Page 71 of My Only Luna

“Elijah!”

“Let me at least carry you to the bed, Kitten.”

Scarlett looks around, her breath hitching when she sees the candles that are arranged around the room, the flower petals that litter the floor and are scattered around the table. She sees the huge bouquet of red roses that sit on the table next to the bed and a tray containing wine and a platter of chocolates. She looks back at me.

“You did this for me…” she whispers. It’s not a question, but a statement.

“Obviously, it definitely wasn’t for me,” I joke, placing her on the bed. Her heart skips a beat as she rolls her eyes, admiring the set-up.

“Thank you,” she says softly, tugging me close. I allow her to pull me closer as I reach for the chocolates, taking a piece without removing my eyes from her.

I slowly place it to her lips as her head touches the pillows beneath her and she takes it between her lips. Leaning over, I press my lips against hers, wrapping my lips around the chocolate and slowly bite into it, taking half the chocolate and then we’re kissing passionately.

The sweetness of her mouth mixed with the rich taste of hazelnut chocolate consumes me. Her heart is pounding, hereyes full of intense emotion. I kiss her slowly down her neck, my hands finding the zipper on her dress. Pulling it down, I slip the dress off her shoulders. Scarlett sits up, tugging at the buttons on my shirt before she tears it off instead. I smirk.

“Impatient I see. That was pretty hot though,” I tease, watching her dress slide off her breasts. I cup them, taking one in my mouth. I lick and suck on her nipple. She moans, lost completely in my touch.

I tug her dress off, leaving her in her heels and tiny sexy underwear. I swear as I admire her pussy through the sheer fabric, her arousal messing with my senses.

Fuck, does she look incredible.

I kiss her down her stomach, making my way to her core, but rather than giving her what she wants, I kiss and nip her inner thighs, inhaling her scent as my own hard-on strains against my pants.

“Don’t tease, Elijah,” she whimpers as she parts her legs, wanting me to touch her where she aches the most. I smirk as I brush my nose along her underwear.

“Patience, my temptress…” I murmur. Flipping her over, I pepper her back with kisses. Moving back, I strip off my pants and boxers and press my cock between her ass, making her moan breathily.

A low growl escapes me as pleasure rushes through my body and I reach around, playing with her breasts as I kiss and suck on her neck.

She’s mine. I still can’t wrap my head around it. She’s fucking mine.

“Elijah, fuck me,” she moans, turning her head to look at me, desperation clear in her voice.

Sparks dance between us, and my wolf prowls in my mind, wanting to claim her officially.

I kiss her lips passionately before moving back and flipping her on top of me. She is about to grind against my dick, but I lift her up onto my face, making her blush, although it only lasts a second because the moment I push her underwear aside, and flick my tongue along her soaking slit, she’s drowning in pure bliss.

“Oh god, that’s it, baby,” she croons softly.

I grip her ass, working my skilled tongue on her, knowing exactly what makes her moan in pleasure, knowing that very spot to throw her over the edge. She tangles her hand in my hair as I assault her clit. She grabs her breast, rubbing against her nipple, throwing her head back as she rolls her hips against me.

“Oh yeah, that’s it, fuck! I’m going to come,” she moans, her body tensing, her breath becoming ragged. I push my tongue into her dripping core. She moves against my face faster, and her juices trickle out of her. “Oh yeah, that’s it, right there!” She lets out a loud moan of pure bliss as she tips over the edge, pleasure gripping her in its hold.

I grip her by the hips, lifting her off my face and down onto my dick, making her cry out as I slam into her. She didn’t expect it. Taking a deep breath as she tries to relax to accommodate my girth, still trembling from her orgasm, she bites her lip as I stretch her out.

“You like it rough, right, baby?” I ask huskily, knowing exactly what she loves. She moans in reply, giving me a slight nod, and bracing her hands on my chest in anticipation.

Holding her, I guide her as I begin moving inside of her, knowing she still hasn’t recovered from her last orgasm. Tonight, I want to make love to her until she drops fromexhaustion.

I watch her breasts bounce, admiring the way she looks, the way she feels wrapped around me. Her moans are like a siren’s song, luring and trapping me in her temptations.

The feeling of loving someone, desiring them, and being made for them is more than anything I could have imagined. Right now, this is heavenly bliss, a euphoric haze I never want to leave.

I speed up feeling her nearing, my own release close. She’s meeting each of my thrusts with her own. She now opens her hooded eyes, breathless as she looks at me, each brutal thrust hitting just the right spot. That makes her bite her lip and let out that groan of satisfaction.

This heat between us, it’s more than just the friction of our bodies, this burning desire fuelled by everything around us. I watch her, knowing she’s on the brink once more.

“Mark me, Elijah, please.” Her breathless voice is coated with desire and love.

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