From Rejected Luna To Lycan Queen (Eloise and Edward) novel Chapter 258

Chapter 258 Fantasy Damon

Chapter 258 Fantasy Damon

ELOISE.

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I thought I could sleep, but as usual, I was wrong. Well, I was asleep for like two hours, and I didn’t know what woke me up.

I just woke up and I’ve not been able to sleep again since then. I stood up and wandered around Damon’s room. I took my phone and saw missed calls from Damon, but I didn’t bother calling back. I dropped the phone and continued my wandering.

I turn toward the bathroom, pulling myself away from my own spiraling thoughts, and step into the shower. The water turns on, and I close my eyes tilting my head back, letting the water envelop me.

My eyes drift to his products, neatly arranged along the glass shelf–shampoo, conditioner, body wash. They’re all high–end. Expensive. But it’s the scent that catches my attention. I lean forward, inhaling deeply.

It’s not just any fragrance. It’s his smell, mixed with wood and something spicy. My teeth tug at my bottom lip when my legs start to shake, my core throbbing as I imagine him in the shower, pouring body lotion onto his hand before he dips down and-

I snap out of the fantasy when I realize the shower head is between my legs, hitting my clit with delicious pressure, and I let out a moan, pulling it away.

This is so wrong.

But is it? After all, he’s my husband.

I’m in his shower, using the shower head he uses every day, to make myself come. My cheeks heat as I finish showering, trying desperately to ignore the throbbing in my core.

Once I’m done, I step out of the shower, reaching for one of his thick towels. It’s soft and fluffy, the fabric clinging to my skin as I wrap it around myself. I hesitate for a moment, looking out into his bedroom.

The room smells like him. Cologne, wood, and something familiar. I take a step out of the bathroom, my fingers grazing the dark wood of his desk. There’s a stack of papers–some documents I can’t make out, some pens, a half–drunk cup of scotch. Was I about to be in heat again? Because that was the only time I noticed things deeply like this. Fuck.

The sheets are soft, white, too perfect. And before I know what I’m doing, my fingers trail over the comforter, and I catch myself taking the pillow he uses and bringing it to my nose,

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Chapter 258 Fantasy Damon

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knowing that it smells like him. The thought of them, of the way his scent would linger on the fabric, makes my stomach flutter.

I take a seat on his bed, my heart pounding. I imagine him here, in this space. My fingers are still slightly damp from the shower as I slide them over the comforter. I can feel him here, even though he’s not. Or was it the alcohol?

Before I know it, my head sinks into his pillow, closing my eyes as images of him flood my thoughts. His voice. The way he looks at me. I can’t stop it. I picture him standing over me, his hands on my skin, and suddenly, the tension building inside me becomes too much.

My fingers move before I can even think to stop them, slipping under the towel, tracing along my skin. Every thought pulls me deeper, his touch, the look in his eyes. I can’t think about anything else as my fingers move closer to the spot aching, begging for attention.

The pressure builds, and my body responds to the thoughts swirling in my mind.

God, how long has it been since he touched me? I was such a slut. It’s how much I can’t get enough of him for me and it pisses me off sometimes.

But the pressure is too much to ignore, and I let go, imagining him in this bed, his hands on me, his voice in my ear as I lose myself in the fantasy.

A moan spills free from my lips as I circle my clit, feeling how wet I’ve gotten from a simple fantasy. My towel pulls apart and I widen my legs, keeping my eyes closed, too focused on the pleasure curling up my spine as my fingers move faster, needing the pressure to explode.

You’re mine, Ma. His voice echoes in my head.

The line between the dream and the real blurs, and I let the moment take over, picturing his dark eyes, his deep voice pushing me further to the edge.

When I shower… and when I fuck

Oh, god, I’m gonna-

“Don’t stop.”

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