I Am The Luna

14. A Bite of Chocolate or I Am The Luna Chapter 92 By Moonlight Muse

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It’s late, surely past two in the morning, yet we are both wide awake. That was… incredible…

Pleasure still courses through me at just the memory, and my cheeks burn at the memory. Sebastian is an irresistible god that I love with everything I have. I’m sitting in the warm bathtub, soaking my tired body.

Sebastian will be joining me in a few minutes. I can hear him through the open door as he strips the bedding and the thud as he flips the mattress. After that session, it was very much needed.

I blush, feeling extremely satiated despite the exhaustion that comes with it. Even though we both need sleep and would happily sink into slumber in one another’s arms, Sebastian’s suggestion to have a soak in the tub was an obvious implication that tonight is not over.

We need to talk. That is something that I know, and I hope he is ready to open up. He re- enters the bathroom, gloriously naked, holding the two glasses of wine, and the platter of chocolates and strawberries.

“I thought you might be hungry,” he says, placing the tray down on the stool beside the tub. My eyes rake over his manhood and he smirks. “Distracted?

“Maybe…” I bite my lip as he bends down, giving me a soft kiss and passing me a glass. He then gets into the tub opposite me, his strong muscular legs on either side of mine.

His eyes flicker as they rake over my breasts that are peeking out of the water and, of course, I’m going to tease him too. I brush my hair back, raising my arms as I twist it up, giving him an even better view of my breasts.

“Fuck, don’t tempt me.” He growls, making me giggle. “Is the beast not satiated?” I tease, brushing my foot along his manhood.

Oh, he’s hard again.

Mmm…

“Are you satiated?” he mocks. I roll my eyes, “I’m a woman. We aren’t as horny as men are.” I say, although I don’t believe that annoying Sebastian is an extremely fun pastime.

“We both know that’s not true. I mean, you are the one who came onto me,” he replies cockily as he raises his glass and takes a gulp. “I don’t remember that happening.” I retort, making him smirk.

“Oh? Well, I guess I really did fuck your brains out. But I won’t complain. I want you every hour of every day.”

My heart skips a beat at his words, and I brush my foot along his balls.

“I’ll let you win this round.”

“Let me win? I think I won,” he replies. I’ve missed this. “Things are different this time, aren’t they? I mean, between us, although it’s still us.” I muse.

have always loved you, Zaia. But there was definitely a lack of proper communication. My fault for trying to handle everything… and

agree, so let’s make sure communication is always key,” I murmur as he reaches over, picking up a strawberry and

them, I bite into it slowly, watching his gaze linger on my lips before he feeds me the rest of the

my wolf. In fact, not only did I

you doing out there alone? Why were the

can handle myself, Sebastian, this is what always happens. Just

frowning deeply and I really don’t want to be harsh, but I

tone is as gentle as possible yet

point, where you

“I’m not mad. I’m simply wondering why you would be out there

have done countless times, but because you’re a man, it’s ok

shouldn’t

worry. You are allowed to worry. I mean, I worry about you, but you wouldn’t stop risking your

we just agree to disagree on this? I will always worry about you, regardless of whether you’re capable of handling yourself

trying. I can tell that as much as he’s frowning, he’s controlling

settle for that,” I say, placing my hand on his knee

will ever happen to you.” “It won’t,” I

what happened?” he asks, his eyes

I have a meeting with them tomorrow. They aren’t feral. Clearly just more in touch with their wolves than the majority of us. They knew about you and consider most of us pathetic excuses

pondering over something, “A meeting? Did you consider the possibility it could be a trap? They

reply firmly. “Have you ever considered that perhaps they are already part of the Sable? Trust

words send a shiver down my spine, but I don’t want to believe

and see if I

eyes meet and the chilling reminder of our destinies returns to the forefront of my mind, and I look

I correct

respond, but why do I feel like he

repeats, glancing over at his

it, downing it in one go before placing it on the floor beside the tub. Got to love

him. There are emotions in his eyes that I can’t read

“Hey…”

did you figure it out?” he asks, now turning his brilliant blue eyes back on

“Figure what out?”

smart woman, Zaia. Surely you know

He knows too….

reinforced that theory, but it doesn’t mean anything. It’s

strand of wet hair from my face before cupping my face and kissing my forehead softly. His actions are confusing me. Why is he so

him curiously. “It wasn’t hard, especially when you do the math. Somehow… I now