I Am The Luna

Chapter 0387

“Sounds like a plan. Just try to listen when I’m explaining something?”

I scoff. “What did you say? Excuse me!”

“I’m afraid I can’t because I’m not done with you,” he whispers, suddenly hoisting me up and pushing me up against the wall behind me.

I gasp, feeling my core heat up, throbbing with desire.

“Fuck, Zade…” I breathe, cupping his neck.

“All in good time, Little Mate…” he murmurs.

Our eyes lock, my heart racing. I’ve never felt like this, never felt so frustrated at someone only to want them to fuck me the next second. To get angry, only to melt into them the very next moment.

The pull between us is driving me crazy and although there is so much we need to work on, I’m already way deep in this without even knowing how I got here or when.

He leans down, and I see his Adam’s apple bob. His gaze flickers to my lips and I lean up, meeting him halfway and kissing him passionately as pleasure courses through me.

And then we’re kissing as if we’re starved, instantly diffusing the frustration only for me to get annoyed at myself for being so easy. I twist my hand into his hair, yanking his head up as I slip my tongue into his mouth.

He frustrates me as much as he fucking turns me on.

He sucks hard, pushing me up harder against the wall and I can feel his hard cock press against my core and I moan, allowing him to release my tongue and take control.

How can someone be such a good kisser?

my skin, leaving delicious sparks in his wake. His fingers slip under my bra strap.

Fuck…

aside before

universe wants to work

+15 BONUS

always interrupted?!

stops ringing only for it to

need to put it

sucking

my breasts. before sliding my phone out

from

Atticus?

the feel of his lips on my neck and shoulder. I feel his lips tug up in what I

a few miscalls from him and Zaia… with several

“Hello, is everythin-”

Damn, are you ok?”

I’m really good,” I reply, biting back a moan as Zade sucks on my

then?” Atticus asks, his voice full of

pauses, now listening intently. “Just someone from a–a garage. Why?” I

call and I glance at it:

I ask,

news when I saw your number plate…” he trails off and the phone almost slips

Atticus continues. “It wasn’t just a normal crash Val… I’m going