The goddess of the moon was no longer ethereal, serene, or composed. She was feral. Her body moved with raw instinct, grinding and rolling with such intensity that Xavier swore he felt the very bed quake beneath them. Each motion was an unrestrained claim, a declaration that she wasn't just his woman—she was his equal, his eternal mate, his divine counterpart.
Xavier groaned, hands gripping her hips, but Diana slapped one away, pinning his wrist against the bed with surprising force. "No," she hissed, golden eyes glowing with an unholy light. "This time… I take everything. You'll submit to me, Xavier. To your goddess."
Her pace quickened, grinding harder, sharper. Her nails dug into his skin, her teeth grazed the side of his neck before she bit down just enough to leave a mark that burned like fire. Each thrust of her hips sent sparks of divine energy flickering across their bodies, white-hot crescents of moonlight dancing in the air around them.
