Page 110 of The Possessive Alpha’s Reborn Luna

"Mommy is right here." My heart instantly softened. I wrapped my arms around him. "Don't be scared, sweetheart."

"I can't sleep by myself," he said sadly. "Can you tell me a story?"

I instinctively looked at Cedric.

His expression... how should I put it? It looked like he was desperately trying to suppress the urge to lose his mind.

"Of course." I found it a little funny, but I still agreed to Ethan's request. "How about Mommy holds you, and Daddy tells you a story?"

I carried Ethan over to the edge of the bed and gently patted his back, hoping he would fall asleep quickly. Otherwise, Cedric might truly lose his patience.

Cedric sat down beside us as well and picked up a storybook. Although he tried his best to make his voice gentle, I could still sense his impatience and longing beneath it. He probably wished Ethan could fall asleep instantly.

"Once upon a time, there was a little rabbit..."

After about half an hour of storytelling, Ethan finally fell asleep again.

Only then did I carefully put him back into his bed and tuck the blanket around him.

Cedric stared at his son for a long while.

"Sleep well, little one," he whispered. "Daddy will play with you tomorrow."

Then he turned around and grabbed my hand.

"Let's go."

"Where?"

"To somewhere far away from this little devil."

He grabbed my hand and quickly led me out of the room, hurrying down the corridor to a guest room on the other side of the castle.

The moment the door closed, he pinned me against it.

"Cedric..."

"Let's continue," he said, kissing me fiercely, his voice thick with urgency and desire.

"If that little rascal interrupts us again," he growled through gritted teeth, unbuttoning my clothes while kissing my neck, "I'll be the first king in history to go mad from sexual frustration."

I couldn't help but laugh. "Wouldn't that be embarrassing?"

"Exactly," he looked up, his eyes burning with hunger. "So you need to take responsibility for me."

"How?"

"By cooperating fully." He scooped me up in his arms and carried me to the bed. "No more 'gentle,' no more 'slow.' I want you to beg me to go harder, to be rougher, to give you more orgasms."

"Okay," I agreed softly. "Tonight, I'm all yours."

His eyes flashed with excitement. "You said it."

This time, he wasn't gentle at all. His movements were urgent and almost savage, as if he wanted to release every ounce of longing he'd held back for the past three months.

My clothes were tossed to the floor. I lay completely naked before him as his gaze swept over me like fire, from my face down to my toes and back up again.

"Do you know how beautiful you are?" His voice was hoarse. "So beautiful that every time I see you, I want to hide you away so no one else can look at you."