Luna Forsaken (Arya and James) novel Chapter 177

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Arya’s POV

The dim light in the room cast long shadows across the stone walls, making the space

feel even smaller, more confining. I leaned against the rough surface, my body heavy with exhaustion, every muscle aching from the day’s endless negotiations and the

weight of secrets I carried like chains. Lev stood across from me, his presence filling the room, commanding it without a word. His eyes, sharp and unyielding, pinned me in place. I hated how he could do that, strip me bare with a glance, make me feel

vulnerable when I needed to be armored.

He stepped closer, the air between us thickening. ‘Admit it, Arya,’ he said, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through me. ‘You want me to let you go. Say it, and I’ll walk out

that door right now.’

My throat tightened. The words stuck there, tangled in the mess of desire and fear twisting inside me. I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. His smirk was predatory, knowing. He closed the distance in one stride, his hand cupping my chin, tilting my face

up to meet his gaze.

Before I could protest, his lips crashed into mine. The kiss was brutal, intense, a storm of heat and demand that shattered my resistance. His mouth moved against mine with raw hunger, tongue forcing its way past my lips to claim every inch. I gasped, the sound swallowed by him as he sucked on my tongue, hard and insistent, sending sparks straight to my core. My hands fisted in his shirt, pulling him closer even as my mind

screamed to push away.

He pressed his body flush against mine, pinning me to the wall. The hard length of his cock ground into my hip through his pants, thick and insistent, making my pussy clench with sudden need. His fingers tangled in my hair, yanking my head back to deepen the kiss, his teeth grazing my lower lip before biting down just enough to sting. I moaned into his mouth, the vibration making him growl, a deep, primal sound that rumbled through his chest into mine.

Our tongues slid together, wet and frantic, saliva mixing as he devoured me. He tasted like smoke and power, and I couldn’t get enough, licking back, sucking on his tongue, matching his ferocity. My nipples peaked under my dress, rubbing against the fabric with every arch of my body into him. Heat flooded between my thighs, my pussy growing

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slick, aching for touch.

Lev broke the kiss only to trail his lips down my jaw, nipping at the skin with controlled

roughness. His breath was hot against my neck as he reached the scarred mark there, a

jagged reminder of old pain, shame, and rage. He paused, his tongue flicking out to trace

the raised edges, sending shivers racing down my spine. ‘This doesn’t define you,’ he

murmured, his voice rough with restraint. ‘Not to me.’ Then he sucked on the scar, hard

enough to mark it anew with his mouth, turning my past torment into something electric,

alive with desire.

I whimpered, my hands sliding up his back, nails digging into the muscle there. The

sensation twisted something deep inside me, blending the ache of memory with the fire

he ignited. He lifted his head, eyes dark with lust, and captured my mouth again, slower

this time but no less intense. His tongue stroked deep, mimicking the thrust I craved,

while one hand slid down my side, gripping my waist possessively.

‘I want to peel this dress off you,’ he whispered against my lips, his fingers toying with

the laces at my back. ‘Slowly. Watch every inch of your skin come bare for me. But not

here, not fully. Outside this room, we wait. We play the game.’ His words were a

promise and a warning, his touch igniting me even as he held back.

The recklessness surged through me like wildfire. I surged up, kissing him fiercely, my

tongue plunging into his mouth to taste him, to demand more. He groaned, the sound

vibrating against my lips as he kissed me back with equal force, his hands roaming now,

cupping my ass, squeezing the flesh through the thin fabric of my dress. I ground against

him, feeling his cock twitch, hard and throbbing against my belly.

His mouth left mine to blaze a path along my jaw, then to my ear, where he sucked on

the lobe, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin. ‘You tremble for me,’ he breathed, his voice

husky. ‘Let me feel how much.’ One hand slipped between us, bunching up the skirt of

my dress, his fingers brushing the bare skin of my thigh. I parted my legs instinctively.

heat pulsing in my pussy, wetness soaking my thighs.

He touched me there, fingers sliding over my slick folds, parting them with ease. ‘Fuck,

Arya, you’re drenched,’ he growled, circling my clit with his thumb in firm, deliberate

strokes. I bucked against his hand, a sharp cry escaping my lips as pleasure jolted

through me. His mouth returned to my neck, kissing and sucking possessively while his

middle finger dipped lower, pushing inside my pussy.

He thrust it deep, curling to stroke that spot that made my vision blur. I clutched his

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shoulders, my body arching off the wall as he finger-fucked me, slow at first, building

the rhythm. His thumb kept working my clit, rubbing in tight circles that had my hips

rolling shamelessly. ‘That’s it,’ he murmured against my skin, adding a second finger,

stretching me, the wet sounds of my pussy taking him filling the room.

The intensity built fast, his kisses turning frantic again, mouth claiming mine as he

pumped his fingers harder, faster. Our tongues tangled in a messy, heated dance, teeth

clashing as I moaned into him. My walls clenched around his fingers, the pressure coiling

tight in my core. He ground his palm against my clit with each thrust, his free hand

pinning my hip to the wall, controlling every movement.

I was lost in it, the slick slide of his fingers inside me, the way he filled me just enough to

tease, the heat of his body pressing me down. My orgasm hit like a wave, crashing over

me without mercy. My pussy spasmed around his fingers, juices flooding out as I came hard, crying out into his kiss. Waves of ecstasy ripped through me, my thighs trembling, body shuddering against him as he kept thrusting, drawing it out until I was gasping, oversensitive and spent.

He slowed his fingers, easing me through the aftershocks, his mouth softening on mine, kisses turning gentle, almost reverent. But the fire still simmered, his cock straining against me, a reminder of what he held back. He withdrew his fingers slowly, bringing them to his lips to lick them clean, his eyes locked on mine, dark with unspent need.

I sagged against the wall, chest heaving, my dress dishevelled, thighs slick with my release. The room spun a little, the dim light blurring at the edges. Lev stayed close, his forehead resting against mine, both of us breathing heavily. His restraint was palpable, a taut wire ready to snap, but he didn’t push for more. Instead, he cupped my face, thumbs brushing my flushed cheeks.

“You’re feeling this,” he said softly, his voice rough from the effort of control. “Not falling apart. Stay with me here, Arya. Don’t think too far ahead.”

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