Claiming His Luna

Cercei’s POV

This isn’t the first time we had sex, but it feels more intense than the first time we did it. This one is just full of longing and desire, hungry and intense. His every move makes my inside scream and begs as the pleasure intensifies. I am becoming the demon, and it’s because of this man.

I was panting and moaning loud when his hand freed my other breast and slowly caressed my lower abdomen. Our kisses started to get wild and hungry, especially when he plunged two fingers into my wet folds.

He groaned, talking between our tangled tongues, “You’re dripping wet.”Owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

“Ah… ahh…more,” I groaned when he slowed down, and I didn’t want him to stop.

“Do you still hate me now, hm?” He asked grimly while his other hand smoothly pulled down my panties.

I was on the verge of my orgasm, and he hadn’t even touched my skin yet! And when he found my pearls, I closed my eyes in pleasure. My nails are buried in his back as I embrace the heavenly sensation of this unnamed feeling!

He cursed near my ear when he felt me shaking while his fingers slid in and out of my wet core.

He knew damn well his effect on me, and he brought my walls fully wrapped his fingers tightly.

“Y-yes. More…. Ah,” I let out a long moan again, it didn’t sound hateful at all. Not even a slightest. His wild invasion totally took me away.

Once more, I find myself in this regrettable situation. Most people stumble into foolish acts when under the influence of alcohol, but here I am, undertaking what they dub the ‘walk of shame,’ despite abstaining from such indulgences.

I just slept with my mother’s kidnapper. My own foolishness astounds me. This isn’t the first instance that I was yielding to temptation, though I had foolishly hoped there wouldn’t be a second time.

What is it about him that fascinates me so much? His scent possesses an inexplicable allure, drawing me in like a mesmerising enchantment.

As if my situation weren’t foolish enough, I find myself torn between conflicting emotions. Part of me wishes to regret my actions, but if I’m honest with myself, deep inside, I know I don’t. It’s perplexing, to say the least. No wonder countless women are enamoured by him, as he possesses an undeniable expertise in bed. Even thinking about it makes my cheeks flush, and I can’t help but wonder why such naughty thoughts are consuming my mind.

We are currently in his bedroom. We kinda did a little continuation in his room. I am fully naked, and his hands roam all over my body. I could barely breathe.

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I gingerly tried to release myself from his grasp, but he stirred slightly, causing me to retreat instinctively. I nervously bit my lip, not wanting to wake him up. How could I face him now? Just an hour ago, I stormed into his study with a gun, and now I found myself in his bed, my body sore from our encounter.

Clutching the blanket around me, as my clothes had been torn, I carefully moved toward the door, hoping to make a swift exit without any further embarrassment. My heart pounded in my chest as he shifted again, and I froze, fearing that he might wake up at any moment.

Silently, I reached the door, only to find it frustratingly locked. I twisted the doorknob harder, but it refused to budge. Panic started to set in as I realised there was no key, and it appeared that the door could only be opened with a fingerprint and password, likely something only Lucian possessed.

Darn it, I was trapped! I twisted it back and forth in frustration.

“You are not leaving me again,” his hoarse voice echoed from behind me, making me jump in surprise. He must have been awake and overheard my failed escape attempt. I turned to face him, his half-closed eyes adding an alluring quality to his hoarse morning voice.

I cleared my throat, attempting to regain some composure.

“Open this door, I want to leave,” I demanded, trying to mask my nervousness.

Ignoring my request, he patted the space beside him and spoke in a seductive tone, “Come here.”

Determined not to be swayed, I repeated my demand, “Open this door, Lucian.”

“Lay with me, please,” he pleaded with me to lie with him as he looked straight into my eyes. I found myself melting at the sound of his voice, just like ice cream on a warm day. I walked toward him without any resistance, bewildered by the power he seemed to hold over me.

“Open the door,” I insisted, crossing my arms, standing beside him as he lay down. Suddenly, he pulled me toward him, causing me to lose my balance and end up on top of him.

“Let me go!” I squirmed, but his grip was firm.

“Just one second,” he whispered, his eyes closed. I could see his fatigue, not just from the previous night’s activities but from the weight of his responsibilities. Being powerful and wealthy seemed to take its toll on him, especially with his severe pursuit of revenge. I doubted he was getting enough rest.

Yet, even during his weariness, he remained strikingly handsome. Nothing could diminish his charm. His morning stubble made him look even more masculine and incredibly attractive.

Reluctantly, I ceased my struggles and allowed him to embrace me. I had to admit his warmth felt like home, and his morning scent was so captivating that I didn’t want to leave.

At this moment, I wished for time to stand still so that we could stay like this forever.

“Are you hungry?” he asked, and I nodded. He kissed my forehead tenderly.

“I’ll have breakfast delivered here,” he said, reaching for a small button on his bedside table.

“I’m sore,” I complained in a small voice. His chuckle only made me want to hear more of his morning voice, husky and alluring.

“Stop laughing. This is your fault,” I playfully slapped his strong arm, and he tightened his hold, planting another gentle kiss on my head.

“I’m sorry. I just missed you so much,” he murmured softly, causing me to smile. It was all so confusing but in a strangely wonderful way.

“I missed you too,” I found myself confessing without reservation.

Just then, breakfast arrived, and we shared a meal together on his bed.

I couldn’t deny how much I had longed for him, even if I tried to resist. The truth was, I didn’t hate him, and I never could.

His smile had a hold on me like a vice grip, and seeing it on his face after so long warmed my heart.

As much as he wanted me to stay longer, I knew he had important work to attend to. So, I eventually left his room, though his smile continued to linger in my thoughts.

Back in my own room, the smile on my face refused to fade, and just the memory of last night’s events was enough to make me blush.