the whispers of the Luna

the secret meeting

Elena’s heart hadn’t stopped racing since that night in her dreams. Every waking moment since, she had felt Lucian’s presence like a shadow clinging to her skin. She wasn’t sure whether it was madness or magic, but the heat he left inside her never faded. It was a hunger that made her restless, a craving that gnawed at her until she could barely think of anything else.

So when she found herself drifting into the forest again, feet carrying her deeper under the silver glow of the moon, she didn’t resist. Some part of her knew he would come for her. Some part of her wanted him to.

The trees parted, and there he was—waiting. His golden eyes gleamed in the shadows, his tall frame leaning against a tree with an ease that belied the storm in his gaze.

“You came,” he murmured, his voice rich, thick with satisfaction.

“I couldn’t stay away,” Elena whispered, shivering as his gaze roamed over her.

Lucian pushed away from the tree and stalked toward her, each step deliberate, predatory. When he reached her, he cupped her jaw, tilting her head back so she was forced to meet his eyes. “I told you, Elena. You belong to me.”

His mouth crashed onto hers before she could answer. The kiss was searing, wild, a battle of tongue and teeth that left her gasping. She clung to his shirt, desperate, and when his hands slid down her back to grab her hips, pressing her against the hard ridge of his arousal, she moaned into his mouth.

Without breaking the kiss, he lifted her easily into his arms, carrying her deeper into the forest. She wrapped her legs around him, her core grinding against him with every step. The friction drove her mad, and by the time he pushed open the door to a small hidden cabin tucked into the woods, she was panting, her nails digging into his shoulders.

Inside, the space was dark and warm, lit only by the fire crackling in the hearth. Animal pelts covered the floor, and the scent of pine and smoke filled the air. It felt wild, primal, like stepping into another world—his world.

Lucian set her down on one of the furs, his body hovering over hers. He tore at her dress, ripping the fabric until her breasts spilled free. His mouth descended instantly, sucking her n****e between his lips, biting gently before soothing with his tongue. She arched beneath him, her hands clutching his hair, her moans filling the cabin.

“Lucian,” she gasped. “I need you—”

He silenced her with a growl, sliding his hand between her thighs. His fingers found her already soaked, and his smirk was wicked as he slid one inside. “So eager,” he whispered against her breast. “So wet for me. You ache, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she whimpered, rocking against his hand.

Another finger joined the first, curling deep inside her, stroking that spot that made her cry out. He watched her with hungry eyes as he fingered her ruthlessly, his thumb circling her c**t until she was trembling, on the brink of release.

Just as she shattered, he pulled his hand away. She sobbed in frustration, reaching for him, but he caught her wrists, pinning them above her head.

“You’ll come when I decide,” he growled, his voice rough with restraint. “Not before.”

Her body burned, desperate for more, but she couldn’t resist him. She didn’t want to.

He freed himself, his c**k thick, hard, and throbbing. Her mouth watered at the sight, and when he pressed the head against her entrance, she cried out, lifting her hips eagerly. But again, he teased—sliding just the tip inside before pulling back.

“Beg,” he commanded.

Her pride warred with her need, but desire won. “Please, Lucian. Please f**k me. I need you.”

The sound of her pleading broke him. With a feral growl, he thrust into her in one powerful stroke, filling her to the hilt. She screamed, her back arching, her nails digging into the furs.

He f****d her hard, his hips slamming into hers, his c**k stretching her, hitting that perfect spot with every thrust. Her cries echoed in the cabin, mingling with his guttural groans. The firelight painted his skin in shades of gold and bronze, his muscles rippling as he pounded into her with relentless need.

“You’re mine,” he snarled, leaning down to bite her neck. “Say it.”

“Yes!” she gasped. “I’m yours. Only yours!”

The words sent him over the edge of control. He flipped her onto her hands and knees, driving into her from behind. His grip was bruising on her hips as he took her, raw and primal, her breasts bouncing with every thrust. She clawed at the pelts, her cries broken and wild as pleasure consumed her.

Her orgasm slammed into her, tearing through her body with brutal force. She screamed his name, collapsing forward, but he didn’t stop. He kept pounding her, chasing his own release until finally he groaned, spilling his hot seed deep inside her.

They collapsed together, tangled in sweat and heat, their breaths ragged in the silence. He kissed the back of her neck, softer now, almost tender.

“You’re bound to me now,” he whispered. “Not just in body, but in soul. Remember that, Elena. There’s no turning back.”

Her eyes fluttered shut, her heart thundering. She knew he was right. And though fear should have clawed at her, all she felt was desire.

Because she didn’t want to turn back.