Abandoned Luna Now Untouchable (Cecilia) novel Chapter 186

Cecilia

My tongue met his, not shyly, not cautiously, but with a raw, claiming pressure.

My fingers were already in his hair, pulling him closer, deeper into a kiss that tasted like wine and something far more desperate.

The air in the car didn’t just warm.

It thickened, turning heavy and hot enough to suffocate.

Sebastian grunted into my mouth, his hands moving from my shoulders to my waist, gripping me so hard I knew there’d be marks later.

Dutside, the wind howled, whipping tree branches until they strained and cracked.

Inside, the windows were sealed tight, fogging up fast.

My back pressed against the cool glass of the passenger window as his mouth left mine and trailed down my neck, biting just enough to make me gasp.

My head fell back with a soft thud.

“Off,” I breathed, tugging at his shirt. “All of it.”

He didn’t need to be told twice.

His jacket hit the floor, his shirt followed, and then his hands were under my skirt, pushing it up my thighs.

His palm cupped me through my panties, and I bucked against him, a low moan tearing from my throat.

“So wet already,” he growled against my collarbone. “All that attitude. and you’re already dripping for me.”

I didn’t deny it. How could I?

His fingers slid under the edge of my panties, and then two thick fingers pushed inside me.

I cried out, my hips moving in a frantic rhythm, riding his hand like it was the only thing keeping me alive.

The fog on the windows grew thicker, the world outside disappearing completely.

I reached out, my hand slapping against the cool, misted glass beside my head

My fingers slid down, leaving messy trails in the condensation.

Sebastian watched me, his eyes dark and hungry, before his hand covered mine, lacing our fingers together and pinning me gently against the window.

He unzipped his pants, freed himself, and positioned himself between my legs.

When he pushed inside, it wasn’t slow or gentle-it was a deep, claiming thrust that stole the air from my lungs.

My mouth fell open in a silent scream.

“Fuck. Sebastian.”

He set a brutal, perfect pace, each thrust hitting that spot inside me that made me see stars.

The car rocked slightly, the leather seats creaking under our weight.

My moans grew louder, mingling with his ragged breaths.

One of his hands gripped my hip, the other still held mine against the foggy window, our fingers locked tight.

I came with a broken sob, my inner walls clenching around him, pulling him deeper.

He followed with a low, guttural groan, spilling inside me, his body shuddering against mine.

It was past midnight.

I lay boneless against his chest, not moving, barely breathing. The onlysound was our slowly calming heartbeats.

“How long has it been since your thirty minutes?” His voice rumbled under my ear.

I smiled lazily. “Twenty. We’ve got ten left.”

Sebastian shifted, pulling my clothes back into place with a tenderness that contrasted sharply with what we’d just done. “Let’s use the last ten to drive home and sleep in a real bed.”

I shook my head, nuzzling into his warmth. “No. I like it here.” In this dark, enclosed space, swallowed by the night, it felt like we were the only two people under the moon. updated by jobnib.com I wanted to soak in this happiness, even if I knew, deep down, it might be just out of reach someday.

“So my Cece likes cars,” Sebastian murmured, his lips finding my ear again, making me shiver. “I’ve got an RV. When I have time, I’ll take you on a trip. You can have me wherever you want.” A thrill shot through me, warm and liquid.

But reality was a cold bitch. “You don’t have time. You’ve got a company to run.”

His breath trailed down my spine, over the wings of my shoulder blades, settling hot on the small of my back.

His hand slid between my thighs from behind.

My body, still sensitive from our earlier passion, responded instantly to his touch.

“We’ve still got ten minutes,” he reminded me, his voice a dark promise.

My breath hitched as his fingers traced patterns across my skin, reawakening every nerve ending.

“Sebastian,” I whispered, arching into him as he claimed me once more.

And he claimed me again.

The cramped heat of the car made everything more intense-every movement magnified, every sound amplified.

His scent-clean sweat, warm skin, something unmistakably him wrapped around me like an invisible tether.

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