I Am The Luna (Moonlight Muse) novel Chapter 43

I Am The Luna by Moonlight Muse Chapter 43

Chapter 43 A Little Play

SEBASTIAN. She groans, her lips parted as I thrust into her slow, yet hard. Each thrust makes her sigh in satisfaction. Her eyes filled with lust and pleasure, and I claim her lips in another kiss as I speed up, feeling her walls tighten around me.

“Sebastian…” she whimpers as I pull her back onto her knees, one hand cupping her neck, slipping my thumb into her mouth, whilst playing with her ample breasts with the other hand. She gasps as I bury myself deeper into her, wanting her to take me entirely.

“Breathe…” I growl in her ear, before I wrap my hand around her throat, sucking hard on the corner of her neck.

Her entire body tenses, and I slam into her again, rougher and harder, tightening my hold on her neck as she comes undone. Her entire body tenses as her orgasm hits her, her body arching.

“Bastian… fuck!” she gasps, her head tilts back, her eyes fluttering shut as I chase my own release, pleasure erupts through, and my mind goes blank as we both drop onto the bed and I pull out of her making her gasp.

A thin layer of sweat covers our bodies, and I wrap my arms around her from behind, pulling her body against mine.

Her heart is pounding, as is my own, both of us breathing hard. That felt so good… the satisfaction of having sex with her. She’s as good as I remember, or even better. I missed her…

There were women in my life before her, one- night hookups, a quick fuck when you need it… 1

But ever since I tasted her for the first time, there was no way I could have another. I knew she was the endgame. I press my lips against the back of her shoulder softly, not knowing what she’ll do next.

She tenses slightly beneath my touch. We’re both processing what just happened and… as much as I loved fucking her hard and fast, I wish it wasn’t over so soon…

She takes a shaky breath, placing her hand over mine and removing it from her waist.

I watch as she slowly turns over, shuffling away from me, but I admit I’m surprised she hasn’t gotten up from the bed and tried to run away already.

Once there’s at least a foot or so between us, she looks up at me with that gorgeous after-s3x glow lighting up her face. Her cheeks are flushed, and her lips are sore, and it only makes her look even more fuckable.

The urge to claim them in another passionate kiss entices me, but I also know that’s me pushing my luck…

She covers her breasts with her arms, and I find myself hardening at the site of her naked body once again…, my eyes dipping to her pussy. A thin strip of hair runs down the centre of her pubic area. Her smooth creamy skin is covered with red marks where I had gripped her tightly and there are plenty of hickeys tainting her skin. A canvas I painted tonight…

She’s a work of art, one I love to admire…

I almost swear when I see my cum staining her inner thighs as she squeezes her legs tighter together under my gaze. My eyes flicker silver before they snap up to hers.

“What happened tonight… we pretend it never happened.” She says quietly. Her words sting, but I give her a small nod.

“Sure, I’ll try…”

It’s not easy to simply forget something like that happened…

I know I fucked up, but we just made this entire thing a whole lot messier. There is no way I’ll be able to forget about what happened or not think about it. She looks down, and I know she’s conflicted…

“Zaia…”

She looks up slowly, hugging herself as she sits up, wincing. I frown, getting off the bed and walking across the room. I pick up my shirt and wrap it around her shoulders.

Her heart thuds as she looks up at me before her eyes instantly drop to my cock, which is pretty much level with her face right now, making her gasp. I raise an eyebrow as she turns her head away when I crouch down in front of her and cup her face.

“Look at me.” She obeys, and I stroke her cheek.

“It’s ok to want some action in your life and I won’t deny that I’m happy it was me and not someone else. Although half the time I think you were digging your nails in on purpose…” I tease, showing her the scratches that cover my arms and shoulders. She blushes, and I know she didn’t realise.

“Obviously.” She lies with a frown. “You’re just a wuss who can’t handle a strong woman.” She retorts. I smirk, but I’m glad she’s not shutting me off entirely.

“One day I hope I can… Regarding that project, the ball is in your court. If you want me on I the project I’m there, if not… just take care of yourself. Whatever you choose, I’ll be fine with it.”