, his fingers trembling as they traced the delicate curve of her collarbone. She let out a soft sigh, her lips parting slightly, and he felt something inside him snap.

With a sudden, almost **** need, he leaned in, his other hand moving to her waist, pulling her closer. She didn’t resist, her body molding against his as if she were made for him. His heart was pounding in his chest, his breath coming in short, shallow gasps as he pressed his forehead against hers.

“Luna,” he whispered again, his voice thick with desire. “I… I need you.”

Her eyes fluttered open, and she looked up at him, her gaze soft and unfocused. “Thomas,” she murmured, her voice barely audible. “What do you need?”

He didn’t answer. Instead, his hand slid lower, his fingers brushing against the soft fabric of her blouse. He could feel the warmth of her skin beneath the thin material, and his breath hitched as his fingers found the hem of her shirt.

“Is this okay?” he asked, his voice trembling.

She nodded, her eyes still locked on his. “Yes,” she whispered. “It’s okay.”

His heart was racing as he slowly slid his hand under her blouse, his fingers brushing against the smooth skin of her stomach. She let out a soft gasp, her body trembling against his, and he felt a surge of desire course through him. His hand moved higher, his fingers brushing against the soft swell of her breast, and he felt her breath hitch.

“Thomas,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “What are you doing?”

His breath was coming in short, shallow gasps as he cupped her breast in his hand, his thumb brushing against her nipple through the fabric of her bra. She let out a soft moan, her body arching into his touch, and he felt something inside him snap.

“Luna,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. “You’re so beautiful.”

She looked up at him, her eyes wide and unfocused, and he felt a surge of possessiveness course through him. She was his now, completely and utterly his, and he couldn’t help but revel in the way she responded to his touch.

His other hand moved to her waist, pulling her closer as his fingers continued to tease her nipple through her bra. She let out another soft moan, her body trembling against his, and he felt a surge of heat course through him.

“Thomas,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “I… I’ve never felt like this before.”

He leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear. “It’s the spell,” he murmured, his voice low and husky. “It’s making you feel this way.”

She shook her head, her silver-blonde hair cascading over her shoulders. “No,” she whispered, her voice soft and breathy. “It’s not the spell. It’s you.”

His breath hitched, and he felt something inside him shift. She wasn’t just responding to the spell—she was responding to him. To the way he touched her, the way he made her feel. The realization sent a surge of desire through him, and he pulled her closer, his hand moving from her breast to the back of her neck.

“Luna,” he whispered, his voice thick with desire. “I… I need you.”

She looked up at him, her eyes wide and unfocused, and he felt something inside him snap. With a sudden, almost **** need, he leaned in, capturing her lips in a deep, passionate kiss. She responded immediately, her lips parting beneath his as he deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding against hers.

Her hands moved to his chest, her fingers trembling as they gripped the fabric of his shirt. He could feel the heat of her body against his, the way she trembled in his arms, and he couldn’t help but revel in the way she responded to him.

His hand moved back to her breast, his fingers sliding beneath the fabric of her bra to cup her soft flesh. She let out a soft moan, her body arching into his touch, and he felt something inside him snap. He broke the kiss, his breath coming in short, shallow gasps as he looked down at her.

“Luna,” he whispered, his voice thick with desire. “Are you sure this is okay?”

She looked up at him, her eyes wide and unfocused, and she nodded. “Yes,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “I’m sure.”

His heart was pounding in his chest as he slowly slid his hand out from under her blouse, his fingers brushing against her skin as he did. She let out a soft sigh, her body trembling against his, and he felt something inside him shift.

“Thomas,” she whispered, her voice soft and breathy. “What are you doing?”

He didn’t answer. Instead, his hands moved to the hem of her blouse, his fingers trembling as he began to lift it slowly over her head. She didn’t resist, her body arching into his touch as he pulled the fabric off, leaving her in nothing but her bra and skirt.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. “So, so beautiful.”