Claiming His Luna

Cercei’s POV

“Ouch,” I winced, attempting to change the bandage on my wounds single-handedly. Mamà had informed me that she would be spending the night inside the grand mansion, burdened with more work due to what had occurred. I had been the one meant to be punished, but she pleaded with Monsieur on my behalf.NôvelDrama.Org copyrighted © content.

I had tried to dissuade her, asserting that I was the one deserving of punishment. Nevertheless, my mother would do anything within her power to shield me from harm.

Engrossed in the task of changing my bandage, I suddenly detected a familiar fragrance wafting through the air. Closing my eyes, I surrendered myself to the scent.

The scent from the cave!

This must be it. My senses sharpened as the aroma grew stronger. I could hear the rustling of the wind and the approaching footsteps. Alarmed, I stood up abruptly.

I leapt to my feet as the door swung open forcefully, the sound of the aged, creaking door filling my ears. My entire body froze upon catching sight of the man who entered. Towering, with raven hair and dark features, his presence exuded power. My gaze fixated on his eyes. Crimson.

The image of the white, red-eyed wolf flashed in my mind. Could it truly be him? His gaze was so penetrating that it sent shivers cascading down my spine. My breath hitched as he took a step closer. Frightened, I instinctively took a step back, clutching at whatever I could find within my grasp.

“Who are you?” I brandished a spatula, attempting to intimidate him. Undeterred, he continued advancing towards me.

“Why are you here?” My voice quivered with fear. As he drew nearer, he gently set the spatula down, causing me to drop my makeshift weapon like an apprehensive pup.

His scent… it was bewitching, as though it were stripping away every trace of reason within me. I was utterly lost.

He extended his hand, and without a second thought, I found myself accepting it. As our skin made contact, a surge of emotions coursed through me. He drew me closer, and I found myself surrendering against his chest.

We gazed at each other in the dark, ensnared in the depths of our eyes. His face drew nearer to mine, and I closed my eyes instinctively.

His lips met mine, and it was as though the heavens burst forth with shimmering stardust. The fresh, minty taste of his mouth mingled with the hint of wine. A shiver ran down my spine as the reality of what I was engaged in dawned upon me-a spontaneous connection with a man I had only just met a minute ago. But at that moment, I was utterly lost.

His hand found its way behind me, gliding up to the small of my back. It was then that I realised he had unzipped my dress. The sensation of my breasts being freed from the constraints of the fabric against my skin sent a jolt of electricity inside me.

His kisses grew more fervent, pressing against my lips with increasing intensity. My back leaned against the wall as his kisses assaulted my senses. The dizzying effect of his passionate kisses left my head spinning.

“Nice to meet you,” he uttered between our fervent exchanges.

I gasped as he positioned his knee between my thighs, causing my panties to peek out. Why did I even concern myself with such trivialities? The mere fact that his knee rested between my thighs, creating a tantalising friction, was already an intimate connection. Why should I be preoccupied with the visibility of my undergarments?

His kisses trailed along my jawline, and I involuntarily arched my back when his lips reached my neck. My arms clung tightly to his shoulders, holding on for dear life.

I bit my lip, struggling to comprehend the bewildering situation unfolding before me.

I nearly let out a scream as he effortlessly lifted me onto the table, causing a flower vase to topple and crash to the ground. Yet, he seemed entirely unfazed by the disturbance.

He positioned me in front of the table, his presence now pressed against my back. I could sense his hunger, evident in how his fingers threaded through my hair, gently guiding me towards the table’s surface.

With a skilled and commanding hand, he cupped my left breast, drawing it to the side, granting him greater access to my neck. His lips found their way there, leaving a trail of heated kisses in their wake.

“Who are you?” I managed to utter, my voice taking on a sultry tone.

His breath cascaded over my shoulders, and against my lower back, I could feel the unmistakable hardness of his erection. From that sensation alone, I knew he possessed an impressive size.

“Lucian Red,” he responded, his voice carrying a certain enigmatic quality.

He continued to lavish attention on my neck, each kiss threatening to steal away my consciousness. I struggled to keep my eyes open, but my efforts were in vain.

Indeed, he was as stunning as they claimed. His eyes were filled with depth and emotion, complemented by thick, expressive eyebrows. His physique was extraordinary, towering over me with broad shoulders that I could barely reach. A fitted white t-shirt hugged his body in all the right places, accentuating his allure. His hair was tousled and textured, adding to his captivating appeal.

My mouth went dry as I watched his index finger and thumb playfully tease my nipple. A moan involuntarily escaped my lips, and a wave of heat rushed through me, specifically between my thighs.

Seemingly aware of my readiness, he pressed me against the cool surface of the table with his hand entwined in my hair. I instinctively bent forward, feeling a hint of exposure, particularly when he pulled my panties down, causing them to drop to my feet.

A loud moan escaped my lips as I felt his thumb make contact with my core. I was already wet, embarrassingly so, causing a blush to spread across my cheeks. He replaced his thumb with his middle finger, pulling me back slightly, all the while resuming his assault on my neck with his lips.

I moaned unabashedly as his finger moved languidly, traversing my most sensitive areas with torturous sensuality. Gradually, as my moans grew louder and more uninhibited, he pushed his finger inside me.

Lost amidst a symphony of moans and scattered thoughts, I was abruptly interrupted when he suddenly ceased his movements. Opening my eyes to gaze at him, I saw a dark intensity in his expression.

“I’m your mate,” he declared, his words filled with a fervent intent that was difficult to comprehend amidst the overwhelming pleasure.

“Yeah,” I managed to respond, my mind clouded by ecstasy. He continued to stare at me, his gaze unwavering.

Once again, his lips ventured across my entire being. A part of me wanted to halt him, as I had never been kissed in such a way before. Yet, this kiss sent shockwaves of indescribable sensation coursing through my body, leaving me gasping for air and weakening my knees.

His presence enveloped me completely, our bodies now intimately intertwined. My eyes widened as I felt the heat of his manhood grazing the entrance of my folds, a maddening anticipation building within me. A curse slipped past my lips, a desperate plea for him to enter me.

Tears welled in the corners of my eyes as I felt my inner walls shatter. It hurt-a searing pain that coursed through me.

“You’re a virgin,” he stated, his words devoid of uncertainty.

Before I could process the magnitude of his statement, he kissed me once more, this time with an intensity that consumed me. The pain I had experienced earlier transformed into an overwhelming wave of pleasure.

He slowly began to move within me, his rhythm unhurried, as his lips continued to explore every inch of mine. “Just tell me if it hurts,” he whispered gently. With my eyes closed, I nodded in response, fully surrendering myself to the sensations that washed over me.

As the intensity built within me again, I yearned for him to quicken his pace and propel me towards that pinnacle of pleasure. And it seemed as though he understood my unspoken desires, for he began to move with a swiffer rhythm, granting me the fervent stimulation I craved.

And then, it happened. We reached that peak together, cascading into a world of ecstasy that left us both spent and disoriented. Overwhelmed by exhaustion and bewilderment, I succumbed to the enveloping darkness, my senses consumed by its embrace.