I Am The Luna

I Am The Luna by Moonlight Muse Chapter 43 Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

Chapter 43 A Little Play

She groans, her lips parted as I thrust into her slow, yet hard. Each thrust makes her sigh in satisfaction. Her eyes filled with lust and pleasure, and I claim her lips in another kiss as I speed up, feeling her walls tighten around me.

“Sebastian…” she whimpers as I pull her back onto her knees, one hand cupping her neck, slipping my thumb into her mouth, whilst playing with her ample breasts with the other hand. She gasps as I bury myself deeper into her, wanting her to take me entirely.

“Breathe…” I growl in her ear, before I wrap my hand around her throat, sucking hard on the corner of her neck.

Her entire body tenses, and I slam into her again, rougher and harder, tightening my hold on her neck as she comes undone. Her entire body tenses as her orgasm hits her, her body arching.

“Bastian… fuck!” she gasps, her head tilts back, her eyes fluttering shut as I chase my own release, pleasure erupts through, and my mind goes blank as we both drop onto the bed and I pull out of her making her gasp.

A thin layer of sweat covers our bodies, and I wrap my arms around her from behind, pulling her body against mine.

Her heart is pounding, as is my own, both of us breathing hard. That felt so good… the satisfaction of having sex with her. She’s as good as I remember, or even better. I missed her…

There were women in my life before her, one- night hookups, a quick fuck when you need it… 1

But ever since I tasted her for the first time, there was no way I could have another. I knew she was the endgame. I press my lips against the back of her shoulder softly, not knowing what she’ll do next.

She tenses slightly beneath my touch. We’re both processing what just happened and… as much as I loved fucking her hard and fast, I wish it wasn’t over so soon…

She takes a shaky breath, placing her hand over mine and removing it from her waist.

I watch as she slowly turns over, shuffling away from me, but I admit I’m surprised she hasn’t gotten up from the bed and tried to run away already.

Once there’s at least a foot or so between us, she looks up at me with that gorgeous after-s3x glow lighting up her face. Her cheeks are flushed, and her lips are sore, and it only makes her look even more fuckable.

The urge to claim them in another passionate kiss entices me, but I also know that’s me pushing my luck…

She covers her breasts with her arms, and I find myself hardening at the site of her naked body once again…, my eyes dipping to her pussy. A thin strip of hair runs down the centre of her pubic area. Her smooth creamy skin is covered with red marks where I had gripped her tightly and there are plenty of hickeys tainting her skin. A canvas I painted tonight…

She’s a work of art, one I love to admire…

I almost swear when I see my cum staining her inner thighs as she squeezes her legs tighter together under my gaze. My eyes flicker silver before they snap up to hers.

“What happened tonight… we pretend it never happened.” She says quietly. Her words sting, but I give her a small nod.

“Sure, I’ll try…”

It’s not easy to simply forget something like that happened…

I know I fucked up, but we just made this entire thing a whole lot messier. There is no way I’ll be able to forget about what happened or not think about it. She looks down, and I know she’s conflicted…

“Zaia…”

She looks up slowly, hugging herself as she sits up, wincing. I frown, getting off the bed and walking across the room. I pick up my shirt and wrap it around her shoulders.

Her heart thuds as she looks up at me before her eyes instantly drop to my cock, which is pretty much level with her face right now, making her gasp. I raise an eyebrow as she turns her head away when I crouch down in front of her and cup her face.

“Look at me.” She obeys, and I stroke her cheek.

“It’s ok to want some action in your life and I won’t deny that I’m happy it was me and not someone else. Although half the time I think you were digging your nails in on purpose…” I tease, showing her the scratches that cover my arms and shoulders. She blushes, and I know she didn’t realise.

“Obviously.” She lies with a frown. “You’re just a wuss who can’t handle a strong woman.” She retorts. I smirk, but I’m glad she’s not shutting me off entirely.

“One day I hope I can… Regarding that project, the ball is in your court. If you want me on I the project I’m there, if not… just take care of yourself. Whatever you choose, I’ll be fine with it.”

No, I won’t. That man makes me fucking sick, but hopefully, with that broken jaw, he’ll be out of the game for a while. My team was already trying to clear my mess up.

“I should hope so… but you know you acted recklessly. Sure, none of the others there were werewolves, but news gets around Bastien. We need to be careful, we don’t want that getting back to whoever is trying to hurt us.” She whispers, but my mind is stuck on what she just called me…

I can’t help but smirk as I give her a nod of agreement, which only makes her frown. “That’s why I repeatedly tell you I need you. I don’t really think with my mind but my emotions. You were my voice of reason.”

She rolls her eyes. “The only problem is… you need to share things with me before acting on your emotions then. Don’t make excuses.” She scolds lightly, leaning forward. Her breasts capture my attention and I close my eyes, exhaling, trying to focus before I look into her eyes.

“I agree and I know I fucked up, but that’s why I’m here tonight. I wanted to fix it and tell you why.” She crosses her arms. “You should do that before going all Alpha male on me.”

“You mean the sex? Does that mean that could happen again?” I ask arrogantly, although I know she meant before I intervened.

She lets out a chuckle. “Are you serious? No, that won’t happen again.” She says, shaking her head as she smiles, and I tilt my head.

“Did you just laugh?” Her eyes widen, her smile vanishing before she pouts and shakes her head. “That was a…

sarcastic… scoff.” “Oh yeah? Then how about this?” I say as I suddenly grab her waist and began tickling her.

She lets out a shriek of laughter before clamping her mouth shut as she tries to control her laughter as she wriggles in my hold.

“Sebastian, someone will hear us!” she hisses, between giggles. The shirt falls open and neither of us seems to care.

“Then you better keep it down,” I whisper, “Bastien!”

“That counts for a laugh, then?” I question as she pushes me, and we both tumble onto the floor.

“No, it doesn’t- ah!” she giggles breathlessly when suddenly there’s a knock on the door and we both freeze.

“Zaia, are you alright?” Hugh’s voice comes. We both stare at one another and Zaia takes a breath, her heart thumping.

“Watching a movie, Dad.” She says lightly. “Oh. that makes sense. Well good night, I am off to bed.”

“Good night!” She calls before placing her hand on her mouth, waiting for him to walk off before she begins laughing.

“That just gave me major Déjà vu and not in a good way,” L-mutter, remembering when we first found out we were mates, and her father didn’t want us together.

She nods as she sits up. “You used to always sneak in.” She says, clutching my shirt around her once again.

I place one arm under my head as I look at her. I miss this so damn much…

My smirk fades as I reach up with my other hand and caress her cheek. “I’m sorry.”

“For?” “A lot of things… but this one is for drowning myself in work all the time… Especially for the last two years of our married life… The expectations that were set upon me. The need to prove I’m better

drove me harder into my work, yet you never complained… I lost sight of what should have truly been my priority. I’m sorry.”

Her eyes soften as she looks at me, her head tilted to the side, at some point her hair’s completely come undone and it cascades over her shoulder.

“Don’t be, you never neglected me I was happy, Sebastian… I thought we were happy.”

I sit up, “We were.” I say quietly. She moves her legs, tucking them to the side and I hope she doesn’t leave, and I don’t want this moment to end…

“Put some clothes on.” She scolds me, her gaze dipping to my cock again. I cock a brow. “I don’t mind being naked,” I reply arrogantly. She frowns when I tilt my head. “So, I made you laugh. What’s my prize?”

She looks up, her eyes softening, her heart thumping, and I wonder what’s on her mind when she looks down as she gets to her feet, stumbling slightly. 2

Ah, so that’s why she didn’t run away straight away…

Guess that was a good hard fuck. She turns her back on me, clutching my shirt to her chest, but from this angle, I can see her sexy ass oh so perfectly. But it’s the words she speaks that shake me to the core…

“I… I want the children to meet you… and you, them.”