Lunar Temptations

Ch 65

One of my hands was lingering where I had tucked the end of my towel. My breath faltered, and my heart skipped a beat when his eyes ran over me. They turned a shade darker as he took in every inch of my body. I bit my lip, my hand gripping the towel tightly. He wasn't supposed to be here right now. As much as I would like his reaction to this, mine wasn't any less aroused either. His gaze alone could do a lot to me, like making my p***y clench.

"Zayd, I need to change," I said, trying to evade this. Audrey was right outside, and we were on a f*****g jet. I couldn't be horny right now, especially when I had an impression to make. My senses seemed to disagree though, as his gaze only intensified. They lingered on the lip stuck between my teeth and instantly got up. He was bulky, but the amount of ease his stance held always shocked me. Disappointment ran through me as I watched him walk towards the door. After Sage had revealed the truth, my feelings towards him had intensified. They had been there all along, but something had shifted. The pull that held me back from completely accepting him was gone, instead, I found myself facing options that would determine my future with him, and I had yet to choose one.

My attention was drawn back to him when he paused at the door, his back to me. A click resounded, and he turned to face me again. My eyes narrowed, and I raised a questioning brow at him. Why did he lock the door instead of leaving?

"You can change now," he stated, putting both his hands in his side pocket. Heat rushed through my body and illuminated my cheeks. My ears heated up at his remark, and I gulped slowly, taking in his words. The dominance was exerted off him like heat from a flame. I had a feeling that he could punish me again without any reason, and I would take all of it as my life depended on it.

"But-" I opened my mouth to argue but failed to come up with anything. It wasn't as if he hadn't seen me naked before. My thoughts drifted back to that night on the roof. A gush of warmness pooled between my legs.

"But what?" he said, taking a threatening step towards me. "Do you need help?" His tone grew dark, his eyes unmoving from me. I had taken a good half hour in the shower, which left us with only an hour till landing. I needed to get changed fast. I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. My body was on fire, and I wanted to feel his hand instead of the towel wrapped around me.

"I would love to help, but I prefer to simply watch for now," he said and turned around. He made his way to the end of the bed and sat down, his eyes back on me. My clothes were laid out behind him. I breathed in, deeply gathering every ounce of the confidence in me. He was playing dangerously, knowing well that he had the power to melt me and the power to control himself while doing so. I would be the only person submitting here. I wanted to give him what he had given me that night. An earth-shattering orgasm, the one that made me see two moons in the sky. And this thought was all it took for my confidence to boost.

I untucked the towel, slowly, watching his expressions closely. He seemed to be burning with desire yet unwavering at the same time. That was the thing about him. I could be turning the darkest shade of pink, and he would appear eased as if he was made of rock, strong and unwavering. His eyes would speak a thousand words, incomprehensible like now. He narrowed his eyes, as the towel hit the floor with a thud. A strand or two of mine followed the curves of my boobs, sticking to my skin.

He inhaled deeply, his nostrils flaring. He rubbed his face, in an attempt to control himself, and I couldn't help but smile slyly. I could see some emotion leaking out of him, and that gave me another push. I slowly made my way to him, my hips swaying with each step. His body tensed, but he leaned back watching me curiously. His eyes occasionally left mine to devour my curves. I was naked in front of him, something I would have laughed at the thought of not so long ago. Yet now, I enjoyed every trace of his gaze, the way his eyes were darkening into red ones and how he would hold himself back because I held control. He had told me that I did have a choice. The choice of mating with him, where I would give in to my desires willingly and let him mark me as his. I understand it now. I held his need in the palm of my hands, and he could have taken everything from me but that.

I advanced towards him and paused short when barely an inch remained between us. Even sitting down, he was almost my height. I stared at him, then placed both my hands on his shoulder. His jaw clenched, but he didn't move. His legs were parted, and the footboard of the bed peeked from between them. I used that as a support to put my knees on it. His head tilted watching me amusingly. My boobs hung now right on his face as I towered over him.

"What are you playing at, Red?" He said, his jaw clenching. I bit my lip, not replying. He would be pissed and might even punish me later for this little stunt of mine. I pushed hard on his shoulders signaling him to lay down. Without resistance, he laid down. My knees were bent between his legs, and it almost looked as if I would go down on him any moment now. Yet, Zayden seemed to be not so convinced. His hand was flinching with the need to hold back and not jump on me.