THE LUNA'S SECRET AFFAIR

Leanna’s POV I was just beginning to drift off when I heard it – a faint sound, like a whisper on the breeze, coming from my window. At first, I ignored it, chalking it up to the usual creaks of the night. But there it was again, this time unmistakable. My heart quickened, a rush of anticipation was tingling through me. I knew that sound. Slowly, I turned, and there he was – Federigo, slipping through the open window with his familiar quiet confidence. The moonlight spilled over his face, softening the intensity in his green eyes as he met my gaze. We stared at each other for a heartbeat, then two, caught at that moment as though the whole world had faded away. "Leanna," he breathed, his alluring beautiful voice was like a music in the depth of the night, but it resonated in the stillness of my room, deep and warm. “Federigo,” I replied, trying to keep my voice steady, though I could feel the tremor of excitement just beneath the surface. “What… what are you doing here?” He took a slow step toward me, his lips curving into a faint smile that made my stomach flutter. “I couldn’t stay away,” he replied simply. “Not tonight. Not when all I can think about is you. And one more thing, I told you to call me Rigz.” I opened my mouth to respond, but no words came out. Instead, I just stared at him, wondering how it was that he could say exactly what I’d been feeling. He must have sensed it, because he took another step, then another, until he was standing directly in front of me. “Tell me to leave,” he murmured, his eyes searching mine. “If this is too much… if you don’t want this…” I shook my head quickly, barely managing to find my voice. “No… don’t go.” I know this is all wrong. But what can I do? He’s the only one who can make me feel important and cherished in this gigantic palace of werewolves. Being human means useless and worthless here, but Rigz never made me feel that way. He’s different… His shoulders relaxed a little as relief flashed in his eyes. “Good,” he whispered, his hand reaching up to brush a stray strand of hair from my face. His fingers lingered, trailing softly down my cheek, leaving a trail of warmth in their wake. “Because I don’t think I could leave if I tried.” I felt myself shiver, unable to look away from him. “Then stay,” I whispered, feeling my voice crack with the weight of everything I wanted to say but couldn’t. In response, he leaned in, his forehead brushing gently against mine, his breath warm against my skin. “Do you have any idea how hard it is to be near you and pretend… pretend that I don’t feel this way?” he asked softly, his words just about a murmur. I felt my heart thud against my ribs, the ache of his words filling me with a longing so deep it almost hurt. “You think it’s easy for me?” I whispered back, reaching up to rest my hand on his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath my fingertips. “Pretending I don’t notice every single time you look at me… that I don’t feel this, too?” A breath escaped from him, shaky and filled with relief. “Then why do we have to pretend?” he asked, his eyes intense, almost pleading. “Because…” My voice faltered as his fingers traced a line down my jaw, his touch sending a shiver through me. “Because this is… complicated. Dangerous. You know that.” He gave a low chuckle, soft and full of longing. “Leanna, I would risk a thousand complications just to be here with you tonight.” I closed my eyes, feeling his words like a skin balm, soothing the ache that had been building inside me for so long. “Then don’t stop,” I murmured, barely able to breathe, afraid that any louder would break the spell binding us together at this moment. He hesitated for a split second, then he leaned in, his lips brushing mine in a kiss so gentle it was almost a question, as though he was giving me one last chance to pull away. But I didn’t. I tilted my head, deepening the kiss, letting everything I’d held back come pouring out in that single, shattering moment. “Rigz…” I breathed his name as our kiss became more intense. Something inside me began to feel hot again. But tonight, I won’t stop him. Tonight, I decided to give him everything. I want him to own me, bathe me with love and affection that I was longing to feel since I was a little. “Damn, Leanna!” he groaned, not hiding the pleasure he was feeling by kissing my lips, sucking my tongue and leaving me almost breathless. “I don’t want to stop. I want more of this!” “I won’t stop you, Rigz… not tonight!” I closed my eyes and equaled the intensity of how he was capturing my now almost swollen lips. Our breaths mingled, our hands searching, pulling each other closer, as if trying to fill the empty spaces between us. His lips were soft yet insistent, tasting of both restraint and the quiet desperation that had been building for so long. He broke away, just enough to look into my eyes, his voice barely a whisper. "Leanna," he said, his hand moving to cradle the back of my neck, his gaze intense. "You have no idea what you are doing to me, right now." I swallowed, feeling my pulse race. "Then show me," I whispered, my voice daring and breathless. His eyes darkened as his fingers were tracing the line of my collarbone. "If I start… I might not be able to stop," he mumbled, his voice rough with desire. "Then don't," I replied, my fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt, anchoring myself to him. "Don't stop, Federigo." With a low groan, he pulled me closer, his arms wrapping around me as his lips found mine once again. The world faded, the only sound we can hear are our quickening breaths and the whispered promises that passed between us. His hands trailed down my back, gentle but possessive, as if he were afraid to let go. “Tell me you want this,” he whispered, his breath hot against my skin. “I need to know…” I nodded and smiled sweetly at him. “I do. I’ve wanted this… I’ve wanted you… for so long.” His fingers tightened against my back, a quiet promise lingering in his eyes. “Then I’m yours, Leanna. For however long you’ll have me… I’m yours.” I swallowed, my heart pounding with both the thrill and the effect of his words on my heart. "Then stay with me. Just for tonight." He nodded, pulling me into his arms again, holding me close as though he could protect this fragile moment from the outside world. We stayed like that, wrapped up in each other, until the night seemed to slow, the boundaries of our separate lives blurring in the warmth of that stolen moment. He leaned back just enough to look into my eyes, a gentle smile was playing on his lips, softening the intensity in his gaze. “Leanna,” he murmured, running his thumb along my jaw, “I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anything more than I want to be here, right now, with you.” He was speaking so sweetly, as though he was confessing a secret he hadn’t even told himself. I gulped, my pulse racing, as I searched his eyes, trying to read the depth of what he was telling me. “I never imagined… that this could feel so real,” I admitted, my voice raw and quiet. “Like… like it was always meant to happen.” "Are you sure?" he asked, still hesitating and there was a hint of vulnerability in his eyes. I nodded, words escaping me. Instead, I reached up, my hand grazing his cheek as I looked into his eyes, letting everything I felt for him to show. The need, the longing, the trust – everything I’d held back for so long. "I want this," I whispered, my voice trembling, my heart pounding in my chest. "I want you… now!" He smiled, his hand coming to rest on my waist as he leaned in, capturing my lips in a kiss that was deeper, more intense than before. His touch was gentle yet insistent, his hands exploring, memorizing, as if trying to etch this moment into his memory. I melted into him, letting myself forget everything outside of this room, of this night. As his hands slid along my back, pulling me closer, I felt a warmth spread through me, filling every corner with my being. His lips moved from mine, trailing softly along my jaw, his breath warm against my skin, sending a shiver through me. "Leanna," he murmured against my neck, his voice rough with emotion, and I felt a thrill at the sound of my name on his lips, at the feeling of him so close, so real. He took his time kissing and licking my neck, down to my shoulders, sending sensations that made me wet in between my legs. Rigz was my first at everything. And now, I swear, I am going to surrender everything to him. I closed my eyes, savoring the moment, letting myself fall deeper into the quiet, steady rhythm we were creating together. We moved slowly, as if we had all the time in the world, as if this night were the only night that mattered. His touch was tender, filled with a quiet reverence that made me feel cherished, as though I were something precious. “Ahhh…” I moaned as I felt his hands cupping and massaging my breasts. But what made me feel hotter was when he fondled my n*****s. A strange volt of sensation ran through my veins, down to my precious gem. It felt so nice, and I want more. “f**k!” I’ve been longing for this…” he murmured, as he continued to kiss every part of me, never leaving anything untouched and well taken-care of. I gasped loudly when he suddenly sucked one of my n*****s. A pleasurable shock made me grip his hair. God, I never thought that this would be this good, so good that more moist was coming between my legs. “Damn, this is so good…” he grunted as he suckled another n****e. I completely lost my ability to think as my mind was clouded with so much lust. I don’t want this to stop, this feeling, everything he was doing to me right at that moment. “Oh!” my body slightly trembled when I felt his hand on my soft flesh. “You’re wet for me, baby…” he whispered and pressed his finger there, earning a loud moan from me. “Ahhh… Rigz, oh, God!” my mouth fell ajar as he gently slid one finger inside me. The sensation was so overwhelming that I arched my body. There was a bit of discomfort, but the sensation overpowered it. But I sensed that Rigz got confused a little and tried to get his finger deeper inside me. I groaned as another pain hit me when my folds parted by his finger. “s**t!” he groaned and pulled out his finger. I bit my lower lip. “Y-You’re still a virgin? H-How? You’ve been married to the alpha for over a year now and… and you’re still a virgin?” he asked. I looked away, and I felt like something pierced my heart. The truth just slapped me hard on the face. The truth I could never escape! He opened his mouth to speak but stopped, as though he were struggling to find the words. “Leanna…” he mumbled my name, his voice soft yet filled with disbelief. “I… I didn’t realize…” I met his eyes, searching for any hint of judgment or regret, but all I saw was a mixture of wonder and tenderness, a softness I hadn’t expected. His fingers brushed a strand of hair behind my ear, lingering as he let his thumb graze my cheek. “You… How come you’re still…?” He trailed off, his voice filled with gentle surprise. I nodded, feeling a flush of vulnerability, yet I couldn’t bring myself to look away from him now. “Yes… I am,” I whispered, as if speaking any louder would shatter the moment between us. “I never… with him, it was never…” I took a steadying breath. “It was never like this.” Federigo’s eyes softened, his expression shifting as he processed what I was telling him. He moved closer, his hand finding mine and giving it a gentle squeeze, his thumb brushing reassuringly over my knuckles. “Leanna,” his voice filled with awe. “Thank you… for trusting me with this.” A wave of warmth washed over me at his words, the sincerity in his gaze easing the lingering trace of nervousness I felt. He was looking at me as if I were a treasure he’d just uncovered, something rare and precious. His fingers caressed my cheek, his touch light, almost reverent. “I want you to know,” he whispered, his voice filled with quiet conviction, “that I don’t take this lightly. Not for a single moment.” His words wrapped around me like a promise, and I felt the last of my doubts melt away. I’d spent so much time wondering if I could ever feel truly seen, truly wanted, and here he was, looking at me as if I was the only person in the world. “Leanna,” he murmured, leaning closer, his lips brushing my forehead, lingering there as if he were making a vow. “I’ll be whatever you need me to be. If you want me to stop, I’ll stop. If you want me to wait, I’ll wait. Whatever you want… it’s yours.” A lump formed in my throat at his words, and I blinked back the sudden sting of tears. “I don’t want you to stop,” I whispered, my voice trembling with the passion of my confession. “I want this. I want you. I just… I just didn’t think it would ever be like this.” He smiled softly, his eyes reflecting an understanding that went deeper than words. “Then let’s make this everything you hoped it would be,” he said, his voice filled with a gentle reverence. Our breaths mingled as he held me close, his hands exploring every curve, every inch with a reverent touch, as if he were trying to make me feel cherished, treasured. The warmth of his lips, the tenderness in his embrace, made every touch feel like a promise, each one filled with a quiet devotion that left me feeling loved in a way I’d never known before. “Rigz!” I almost screamed when I felt his lips on my… damn! He was kissing me down there like it was something so delicious to devour. “This is mine! Only mine!” he groaned and continued to kiss my gems. I felt the hot liquid coming out because of the pleasure of his lips kissing me there so fervently. “Ahhh… Oh, God, s**t!” I gripped tightly on the sheet as his tongue began to brush my entrance, licking my clit and everything became a distant blur. He licked and kissed me incessantly down there until my body trembled as I reached my climax. My breathing almost stopped with the intensity of that blissful moment. He licked everything clean before settling in the center. He parted my legs and wrapped them around his while I was still in the haze of the aftermath of my first orgasm. No one ever told me that there is this kind of feeling. I got more excited for what’s going to happen next. “I can’t wait anymore, Leanna… I want to feel how nice it is to be inside you…” he uttered, but more like a pleading. It was as if he was pleading me. I smiled at him. “Just go on… make me feel like a complete woman now, Rigz!” He didn’t speak, so I closed my eyes and waited for a moment. I gasped as I felt his hard thing on my entrance. Until it was gently slid inside my wet core. I felt a sharp, unfamiliar sensation that took my breath away, mingling with the rush of emotions and the tenderness in his gaze. “Ahh… wait!” I stopped him. I didn’t know what happened, but it hurt so much as he got deeper inside me. "Leanna," Federigo murmured, his brow furrowing with concern as he paused, sensing the shift in my expression. His hand found mine, squeezing it as he searched my face. "Are you alright?" His voice was filled with a tenderness that melted away my nervousness, his gaze filled with such patience that I felt a surge of warmth despite the pain. I took a deep breath, offering him a shaky but reassuring smile. "Yes… it’s just… new," I whispered, my voice soft, raw. "It’s more than I expected, but I’m okay." He leaned down, pressing a kiss on my forehead, his lips lingering there as he held me close, as though he was trying to shield me from the discomfort, to ease me through it with the strength of his presence. "Just tell me if it’s too painful because I am only halfway," he warned me. "I only want this to be beautiful for you, Leanna." “Don’t worry, just go on…” I replied, closing my eyes again and trying to relax. And with a swift thrust, Rigz pushed farther inside me, making me arch my back again and cry. “Shh… I’m sorry, Leanna… I’m really sorry…” he cooed me, caressing my cheek gently and wiping my tears. “I won’t move unless you tell me to.” I took a deep breath, gritting my teeth with the pain. I never imagined the first time would hurt like this. Or maybe he was just too big for me? I mean, Federigo, being a werewolf, naturally has a larger built than humans have. He began massaging my breasts again and captured my lips. He was doing things to ease the pain. He was just so good to me that I started to feel better. “Can I move now?” he asked, while busy kissing and licking my neck. I nodded, focusing on the safety I felt in his arms, the warmth of his body against mine, the way he held me with such tenderness. Gradually, the sharpness began to fade, replaced by a softer ache, a mingling of pain and pleasure that felt strangely perfect, somehow right. The sensations were overwhelming, but Rigz was there with me, grounding me with his gaze, with his touch, every kiss, every caress was all just right to make me feel cherished. “Oh, s**t!” he was thrusting inside and out now at a slow pace, but I was getting impatient. The pain had gone, and I want him to do it more. “Faster, please!” I begged him. He looked at me, trying to know if I truly understood what I was begging for. “Are you sure?” he asked. “I don’t want to hurt you more. You are unbelievably very tight, sweetheart.” “I’m alright! I want you to do it fast, please…do it now,” I confirmed. “f**k!” he groaned and began to move faster, wilder. “Ahhh… damn! Aahhhh!” I couldn’t stop myself from moaning over and over. There was this heat or something inside me, building like a bomb about to explode. “Damn it! This is the best f*****g I’ve ever had!” he pounded my core in a feral pace, his every thrust was hard and deep. All I could do was moan and scream with so much pleasure. “Rigz! Ohh!” I felt my body trembling as I hit my climax. I almost cried due to the overwhelming sensation. “Now let me come for you, my love…” he thrusted harder and deeper now, making me scream again. The tingling sensation from my orgasm wasn’t subsiding yet, but another one inside me was about to come. “s**t! So, f*****g tight… damn it!” and with a few more intense thrusts he came hard inside me. We both let our bodies shudder with the delight of our rough yet heavenly lovemaking. At that moment, the world outside ceased to exist, and all that remained was us, intertwined, connected, in a love that felt timeless. A love that is a secret and nothing but an affair…