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

Fuck…

aside before he kisses my neck when my

it,” I whisper. The entire damn universe

+15 BONUS

always

stops ringing only for it to start ringing the

put it on

my neck, nibbling on the tender skin before sucking hard, a sting of pain and pleasure dancing through

murmurs huskily, his hands squeezing my breasts. before sliding my phone out of my pocket and passing

from him as it rings

Atticus?

enjoying the feel of his lips on my neck and shoulder. I feel his lips

miscalls from him

“Hello, is everythin-”

ok?” Atticus’s voice

good,” I reply, biting back a moan as Zade sucks on

going on, then?” Atticus asks, his voice full of worry.

intently. “Just someone from a–a garage. Why?” I ask.

call and I glance at it:

on Atticus?” I ask, my heart racing.

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

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