His Reluctant Luna novel Chapter 32

Alice -

I woke up with the morning sunlight streaming through the window. A low pain was rising in my belly. It was not hunger, though I was hungry, a different kind of desire was overpowering my need for sustenance.

"Mate! Where is our mate?" Lana hissed to me. I could feel her trying to break out. I was soon hot and sweaty. 

"Good morning sweetheart," Lucian's familiar voice made me snap.

He was walking towards me from the kitchen area, holding 2 cups of steaming coffee, He had pulled on his shorts but otherwise, he was shirtless. I stared at him hungrily. He smirked then sat down next to me, placing the cups on the side table. How was it possible to look do devilishly handsome right out of the bed? Maybe, it was because of the heat.

"How are you feeling now?" He said, tucking a damp lock of hair behind my ear. 

"It's happening again," I said breathlessly.

"I can see that," he gave a cocky grin.

"Please," I was begging again, arching back in my pillow.

"Come on sweetie, let's get you cleaned up first."

He lifted me in his arms and carried me towards the bathroom. My hands involuntarily went around his neck, and I was kissing his neck madly when a sudden spate of cold water hit me. We were in the shower cubicle.

"Can you stand?" He asked. His eyes were dazed with lust.

I nodded.

The cold water did give me some respite, but I needed release. I felt the damp wall against my back as he started kissing my lips. His one rested on the wall and the other hand grabbed my breast and gently tweaked them, rubbing my nipple with his thumb. 

"Mmm, that feels so good," I whispered.

"I aim to please," he replied smoothly.

He rummaged the bottles searching for something.

"Turn back," he commanded.

I obeyed. While the warm water streamed over my chest and cascaded down my body, his hands went to work on my head. Something about the way his strong hands ran through my hair, his fingers massaging my scalp, just made me go weak. The water continued to spray over me, and soon, I was getting rivers of bubbles in my face. Unable to withstand, even with the wonderful sensations he was giving me, I began to rinse.

I turned facing him, letting the water spray the back of my head to aid the rinsing. While my hands were busy lifting my hair, his hand slid around my waist as he stepped closer to me. With my head tilted back, he was able to plant kisses and nibble gently along my collarbone and neckline, which drove me wild.

By the time I got all the soap out of my hair, I was moaning quietly with every nipping kiss he gave me. My hands dropped around his shoulders and I held him close as he lifted his face to mine. As our mouths pressed together, our lips opened, and his tongue sought mine. After a few moments of smooth tongue dancing, he pulled back. One hand slipped up my back while the other slid up to cup a breast and his mouth returned to mine. This kiss was longer, a little more urgent. His tongue continued to slip between my lips and tangle with mine. Soon, I was returning the favour, darting mine out to touch his lips and retreat again quickly. My hands moved as well. One slid up the back of his head, my fingers curling into his hair, while the other cupped his scruffy cheek to get him close. Despite the water falling on me in the torrent, I was feeling hot. I did not care if he had marked me.

"Please......" I moaned.

His lips began skimming down. I panted into his ear when he did that and moaned quietly. This spurred him on, and he continued his oral assault on my sensitive shoulder line. His hand at my back slid down a little way and pulled me closer to him, while the fingers at my breast continued to romp over the nipple. When the peak was hard, he dropped his mouth and slowly flicked his tongue over it. This earned him a slightly louder moan and more panting. I could feel him harden between us. As he began to feast on my breast.

"Damm! I cannot take this anymore.... please." I moaned.

"Tell me what you want, baby?" He whispered huskily while his mouth was somewhere near my neck.

"Fuck me, please," I said.