Kian took her face in his hands, gazing deep into her eyes as he lowered his head to brush his lips against hers. His kiss was gentle at first, a mere whisper of desire, but it quickly grew more urgent and demanding as their hunger for each other consumed them. He slid one hand down her bare back, cupping her bottom in his palm before lifting her up and onto the nearby bed.

Her moan filled the room as he settled between her legs, parting them with one broad stroke of his hand. "

He groaned as he lowered himself onto her, their bodies sliding together in a perfect fit. His thrusts were hard and demanding, each stroke driving him deeper inside her with unrelenting force. Her nails scraped down his back, leaving trails of pain-tingled pleasure in their wake. She arched into him, meeting his movements with an equal ferocity that left them both gasping for air.

"Yes," he growled, leaning forward to capture her nipple between his teeth. "

He broke the kiss only long enough to pull away far enough to look down at her, his expression fierce and intense. "Do you want this?" he asked roughly, his voice thick with desire. "Because I promise you, if you say yes... there's no going back." His hands slid lower still, reaching between their bodies to stroke her through the fabric of her gown.

Kian growled low in his throat at her response, and with a swiftness that surprised even him, he tore her gown down the front, exposing her to the cool air of the room. Her pale skin was covered in gooseflesh almost instantly, and it only served to heighten Kian's desire for her. He stepped back, taking in the sight of her naked body before him, and his eyes drifted down between her legs once more.

"Come here,"

Kian's grip on her hips tightened, his thrusts growing deeper and harder as he neared the edge. "Nightingale," he groaned, feeling his control slipping away with each passing second. He arched his back, pressing their bodies together even more closely as he released himself into her, filling her completely with his warm seed.

Their chests rose and fell in unison as they caught their breath, sweat glistening on their skin beneath the moonlight.

Kian chuckled softly, gazing down at her with satisfaction. "You're unbelievable," he murmured, trailing his fingers down her stomach and lower still, toying idly with a curl of dark hair at the juncture of her thighs. He pulled back slightly, studying her flushed face and glistening skin before leaning in to press a gentle kiss against her forehead. "I think it's time we get you cleaned up."

He raised an eyebrow, curious now. "And what did they tell you about me?" The thought of her parents discussing him with their daughter made his chest feel warm and tight. He could almost feel a flush creeping up his neck.

"They told me that I should be respectful and polite to you," she said, looking directly into his eyes. "But they didn't tell me what you were really like."

He smiled slowly, feeling himself grow more and more drawn to her with every word she spoke. "And what do you think I'm like?" he asked softly, leaning in closer still, his breath ghosting over her cheek. She trembled slightly beneath his gaze but didn't pull away.

"I think..." Her voice trailed off as they locked eyes once more. "...you're not like any of the other nobles here."

Kian growled low in his throat at her response, and with a swiftness that surprised even him, he tore her gown down the front, exposing her to the cool air of the room. Her pale skin was covered in gooseflesh almost instantly, and it only served to heighten Kian's desire for her. He stepped back, taking in the sight of her naked body before him, and his eyes drifted down between her legs once more.

"Come here,"

Kian's command was soft, but it held an edge that left no room for doubt. He watched as Luna obeyed without hesitation, moving closer until she stood before him, her chest rising and falling rapidly with every breath. His gaze traveled up and down her body again, taking in the sight of her pale skin against his darker complexion.

With one swift motion, Kian pulled her onto the bed, their bodies colliding in a cloud of crimson silk as the remnants of her gown floated to the floor.

The rest of the dance passed in a blur of movement and conversation. Kian found himself revealing more about himself to Luna, telling her stories from his past and sharing his hopes and dreams for their future together. In return, she listened intently, asking thoughtful questions that showed genuine interest in who he was as a person.

As the dance came to an end, Kian couldn't help but feel a sense of longing well up inside him. He wanted nothing more than to spend every moment with her from now on. "

Luna stepped back, bowing slightly as their hands parted. "Your Highness," she said formally, "it was a pleasure dancing with you." Her voice was calm and collected once more, but there was something else lingering in the air between them that spoke of deeper emotions.

Kian smiled warmly at her. "The pleasure was all mine, Luna." He reached out to brush a lock of hair behind her ear, his fingers grazing her skin as he did so.