Surrender To Us, Our Luna (One Luna, Four Alphas) novel Chapter 407

Chapter 407: 407-He Wants To Mark Me Officially

Clementine:

"Can we go and ask your grandfather about it?" I questioned, and he started picking at his lips, confused.

I remembered he had told me all of this just a few minutes earlier.

"What, do you think he won’t help us?" I asked, but he stayed silent.

At that point, I realized he probably did not know either.

"Why didn’t you accept the deal your father offered you?" I asked. "Why didn’t you take it and leave, saving yourself?" I mentioned the deal his father had made for him to leave the Academy and start over somewhere else.

The question made Ian snap his head up to look at me.

He then closed one eye, as if trying to understand me.

"Do you really think I would leave without you?" he asked. "No, Clementine. There is no starting over without you."

His words, the gentleness in them, and the affection he showed made me smile.

My smile slowly faded, though, because I was not sure we would ever get the chance to start over.

"You know what? Let’s start cleaning this part of the North," I stated.

Ian gave me a warm smile before he grabbed me by the neck, pulled me close, and pressed his lips against mine.

His lips felt cold against my warm ones. I got excited and sat in his lap, our crotches meeting.

I felt the heat emanating from his pants.

We kissed passionately, our fingers entwined in each other’s hair, savoring the taste of each other’s lips.

My hand slipped down to his pants as his hand moved to mine, pulling our pants down for easy access.

He began to rub his cock against my vagina, causing me to groan into his mouth.

Gently, he started to push it inside me, eliciting a loud yelp from my lips.

His hand then grabbed my back, massaging me.

The wooden porch creaked beneath us.

We had to keep watch of our surroundings, so we broke the kiss.

Ian bit his bottom lip, his hands gripping my flesh as they moved from my back to my thighs.

I had to remove my pants to make it easier to sit on top of him.

His hands slid along my thighs, pulling me closer.

"You’re so wet," Ian remarked in his seductive voice.

His breath tickled my ear as I clung to his shoulders, gripping his jacket tightly.

His hands slid under my shirt, caressing my bare skin as I moved my hips.

My toes curled in my shoes, my body responding to his touch.

His fingers grasped my ass, pulling me closer and increasing the pace.

His cock thrust deep and strong, the sound of our bodies meeting filling the room.

I urged him to go harder, biting his earlobe before pulling back.

He intensified his movements, running his hand through my hair and pulling my head back to expose my throat as he pounded me relentlessly.

His lips and tongue trailed up my throat, then down to my neck, leaving hickeys.

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