Lunar Temptations

Ch 52

He was panting, but his voice came out cool as the air. "Depends-" He said, hitting that spot once again as I yearned for the climax. "Have you learned your lesson?" He asked, and I clenched my jaws. It was a punishment, and he did warn me. I would have denied him right then and been the rebel that I was around him, but the impending climax was my need. It felt as if my life depended on that jump, and if I had to, I would kneel before him to push me down that high.

"Yes," I uttered, though nothing happened. He didn't budge, and his fingers stopped. I groaned lowly before taking a deep breath, "Yes, I learned my lesson."

"Will you pull any stunts again?" He asked, voice deep and resounding from between my thighs. I shook my head, "No, I won't."

"Good girl." He said, a sinister feeling taking over me at his praise. I loved every word that left his mouth that moment, and I was gladly ready to submit. A second later, his hand came up and with a pull, he undid the blindfold. My eyes adjusted to the dim light and found him kneeling before me as if I sat on a throne, naked, and he was worshipping me. The thought made me want to let him worship me in all the ways he could. I was still taking it in when his gaze flickered from me, down to my p***y, and he leaned closer until he was tasting me once again.

I jerked my head back, feeling his pace quickening inside of me, and his tongue licking me profusely. Waves of pleasure wracked through me, and my body began to shake under his torture. It took barely a few moments for the orgasm to take over as I found myself falling from the high. The stars and the moon above me were a magnificent sight mixed with the euphoria coursing through me. I cursed, and his name was the only thing in my mouth as he didn't stop and continued until I was a panting mess, gripping his hair as it became too much for me.

I watched him through disoriented vision as he licked all of my wetness clean like his thirst was finally satisfied. When he looked up, his eyes were red, but he seemed to be still in control. I didn't comprehend my thoughts as something took over my conscience. I dropped my thighs and dropped low to straddle him. He watched me intently with his eyes narrowing, but he didn't move. My eyes landed on his lips, they were glistening with the wetness of my orgasm. I bet my eyes changed right then, and I felt my gaze changing, but I was too lusted to think about it. The next thing I knew, I crashed my lips on his.

Our lips moulded against each other like ice and fire. The hiss might not be there, but the collision was earth-shattering. I licked and bit his lips, tasting myself on them. He didn't hold back either. His actions replied to mine with just as much intensity, as his soft lips devoured mine in a searing kiss. My tongue darted out, and he gave in access almost immediately. We made out like a horny couple for what felt like forever until we finally pulled back.

My p***y was blazing alive with the heat rushing to it once again. I had probably stained his pants by now, but the thought soon made me clench harder when I acknowledged his manhood poking, rubbing hard against my centre. I gulped slowly and stepped away, or else it would turn into something I wasn't ready for yet. No matter how much I wanted it - I didn't want it like this. He had 'punished' me, and yearning for more right now would only be a decision taken in the heat of the moment.

Watching me back away, he inhaled deeply, on the verge of losing himself. "Get dressed or I'll end up claiming you right here." He hissed, turning around. His knuckles were white, and his shoulders were tensed. I scurried to stand up and gather my clothes before putting them on. A part of me wanted to give him something too, but the other one was too scared to unleash his beast just yet. His dangerous stare matched with his warning, had set me off to get dressed. I was too drained from his fingers already; I didn't know if I could take his c**k.

Though I wanted more, I didn't know if I could take another hot make-out session followed by extreme f*****g because after today I would expect him to be aggressive and dominating in bed, and the fact that I loved it was just as disturbing to me. Zayden possessed the ability to make me see two moons in the sky with the touch of his tongue, and that was scary and exciting. I had just felt it, and I was afraid I would want only more from now.

By the time I was done putting on my clothes, I found him standing at the edge of the roof. His back was to me as he was looking out, staring somewhere into the distance. I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear as it flew onto my face and made my way to stand beside him. I stopped beside him and threw him a look. He was back to being indifferent, and his stoic face was back on.

Something was going through his thick skull, once again, and this once I couldn't stop myself from asking. "What is it?"

He glanced at me before refocusing wherever he was looking. "What are you thinking?" I asked again.

It was as if he was contemplating whether to tell me or not. Then he must have decided against it because he spoke up, "We have captured the rogues who attacked you." He said, his eyes squinted. He seemed to be imagining their faces and thinking of the wrath he would unleash on them, but I interrupted him.