I Am The Luna

12. A Moment with Family or I Am The Luna Chapter 90 By Moonlight Muse

SEBASTIAN. The need for her is clouding my mind. I want her, want to taste every inch of her, kiss every part of her… devour her…

I bite back a groan as I squeeze her ass. How is she seducing me like a siren? Every wriggle, every movement, every breathless moan that leaves her only tempts me further. Luring me to a place in my mind that I cannot regain control of.

I massage her breasts, my cock straining in my pants, and wanting nothing more than to be buried inside of her; pounding her hard as I tug on those silky red locks. “Bastien…” she whimpers erotically, although she’s gently pulling back.

Her cheeks are flushed as she looks up at me through her lashes. She’s a s3xy little minx and the lust and love in her eyes is only pulling me deeper. She could ask me to walk off a plank right now and I would…

“You are tempting me further, Foxie… those eyes and these lips are my undoing.” I purr deeply, my voice a deep rumble in my throat as I run my thumb over her s3xy red lips. I’m rewarded with a delicious erotic moan.

She parts them slightly and wraps them around my thumb, twirling her tongue around it and making me throb hard. “Your behaviour isn’t helping,” I growl, pressing my body fully against her so she can feel how hard I am.

Her eyes flutter shut for a moment, and she lets out a shaky breath. I brush my nose down her neck, inhaling her scent. “I hope you are well rested because I don’t plan on sleeping tonight.”

“I can’t wait,” she whispers, arching her back as she presses herself fully against me. Reaching up she cups my face and the lust in her eyes is clear, but the concern that replaces it is not something I wish to see. “I’m glad you’re home.”

“Why are you worried?” I ask quietly. She smiles and shakes her head. “I just am,” she says, placing her hand on my abs and resting her head against my chest. She wants us to be honest… but will she tell me what’s worrying her?

“Sebastian! Zaia! You can make me more grandchildren later. Come join us!” Mom’s voice comes, making me narrow my eyes.

“How do you make children?” Zion asks curiously. “I don’t think we need more babies.” “We’re coming!” Zaia calls making me sigh internally. She really stepped into that one. As if on cue, Jai’s laughter reaches us, making Zaia’s eyes widen as she realises what she’s just said.

you?”

I mock as she’s about to walk off,

I say, pressing my lips to hers. She kisses me back softly, her heart thumping,

chest. “And?” she pushes. Our eyes meet and I smirk. “You know I always have and always will

leads the way to the dining area. I place my finger to my lips as I admire that booty. I close the gap between us, falling

exchange looks and Zaia blushes as she sits down beside me, and I instantly put my

cheeks still pink. Mom smiles

firmly adds with a smile. “I am in a hurry to eat because then we can have dessert. There’s

until Zaia began cooking for me. I remember those days. I really did take

for Sia and me, whilst Mom dishes up for Zion. She’s made a variety of dishes and only now do I

was expecting a welcome. That’s just who she is. Jai

and this meal, which smells good, sure made it worth the wait. I place two chicken drumsticks on her plate, and then on my own before adding the pie, and she smiles up at me. ‘Thank you,’ she says through the

steak, roasted potato, chilli con carne and there’s vegetable

watching the kids tuck into their chicken happily. I look down at Sia. She’s a lot smaller than

him, yet he had no remorse and still tried to kill my children… I want him dead. But right

picks up

dirty face, and I wouldn’t care,” I tell her quietly, making her giggle and nod. I caress the

The antidote…

“Bastien?”

with concern, her hand resting on top of mine on her leg. “Yes?” I answer, pushing my thoughts away and

“Is everything ok?”

at her. As expected, she smiles softly and relaxes. She doesn’t need to worry about my problems. “The food is delicious, by the way.” I compliment, taking a bite of my pie.

there as we eat, enjoying

to force Mom to leave. If Dad figures out where she is it would just be more drama. She leaves reluctantly, begging to be able to see the kids

in a short span of time and make you wish that you don’t have to see her for at least a