I Am The Luna

ZAIA. I’m blanketed in warmth, and I snuggle against the firm chest in front of me, biting my lip when I feel something hard poking my stomach. My core clenches and I arch my back, wanting something between my thighs…

A deep husky growl rumbles in the chest before me and I let out a moan when a pair of lips touch my neck. Oh, fuck yes…

I gasp in pleasure as they suck on my neck, his cock throbbing against my stomach, when I suddenly freeze, my eyes snapping open. What am I doing?

“Sebastian…” Only it comes out as a horny moan. “Fuck…” He growls, his hand raking down my bare back, my hardened nipples press against his chest and my heart thumps as I realise my dress is not covering my breasts at all having moved out of position whilst I slept.

I love the way his body feels against mine, the promise of what he has to offer, the tantalising throb of his manhood that is standing to attention, ready to be played with and pleasured by. We can’t do this again…

“Sebastian, I have to go,” I say quietly, “I gently combing my fingers through the back of his hair. I bite back a moan as I shy away from his touch.

He tenses as if just realising the situation we’re in. He moves back slowly, grunting slightly as he rolls onto his back, and I quickly fix my dress, covering my breasts as I sit up. How did I even get into his arms again?

I glance over at him, not knowing what to say, and realise his eyes are closed, one arm resting on his forehead. He looks a little healthier today. I’m giving him mixed signals. I can’t fault him for his reaction…

I don’t know what to say and glance at the bathroom. “Do you need any help?” I ask quietly. “Nothing you can help me with,” he responds quietly.

“Ok, I’ll see you soon,” I say. I slide off the bed and rush to the door as fast as I can without breaking into an actual run.

He doesn’t respond and I pause, glancing back at him to see him lower his pants. My stomach flutters, and desire rushes through me as he pulls out his hard shaft. “Close the door on your way out.” He says arrogantly, as he shamelessly runs his hand down his shaft.

My pussy clenches as my eyes dip to his manhood, and it takes all my willpower to turn away and walk out of that room with burning cheeks and a pounding heart.

groan escape from him, my own body aching for a release that

remove that image of him stroking his dick from my mind. The urge to get down on my knees and

Fuck… Focus Zaia!

Zaia!” I look up from where I am styling Sia’s hair into two piggy tails when Jai pops his head in, his eyes are

his cock. “Just now, Melanie asked if I could take him breakfast.” He says, grinning. I can’t help but smile back. He reminds

Bastien is healing.” I say, glancing out at the sky before

are looking up. “Yes! Damn, yeah, we got this.”

her cute little voice. “Because those ill people are getting better,” Zion answers for me

you guys have met Aunty Valerie today I want you to meet our other

curious about

over to me. I look them both over, both a mix of Sebastian and I, our little

little white lace dress with black collars and cuffs and two pearl buttons

white T-shirt with a wolf on it, black jeans, and black boots. I brush his black hair back and look into those

I suggest, wrapping my arms around their waists. I hoist them up, making Zion chuckle

as I spin around once making them both laugh before I place them both on the sofa and sit on the ground in front of them, crossing my legs. “Now

tugging

talk,” Zion says, crossing his arms as he observes me. “Well, this is important,” I say softly, with a warm smile. “It’s about the man. “Yes, I ask who he is already, and you always don’t answer.”

hands in mine. I need them to know who he is before I take them into that room, but I never realised

“Well, that’s because it was a surprise.” I begin quietly looking at Sia, her grey eyes filled with curiosity as she tilts

am. Zion’s face instantly changes to a deep thoughtful frown, whilst Sia stares at me, her eyes large and soon they begin to

speak. I nod, my own chest tightening with too many emotions. They exchange looks, and Sia’s lips quiver before she buries her face in her hands and begins crying. “I have a Daddy.” She whispers in a pitiful

you do, baby,” I whisper, rubbing her back as I look at Zion, who

snapping out of his trance before punching his thigh.

He doesn’t answer, jumping off the sofa and running

the room. Zion is already at Sebastian’s door, knocking on it by the time I reach