Forsaken by the Moon Goddess novel Chapter 56

Sloane

I wasn’t sure what to expect spending the night in a hotel room with Benedict, but it wasn’t what I got. I didn’t expect laughter, and teasing, and honesty, and vulnerability, and most of all, happiness. But that is what I got.

We didn’t go through two boxes of condoms, but we did finish off one and started the second. In between rounds of sex, we talked, touched, explored, and bared ourselves, bodies and minds to each other.

Tve never felt more connected to someone, more heard and understood, then I do after one night with Benedict.

Eventually, we fall asleep, wrapped in each other’s arms.

In the morning, both of us struggle to wake up.

“Will you think less of me if I tell you I don’t want to get up and go back to the real world?”

I chuckle. “No, but I will remind you that you and I both have responsibilities that we can’t ignore, especially considering we have another party to attend tonight.”

“I’d rather stay here with you,” he murmurs. His eyes are closed and he’s more relaxed than I’ve ever seen him before.

“I really enjoyed last night,” I say softly.His eyes open and his green eyes meet mine. “It was the best night of my life, Sloane. I mean it.”

He rubs his nose against mine gently. “I shouldn’t say this.

I know I shouldn’t. But I want you to hear it before your birthday so you know, no matter happens, how important you are to me. I love you, Sloane.”

I gasp. His gaze holds mine as my heart flips in my chest.

“I am IN love with you, Sloane. I don’t know what that means. I don’t know what will happen next weekend. But right now, right here, with you in my arms, there is no

› other woman in this world who could ever come close to making me feel the way you do.”

He cups my face in his hand. “I love you. I think you are the most beautiful, intelligent, funny, passionate, incredible woman I’ve ever met in my life. And I just thought you should know that.”

“Benedict …” I whisper, feeling my throat tighten at his words.

“You don’t have to say it back ..” he begins, but | already know that my heart is lost. I already know that I could never love another man like I love him.

“I love you too,” I say.

He leans in, pressing his lips to mine. This time, it’s slow, intense, and eventually becomes desperate. He pulls away long enough to put on a condom, then he’s inside me. He holds my gaze as he slowly slides in and out, and somehow, in the light of day, everything feels so much more intense.

“I love you,” he murmurs. A flood of emotions swells inside me, and I feel tears prick my eyes.

“I love you,” he says again.

I nod, unable to speak

His kisses my eyes, then my cheeks and nose, then returns to my mouth as he maintains his slow, steady rhythm that slowly builds the orgasm inside me. When the wave of pleasure crashes over me, I cry out, my mouth pulling away from his.

He watches me, stroking my hair as I come. “You’re so beautiful, so fucking beautiful, Sloane.”

He brings me back down, watching me the entire time. “I want to come on you. want everyone at my party tonight to know that you’re mine. Are you okay with that?”

“Yes, Benedict. Tell everyone I’m yours and then they’ll know that you are mine,” I say, feeling very possessive of him after our night together.

He growls softly and his thrusts come faster. “Come for me again, beautiful. I love feeling your body contract around me. I love how you give yourself to me completely,” he says. For some reason, his words send me over the edge, and I arch hard, coming for him again.He growls, and then I feel him pull out of me, ripping off the condom a moment before I feel the hot spray of his cum all over my stomach and chest.

“Fuck!” he growls, as his body continues to jerk through his orgasm, coating my body with his sperm.

When he collapses next to me, he pulls my face to his, kissing me deeply before sliding his hand over my body and rubbing his cum into my skin.

When he’s done, he continues kissing me, pulling my body against his. I wrap my arms around him, enjoying the afterglow of our love making.

He grunts when he finally pulls away from me. “We’d better shower before it’s time to check out.”

We shower together, something I’ve never done with anyone before. There’s a lot more touching when you shower with someone, and it takes three times as long because of it. But having Benedict Winslow wash my hair isn’t something that I would ever deny myself. It might be possible that the man loves me solely because of my hair, but I don’t care. It still felt incredible.

Once we’re dressed, we walk out onto the balcony, taking one last look at the city.

“This was perfect, Benedict. Thank you for this wonderful night,” I say to him.

“Thank you for spending it with me, Sloane. It really wasperfect. And the best part is that I get to have you again tonight,” he says, making me laugh.

He pulls my hips against his, then his face gets serious.”

Promise me something.”

“You’re going to be very busy, Benedict. I can drive myself!

He leans forward, touching his nose to mine. “What time should I pick you up, Sloane?”

I shake my head. “What time does the party begin?”

“Five.”

“How about four,” I say.

“How about three,” he counters.

“What am I going to do for two hours, Benedict?”

“Hang out in my room?” he says, grinning.

“Four.”

“Three-thirty.”

I shake my head again. “Fine. Three-thirty.”

“Perfect, I’ll see you then.”

We get out of the car and he grabs my bag out of the back, meeting me on my side of the car. Then, he looks at his watch.

“I’ll see you in four and a half hours. Do I need to worrythat I’m not going to be able to think whẹn I see you in tonight’s dress?” he asks.

“I guess we’ll find out,” I say, grinning as I lift up on my toes to kiss him goodbye.

He growls softly, sliding his hands into my hair and deepening the kiss before finally releasing me.

“See you soon, gorgeous.”

“See you soon, Alpha.”