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.

fault for trying to handle everything… and yours for always pushing

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

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

statement from moments earlier. “I wanted to tell you, I shifted into my wolf. In fact, not only did I

sharply. “What were you doing out there alone? Why were

finish,” I say, exhaling in frustration. “I can handle

to be harsh, but

you to be overprotective of me all the time, ok?” My tone is as gentle as possible yet

always hit this… this point,

simply wondering why you would be

done countless

I shouldn’t worry,” he replies coldly and places his empty glass down and I

you wouldn’t stop risking your life just because it worries me. I just mean, why the

we just agree to disagree on this? I will always worry about you, regardless of whether

that as much as he’s

can settle for that,” I say, placing my hand on his knee which is slightly raised. “Thank you for

nothing will ever happen to you.” “It won’t,”

he asks,

feral. Clearly just more in touch with their wolves than the majority of us. They knew about you

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

What will they get out of that? I want them on my side, Sebastian.” I reply firmly.

my spine, but I don’t

this a chance and see if

emotion in his eyes. Our eyes meet and the chilling reminder of our destinies returns to the forefront of

side.” I

do I feel like he

glancing over at

mine. He takes it, downing it in one go before placing it on the floor beside the

look up at him. There are emotions in his eyes that I can’t read as

“Hey…”

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

“Figure what out?”

a smart woman, Zaia. Surely you know what I

He knows too….

and something your dad said only reinforced that theory, but it doesn’t mean anything. It’s clear they want us

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

hard, especially