I Am The Luna

ZAIA. I’m blanketed in warmth, and I snuggle against the firm chest in front of me, biting my lip when I feel something hard poking my stomach. My core clenches and I arch my back, wanting something between my thighs…

A deep husky growl rumbles in the chest before me and I let out a moan when a pair of lips touch my neck. Oh, fuck yes…

I gasp in pleasure as they suck on my neck, his cock throbbing against my stomach, when I suddenly freeze, my eyes snapping open. What am I doing?

“Sebastian…” Only it comes out as a horny moan. “Fuck…” He growls, his hand raking down my bare back, my hardened nipples press against his chest and my heart thumps as I realise my dress is not covering my breasts at all having moved out of position whilst I slept.

I love the way his body feels against mine, the promise of what he has to offer, the tantalising throb of his manhood that is standing to attention, ready to be played with and pleasured by. We can’t do this again…

“Sebastian, I have to go,” I say quietly, “I gently combing my fingers through the back of his hair. I bite back a moan as I shy away from his touch.

He tenses as if just realising the situation we’re in. He moves back slowly, grunting slightly as he rolls onto his back, and I quickly fix my dress, covering my breasts as I sit up. How did I even get into his arms again?

I glance over at him, not knowing what to say, and realise his eyes are closed, one arm resting on his forehead. He looks a little healthier today. I’m giving him mixed signals. I can’t fault him for his reaction…

I don’t know what to say and glance at the bathroom. “Do you need any help?” I ask quietly. “Nothing you can help me with,” he responds quietly.

you soon,” I say. I slide off the bed and rush to the door as

doesn’t respond and I pause, glancing back at him to see him lower his pants. My stomach flutters, and desire rushes through me as he pulls out his hard shaft. “Close the door on your way

my eyes dip to his manhood, and it takes all my willpower to turn away and walk out of that room with burning cheeks and a pounding

last thing I hear is a low groan escape from him, my own body aching for a release that I know I won’t

remove that image of him stroking his dick from my mind. The urge to get

Fuck… Focus Zaia!

is up, Zaia!” I look up from where I am styling Sia’s hair

trying not to think of him stroking his cock. “Just now, Melanie asked if I could take him breakfast.” He says, grinning. I can’t help but smile back. He reminds me of a kid on

waking up and Bastien is healing.” I say, glancing out at the sky before I look

that things are looking up. “Yes! Damn, yeah, we got this.” He makes a fist

voice. “Because those ill people are getting better,” Zion answers

breath. “So… you guys have met Aunty Valerie today I want

looking at me sharply. He’s been curious

look them both over, both a mix of Sebastian and I, our little

cuffs and two pearl buttons on her neck and sleeve cuffs. She’s wearing matching black shoes and white

it, black jeans, and black boots. I brush his black hair back and look into those eyes that are just like his

wrapping my arms around their waists. I hoist them up, making Zion chuckle and

spin around once making them both laugh before I place them both on the sofa and sit on the ground in

say, tugging

he observes me. “Well, this is important,” I say softly, with

them to know who he is before I take them

nod. “Well, that’s because it was a surprise.” I begin quietly looking at Sia, her grey eyes filled with curiosity as she tilts her head. “He is… He is your Daddy.” My voice is barely above a

thoughtful frown, whilst Sia stares at me,

the first to speak. I nod, my own chest tightening with too many emotions. They exchange looks, and Sia’s lips quiver before she buries her face in her hands and begins crying. “I have a Daddy.” She whispers in a pitiful voice and I pull