The Perfect Luna by Marissa Gilbert

Chapter 34. Shower

She looked at him and he did not take his eyes off her.

Gideon cursed himself inside. She was clearly hurt but all he was thinking about now was how much he wanted her. The realisation that someone tried to kill his mate just a few minutes

ago was angering him.

And also bringing him pain. He couldn’t lose her. Not like that. Not in any other way. He couldn’t lose her at all.

“Are you going to use that magical lycan healing of yours?” she taunted him with one of

her brows up and a slight smile on her lips. The lips that he wanted to kiss so desperately that

it was all he could think of now.

“If you will allow,” he leaned lower and touched her shoulder that was already healing slowly. It pained him that this happened on his watch. The wounds on her stomach seemed worse but blood stopped dripping already.

Gideon took the piece of fabric that was holding the dress in place and slowly moved it off her shoulder. His eyes were asking for her permission too.

“Well, it hurts,” she co.cked her head up to meet his gaze and held it until the end.

“We need to clean you up first,” he said with his hands still on her shoulders, his thumb making tiny circles on her skin.

“You are the expert in healing,” she tilted her head slightly, “I will trust you with this one.”

The lycan king lifted the girl in his arms once again and took her to the huge marble

shower room. She threw her shoes away before he placed her on the cold floor as if she would

break if he made the wrong move. The water switched on, the automatic tropical shower took care of them both before he even managed to warn her. And now they all were all wet. But it didn’t seem to bother them.

Standing behind her and feeling the heat that her slender body radiated, Gideon was afraid to make a wrong move. His large palms slid up her bare back, hooking the two pieces of fabric that held the whole thing together and sliding them all the way down to her waist. He could see the blood tainting water at their feet but he knew that the more he touched her, the

sooner she would heal.

And he wanted to touch her badly.

Riannon was conflicted. What the hell was she doing? She did not need this. She knew very well already that no magical healing existed. So, why didn’t she tell him to leave? Why was

she standing topless with her back to his chest and… wanted him to do something about it.

And yet… She did not stop him.

gentle touch on her shoulder first, as his fingers traced her wounds carefully. The wounds were healing way too fast. It was supposed

complain about it.

sensations too.

palm moved lower, cupping her breast gently.

other hand took the pins out of her hair,

her back. At the same time, his

shoulder.

was going up and down as he still held her breast in one hand, tugging the n**ple

woman he desired more than anything. She didn’t struggle against him, she didn’t try to stop him. And he knew

her dress unsuccessfully. So, when he gave up on that, he tore the wet fabric to

breathe heavily, driving him crazy. He knew that if he made one wrong move, this magical

he had wrapped around himself,

he had been so close

touch herself that way.

her delicate neck in his large palm and made her

lip with

he couldn’t

her coming to

the next moment she felt his other hand brushing lightly all the way down her abdomen and in between her thighs, parting them slightly. He caught the

watched her gaze as he slightly moved her creases apart and thrust one finger inside of her, moving it back and forth

wasting his chance.

because never

so close

eyes because it felt so good. It wasn’t like he

before, but it was the way he did it… As if she was the most precious thing to

he made her feel about

was bringing her tiny

her, deepening the kiss at the same time. Ria moaned into his mouth as drops of water were falling all over

chest and

well.

building up

her shoulders with kisses, paying

be mine, Riannon,” he muttered into her ear, tightening his

the same time as the cli.max rippled through her body, as she clenched again and again on his fingers. Ria threw her head back and relaxed into his chest as he held her tight, not letting her fall down

hot breath right on her neck, where her mark was. Even in spite of water pouring over their heads. His canines grazed over her skin, pressing into it softly

froze.

move because he lost himself just for a second there and she noticed. Did she get scared? Or maybe she was excited? He had no idea but he didn’t want to

fierce lycan king and he never knelt in his life. Until today. His mate was the only one who would ever receive the honour of