Abandoned Luna Now Untouchable (Cecilia) novel Chapter 198

Chapter 198 Efficient Bathing Method

Cecilia’s pov

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My suggestion hung between us, and I watched as Sebastian’s eyes shifted-from intense to something darker, hungrier. Almost feral.

His Adam’s apple bobbed in a slow, deliberate swallow that seemed to echo in the sudden silence. He didn’t speak, didn’t warn me–his hand came to my face, fingers pressing against my jaw as his mouth crashed onto mine.

It wasn’t a gentle kiss. It was possession. His lips were hot, almost hard, moving over mine with a desperation that stole my breath.

He kissed me like a man starved, and I… I dissolved. Thought fled.

My knees buckled, and when he pulled away, I swayed, unmoored.

He didn’t let me fall. In one fluid motion, he lifted me into his arms and carried me toward the bedroom, his silence more potent than any words.

In the bathroom, the wide showerhead roared to life, cascading water in a warm, heavy

curtain.

Steam quickly enveloped us, thick and humid, weaving a private, steamy world where nothing existed but the two of us.

He pressed me against the cool, tiled wall-a shock of contrast to the heat of the water and

his skin.

Droplets streamed over our bodies, tracing the lines of muscle and curve.

His hands were everywhere, mapping my skin with a rough reverence, while his mouth found the sensitive hollow of my neck, nipping and soothing in turn.

“Cece.”

My name was a guttural sound, ripped from his chest, his voice rough with need.

My fingers dug into the solid strength of his shoulders as he lifted me effortlessly, my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist.

I could feel him then-the hard, insistent press of his arousal against my core, a promise of

what was to come.

“f**k, you’re wet for me,” he grunted, his fingers sliding through my slick folds. “Is all this for

me?”

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“Yes,” I gasped, my head falling back. “Only ever for you.”

He didn’t wait. He drove into me with one deep, claiming thrust, filling me completely.

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A sharp cry tore from my lips, my nails scoring his back. The water continued to pour over us, a relentless, sensual rhythm matching his own.

“Your p***y feels like heaven,” he groaned, his hips setting a punishing pace. “So perfect and tight around my cock.”

Words failed me.

Pleasure, sharp and coiling, built low in my belly, a storm gathering force.

My thoughts scattered, my world narrowing to the feel of him moving inside me.

“Come for me, Cece,” he demanded, his thrusts growing faster, more urgent. “I need to feel you let go. Come on my cock.”

It was a command I couldn’t disobey. The coil snapped, and I shattered.

My body convulsed around his, a wave of pure ecstasy wracking through me as I screamed his name into the steamy air.

My release triggered his own; with a final, deep thrust and a low, animalistic growl against my neck, he found his peak, spilling his heat inside me.

We stood there, panting, clinging to each other as the water began to cool.

But he was far from done with me.

He carried me to the bed and laid me gently onto the soft sheets, then lowered himself over me. His kisses traveled from my lips down my neck, finally lingering on my chest.

He took one peak into his mouth, teasing with his tongue, alternating between gentle sucking and light nibbling that sent shivers of pleasure coursing through me.

A moan escaped my lips as my fingers tangled in his thick hair. Meanwhile, his fingers worked their magic on my other breast, rolling and pinching until the n****e grew taut beneath his touch. The dual sensations overwhelmed me.

“Sebastian…” I gasped, my back arching instinctively, seeking more.

He chuckled, his warm breath ghosting over my sensitized skin. “You like that, don’t you?” With that, he intensified the rhythm of his tongue.

Pleasure washed over me, leaving my thoughts scattered. “Yes… so much…”

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He worshipped me with his lips and tongue until I lost count of my climaxes, my pleas melting into a broken litany.

Later, I lay spent and boneless, feeling thoroughly ruined.

He gathered me against him, and when he noticed my parched throat, he brought a glass of water to my lips.

I drank greedily, grateful for his care.

As he settled back beside me, the silk of his robe fell open, revealing the sculpted perfection of his chest.

His fingers traced lazy, possessive patterns along my back.

“Showering together was… efficient,” he said, a low rumble of amusement in his voice. “We should make it a daily ritual.”

I closed my eyes, every muscle protesting.

“I’m exhausted. I need to sleep.” I felt as though I’d been remade from the inside out, and the thought of ever suggesting another shower seemed ludicrous.

“Tired?” His hand slid lower, cupping my hip. “Wake up, Cece. We could always… talk.”

His mouth found my back, planting a trail of soft, searing kisses down the length of my spine.

Despite the deep weariness, my body responded, a fresh, low thrum of desire igniting at his

touch.

He drew the towel from my body, his hands rediscovering every curve and hollow as if

committing me to memory.

“You’re so devastatingly beautiful,” he whispered into the skin of my shoulder, the words a

reverent caress.

He turned me onto my back, his eyes dark pools of pure, unadulterated hunger.

Without a word, he lowered his head between my legs, his tongue delving into the heart of

I cried out, the fatigue incinerated by a fresh surge of pleasure.

His tongue was a master, knowing exactly how to wring every last sensation from me.

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