Page 53 of A Sinful Gravity

Those words snapped the last thread in me.

"How can you do this to me... vanish for six years, come back and deny me even an explanation! And you had a... kid." I growled low.

What about my longing all this time? I screwed up, no denying it, but I deserved a chance to explain, to fix it! Not this ice-cold stare, claiming the kid isn't mine!

Anger flared in Luna's eyes. "Cassian, you've got no right to complain!"

She scoffed. "You think one sorry erases those freezing nights, the humiliation? That night, I heard you loud and clear—you said I disgusted you, in front of everyone!"

"Drunk talk!"

"Truth as well!" Her eyes reddened.

Seeing her like that, I shut up. But rage and frustration throbbed in my veins. Our bodies so close, the room heated up, tension crackling like fire.

"Let go... Cassian!" She struggled, but it only drove her scent deeper into me.

I didn't. Pulled her tighter. Lavender mixed with her skin, six years gone but hitting me like yesterday. I shook.

Memories flooded—nights with her under me, biting her lip to stay quiet, melting into my arms.

I tried a kiss on her forehead, and my mind exploded.

My body reacted fast, hard. Aching against her stomach. She stiffened, felt it.

My Luna. Gone six years, but still igniting me in a heartbeat.

I lost it. Amid her curses, I crushed my mouth to hers, rough, no softness—just years of pent-up longing, regret, obsession.

She fought at first, shoving, but I kissed harder, pinned her to the wall, hands sliding up from her waist. Her shirt clung damp, thin. I felt her heat, her pulse matching mine.

My tongue forced past her teeth, tangled with hers, tasting the salt of her tears.

I slid my hand down, fingers dipping between her thighs. She was soaked, slick and ready, and it sent a jolt through me, making me groan against her mouth. Fuck, she was wet for me—dripping, her body betraying every cold word she'd thrown.

My cock throbbed, pressing hard against her, letting her feel the heat, the hardness I'd been holding back. I ground into her, slow at first, then insistent, my fingers circling her clit, teasing the entrance, pushing in just enough to make her gasp.

She arched, hips bucking involuntarily, but I didn't stop—stroked deeper, faster, feeling her clench around me.

The wetness coated my hand, warm and inviting, driving me wild. I rubbed her relentlessly, thumb pressing her swollen nub while my fingers curled inside, hitting that spot that made her tremble.

I leaned in, whispering hot against her ear, "See? You're fucking drenched for me, Luna. Can't hide it." I added pressure, thrusting my fingers in rhythm, my erection grinding against her hip, the friction making me ache. Her walls fluttered, and I felther building, the slick heat intensifying. God, it was intoxicating—her arousal soaking through, making everything slippery, urgent.

At first, she shoved and fought, hands tight on my chest. But her breath turned chaotic, that instinctive shiver giving her away. I felt her rigid body soften, the old rhythm waking between our tangled lips.

Gradually, her pushes weakened, fingers digging into my shoulders, nails biting—not fighting anymore, holding on.

Her body responded. Waist going limp, legs trembling, breath ragged like she might break.

It thrilled me, made me grin low and hoarse. "Your body's a hell of a lot more honest than your mouth."

Luna's face flushed crimson, but she snapped back, "This means nothing... anyone could..."

"Anyone?" Jealousy flared hot. I ripped her shirt open with a growl. "Seb? Does he do this to you?"

"Shut up! You're shameless!" I silenced her with another kiss, then trailed down. Collarbone, chest, stomach.

I dropped to my knees, yanking her pants down roughly, exposing her. She gasped, hands fisting my hair, but I didn't care—pushed her thighs apart with my shoulders, my mouth diving in. I licked her hard, tongue flat against her clit, sucking without mercy, the taste of her flooding me.