I Am The Luna

12. A Moment with Family or I Am The Luna Chapter 90 By Moonlight Muse

The need for her is clouding my mind. I want her, want to taste every inch of her, kiss every part of her… devour her…

I bite back a groan as I squeeze her ass. How is she seducing me like a siren? Every wriggle, every movement, every breathless moan that leaves her only tempts me further. Luring me to a place in my mind that I cannot regain control of.

I massage her breasts, my cock straining in my pants, and wanting nothing more than to be buried inside of her; pounding her hard as I tug on those silky red locks. “Bastien…” she whimpers erotically, although she’s gently pulling back. This content © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

Her cheeks are flushed as she looks up at me through her lashes. She’s a s3xy little minx and the lust and love in her eyes is only pulling me deeper. She could ask me to walk off a plank right now and I would…

“You are tempting me further, Foxie… those eyes and these lips are my undoing.” I purr deeply, my voice a deep rumble in my throat as I run my thumb over her s3xy red lips. I’m rewarded with a delicious erotic moan.

She parts them slightly and wraps them around my thumb, twirling her tongue around it and making me throb hard. “Your behaviour isn’t helping,” I growl, pressing my body fully against her so she can feel how hard I am.

Her eyes flutter shut for a moment, and she lets out a shaky breath. I brush my nose down her neck, inhaling her scent. “I hope you are well rested because I don’t plan on sleeping tonight.”

“I can’t wait,” she whispers, arching her back as she presses herself fully against me. Reaching up she cups my face and the lust in her eyes is clear, but the concern that replaces it is not something I wish to see. “I’m glad you’re home.”

“Why are you worried?” I ask quietly. She smiles and shakes her head. “I just am,” she says, placing her hand on my abs and resting her head against my chest. She wants us to be honest… but will she tell me what’s worrying her?

“Sebastian! Zaia! You can make me more grandchildren later. Come join us!” Mom’s voice comes, making me narrow my eyes.

“How do you make children?” Zion asks curiously. “I don’t think we need more babies.” “We’re coming!” Zaia calls making me sigh internally. She really stepped into that one. As if on cue, Jai’s laughter reaches us, making Zaia’s eyes widen as she realises what she’s just said.

I spank her ass. “So, how close are you?” I tease, making her blush and push me away.

“Let’s go!” “You really walked right into that one.” I mock as she’s about to walk off, but I tug her back into my arms.

“It’s good to be home,” I say, pressing my lips to hers. She kisses me back softly, her heart thumping, and she nods. “It is… I love you, Sebastian.”

“I know,” I reply cockily, making her smack my chest. “And?” she pushes. Our eyes meet and I smirk. “You know I always have and always will love you.”

She pecks my lips before she leads the way to the dining area. I place my finger to my lips as I admire that booty. I close the gap between us, falling in step with her as I squeeze her ass once before she casts me a glance and steps into the dining room.

I follow, staying behind her and take my seat before anyone notices my obvious hard-on. Zaia and Valerie exchange looks and Zaia blushes as she sits down beside me, and I instantly put my hand on her thigh.

“So, shall we tuck in?” Zaia says, her cheeks still pink. Mom smiles happily. “Yes, of course. I know you two are in a hurry but-”

“We aren’t.” Zaia firmly adds with a smile. “I am in a hurry to eat because then we can have dessert. There’s chocolate cake!” Zion says, making Sia smile as she looks up at Sebastian. “Do you like cake, Daddy?”

“I do,” I reply, I never was a sweets person until Zaia began cooking for me. I remember those days. I really did take advantage of her.

We all tuck in as Zaia plates food for Sia and me, whilst Mom dishes up for Zion. She’s made a variety of dishes and only now do I realise how hungry I am. I knew she was up to something the moment Jai showed up to get me, saying I’m free.

When he was delaying, I was expecting a welcome. That’s just who she is. Jai had told me how Zaia told everyone she was the one who pushed Gerard.

I had been in a rush to see her… but looking at her now, all dolled up s3xily and this meal, which smells good, sure made it worth the wait. I place two chicken drumsticks on her plate, and then on my own before adding the pie, and she smiles up at me. ‘Thank you,’ she says through the mind connection. ‘Always.’ I respond.

I could get used to this. She’s made all my favourites from cheese and potato pie, grilled ribs and steak, roasted potato, chilli con carne and there’s vegetable rice. There are two salads, as well as a few dips. She really did go all out.

She’s a superwoman. I smile, watching the kids tuck into their chicken happily. I look down at Sia. She’s a lot smaller than Zion. Gerard…

She’s blood-related to him, yet he had no remorse and still tried to kill my children… I want him dead. But right now, the incentive is doing what’s needed for Sia and I don’t care who has to pay the price.

She looks up at me as if noticing I’m watching and picks up her tissue, wiping her mouth quickly, and gives me a huge smile.

“Princess, you can have a dirty face, and I wouldn’t care,” I tell her quietly, making her giggle and nod. I caress the back of her head as she continues eating and my brows furrow.

The antidote…

“Bastien?”

I glance over at Zaia, who is watching me with concern, her hand resting on top of mine on her leg. “Yes?” I answer, pushing my thoughts away and giving her a small smirk.

“Is everything ok?”

“Absolutely,” I respond, winking at her. As expected, she smiles softly and relaxes. She doesn’t need to worry about my problems. “The food is delicious, by the way.” I compliment, taking a bite of my pie. “Thanks,” she replies.

The others chat and I give my input here and there as we eat, enjoying the food and I relax in the company of my family.

It’s much later, and I had to force Mom to leave. If Dad figures out where she is it would just be more drama. She leaves reluctantly, begging to be able to see the kids again, and only when Zaia promises she can, does she leave?

My mother has the power to mentally exhaust you in a short span of time and make you wish that you don’t have to see her for at least a few years.

I put the kids to bed and due to their excitement; it took them much longer to go down, telling me about everything they’ve done and asking where I have been.

I now look at the top of Sia’s head as she’s snuggled against me. Her breathing once again getting to me as she sleeps. Why her?

That is a question anyone who has lost a loved one to an illness asks when they learn of it…

Why? Why does it have to happen to the ones we love? Why us? When time is running out and you know that anything can happen, you wonder why.

I hug her gently, making sure not to squeeze her and kiss the top of her head. I am going to make sure she is healed.

I tuck her in and get up, fixing the banket around Zion before dimming the light and leaving the room. I know Zaia is waiting for me, but I also don’t want to have the talk that I know we need to…

She knows what my future holds and so do I. The inevitable cannot be denied. I knock on the bedroom door before I push it open but end up coming to a stop.

The room is dark, lit with candles that flicker. A seductive scent, which is Zaia’s favourite fragrance, fills the air and petals are scattered over the bed. I glance down the hall before stepping inside and locking the door behind me. Talking can wait…

The curtains are drawn and there are two glasses of wine and a platter of chocolates and strawberries with dipping sauce sitting beside the bed and, as for the star of the show herself…

I turn and see her leaning against the wall behind the door. A tiny black satin gown is slipping off her shoulders, her tiny lace black lingerie only emphasising her smooth creamy skin and her boobs are almost spilling out. She has her arms wrapped around her waist.

She has one heeled foot against the wall and she’s looking directly at me with those gorgeous amethyst eyes. She smiles seductively at me as she slowly backs me up to the bed before placing her hands on my shoulders and forcing me to sit.

I oblige, leaning back as I look up at her. A few curls fall in front of her eyes, and I reach up, brushing them back. “Hello, S3xy Senorita…” I murmur, making her smirk as she pushes me onto my back.

“Welcome home My S3xy Beast…” she purrs as she climbs on top of me, pressing her pussy to my already hard cock and her lips to mine…