My Marked Luna (Apphia and Nicholas) novel Chapter 3

Apphia

Sapphire blue eyes, jet black hair, and the loveliest smile I've ever seen. He is perfect in every way, yet I can't make out his face. I'm lying on my back, my body trembling as his fingers tease their way to my core.

"You're so perfect, Apphia," the stranger whispers in my ear. "I want to mark your neck and make you mine for real,"

His delicious lips descend on mine, and he pushes his tongue between my lips, exploring my mouth. His long, slender fingers are caressing my skin delicately, and I feel a burning sensation throughout my body. My pussy is pulsating and dripping for him.

"You're mine, baby," he murmurs, eyes consumed with lust. His lips are subjecting me to more pleasure as he leaves trails of kisses on my skin. My breath is irregular.

"Say it,"

"Hmm," a moan bubbles from my chest as I rock my hips back and forth against his massive hardness.

"Say it," he orders. I shiver, and then warmth spreads as his delicious scent shrouds me.

"I'm... Yours,"

His slow movements on my body make my brain foggy. I reach my hands to touch his broad shoulders as I press my body into him, wanting all of his warmth. Sexy growls, tears from his chest as he sucks my nipples. My skin is on fire; I want him ... so badly.

"Please," I beg. " I need you inside me," my voice is small and desperate.

"Fuck, you're driving me crazy, baby," he husks, a devilish smirk playing on his lush lips.

I wrap my legs around his waist so he doesn't stop. My heart races with desire as the fire burns within us. His penetrating gaze is on me, waiting for my approval or refusal. I nod, telling him to continue. He smiles slightly, taking it as a yes.

"I love you, Apphia,"

"I love you," I whisper, resuming our passionate kiss. He aligns his massive cock on my inviting, wet entrance, and I hear my breathing change, ready to receive him.

"Scarface, wake up!" I hear someone scream. I freeze, looking around to see where the voice is coming from.

I startle awake at the banging on my door. My hand clutches my heaving chest.

"Holy shit, that was an intense dream,"

I breathe in and out to calm my erratic heart. I bring my fingers to my core. It's moist. That dream was too absolute. I still feel the delightful sensation on my skin.

I lie back on the mattress for a minute, throwing an arm over my face as I mentally prepare myself for the demons that await me outside this room.

" Get the fuck out!"

"Coming," I groan at the incessant banging on the door.

I hop out of bed, feeling dizzy momentarily—something within starts to blossom. I feel ... energized. I don't feel any bodily pain after working my ass off yesterday. It's odd. A smile curls on my lips at the feeling. I focus on everything around me. I didn't know it was possible to have such a bright vision. I can smell freshly baked buns from the kitchen and hear sounds from outside, even as far as the training fields. I feel like I've awakened another sense.

I pull my hair in a ponytail and style it in curtain bangs to hide my scar. Before going out, I tuck my necklace under my shirt.

I spent the whole day cleaning the packhouse until it was spotless, and then I went to the laundry room. I sat there to read a book. It is the only place people rarely use in the packhouse, so I come here.

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