The Perfect Luna novel Chapter 34

She looked at him and he did not take his eyes off her.

Gideon cursed himself inside. She was clearly hurt but all he was thinking about now was how much he wanted her. The realisation that someone tried to kill his mate just a few minutes ago was angering him.

And also bringing him pain. He couldn’t lose her. Not like that. Not in any other way. He couldn’t lose her at all.

“Are you going to use that magical lycan healing of yours?” she taunted him with one of her brows up and a slight smile on her lips. The lips that he wanted to kiss so desperately that it was all he could think of now.

“If you will allow,” he leaned lower and touched her shoulder that was already healing slowly. It pained him that this happened on his watch. The wounds on her stomach seemed worse but blood stopped dripping already.

Gideon took the piece of fabric that was holding the dress in place and slowly moved it off her shoulder. His eyes were asking for her permission too.

“Well, it hurts,” she co.cked her head up to meet his gaze and held it until the end.

“We need to clean you up first,” he said with his hands still on her shoulders, his thumb making tiny circles on her skin.

“You are the expert in healing,” she tilted her head slightly, “I will trust you with this one.”

The lycan king lifted the girl in his arms once again and took her to the huge marble shower room. She threw her shoes away before he placed her on the cold floor as if she would break if he made the wrong move. The water switched on, the automatic tropical shower took care of them both before he even managed to warn her. And now they all were all wet. But it didn’t seem to bother them.

Standing behind her and feeling the heat that her slender body radiated, Gideon was afraid to make a wrong move. His large palms slid up her bare back, hooking the two pieces of fabric that held the whole thing together and sliding them all the way down to her waist. He could see the blood tainting water at their feet but he knew that the more he touched her, the sooner she would heal.

And he wanted to touch her badly.

Riannon was conflicted. What the hell was she doing? She did not need this. She knew very well already that no magical healing existed. So, why didn’t she tell him to leave? Why was she standing topless with her back to his chest and… wanted him to do something about it.

And yet… She did not stop him.

She felt his gentle touch on her shoulder first, as his fingers traced her wounds carefully. The wounds were healing way too fast. It was supposed to be slower. Not that she wanted to complain about it.

There were other sensations too. New. Pleasant. Alluring.

His palm moved lower, cupping her breast gently. Riannon threw her head back, resting it on the mighty chest of the lycan. His other hand took the pins out of her hair, making her blonde locks fall down her back. At the same time, his lips placed a gentle peck on her shoulder.

Her chest was going up and down as he still held her breast in one hand, tugging the n**ple between his fingers and making it firm.

“Riannon,” he muttered in her neck as he traced the line of it with his tongue. She tasted so sweet, the woman he desired more than anything. She didn’t struggle against him, she didn’t try to stop him. And he knew that he wouldn’t be able to do that himself.

His hands went down her back, he tried to find the zip of her dress unsuccessfully. So, when he gave up on that, he tore the wet fabric to relieve her of the clothes.

The woman in his hands started to breathe heavily, driving him crazy. He knew that if he made one wrong move, this magical moment between the two of them would be gone.

He tore off the piece of clothing that he had wrapped around himself, it couldn’t hide his hardness anymore anyway. Not after he had been so close to her. Not after she allowed him to touch herself that way.

He took her delicate neck in his large palm and made her turn to look at him, tracing her lower lip with his thumb.

“Are you sure you want this?” he couldn’t believe that he was asking this question now, risking her coming to her senses.

“Yes,” was all Riannon said and the next moment she felt his other hand brushing lightly all the way down her abdomen and in between her thighs, parting them slightly. He caught the hem of her lace panties and moved it slightly to give himself access to her core. Gideon teased her folds gently, probing and studying what was his from the very beginning.

He watched her gaze as he slightly moved her creases apart and thrust one finger inside of her, moving it back and forth slowly. wasting his chance.

A soft growl left the lycan king’s chest and something stirred deep inside of her soul as well.

“More,” she whispered, and he picked up the tempo in teasing her. Warmth and pleasure were building up inside of her slowly, a sweet feeling of being on the edge. She felt Gideon showering her shoulders with kisses, paying special attention to her neck.

“I want you to be mine, Riannon,” he muttered into her ear, tightening his grasp on her, “ Only mine. No one else’s.”

So did he. He was afraid to move because he lost himself just for a second there and she noticed. Did she get scared? Or maybe she was excited? He had no idea but he didn’t want to risk it, so he turned her to face him and then knelt before her, throwing her thigh over his shoulder before she managed to even say anything.

He pushed her slightly so that she leaned her back over the marble wall and only then when he made sure she was secure at all times had he dipped his head in between her legs.already started building up another. He took his time pleasing her and Riannon laced her fingers into his hair, tugging on it to make sure he wouldn’t stop.

But Gideon had no desire to stop. He loved listening to her moans and whimpers. He loved that he was the one to make her produce those sounds. He loved every moment of what they were doing.