The Sickened Luna's Last Chance novel Chapter 75

Chapter 75

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Chapter 75

I almost laughed at the absurdity of it. Alexander had never shown any interest in seeing me naked. We’d been married for five years and had never had sex, never even kissed until that press conference.

Still, as I ran my fingers over the silky material, I couldn’t help but feel a tug of curiosity. I hadn’t worn anything like this in years-not since the early days of our marriage when I had still foolishly hoped Alexander might someday want me to share a bed with him.

Back then, I had bought similar lingerie, had lain awake in my tiny bedroom wearing it, fantasizing about Alexander coming all the way from the other wing to see me and being unable to hold himself back once he realized what I was wearing.

But he never came, and eventually, I packed it all away, burning it in the fireplace along with my girlish dreams.

Glancing around to make sure I was alone, I gathered up the lingerie and headed back upstairs. It couldn’t hurt to try it on, right? Just to see how it looked. It wasn’t like anyone would ever see me in it. Then I would burn it just like the last batch.

Once I was alone, I quietly shut the door and stripped down to nothing. I selected a black lace bodysuit and stepped into it, pulling it up over my hips and sliding my arms through the thin

straps.

My eyes widened when I turned to look in the mirror.

“Whoa,” I whispered.

I barely recognized myself.

The black lace fit the dip of my waist perfectly. The plunging neckline showed off my cleavage even more than that dress I’d worn last night. Black was my color, wasn’t it? It seemed to suit me extraordinarily well, as if it had been made for me.

I looked… sexy. Confident. Like a bombshell.

Was this what Alexander would see if he walked in right now? His wife, his mate, looking like this?

The thought took root before I could squash it, making my belly turn warm like someone had poured hot honey down my throat.

I couldn’t help but imagine it-Alexander coming back early from his meeting, opening the bedroom door, freezing in place when he saw me like this. His green eyes would darken, his pupils dilating as he took me in.

He would close the door behind him, crossing the room in three long strides until he was standing right behind me, close enough that I could feel the heat radiating from his body. Our

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eyes would meet in the mirror, and I would see hunger in his gaze…

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His hands would come to rest on my hips, his fingers pressing into my skin through the thin lace. His lips would find my neck, trailing hot kisses from my shoulder to my ear.

“You’re beautiful,” he would whisper. “So fucking beautiful. My mate…”

Goddess, I knew I shouldn’t be fantasizing about this, but I couldn’t help it. I couldn’t stop thinking about how I would turn in his arms then, reaching up to thread my fingers through his hair, pulling his mouth down to mine.

And this time, the kiss would be real. It would be more than a peck, but rather a dance of tongues, of nipping one another’s lower lips, of tasting each other.

Maybe his mouth would trail down to my throat. Maybe his teeth would gently pierce my skin. Then we would stumble toward the bed, hands exploring, bodies pressed together. He would lay me down gently, his eyes never leaving mine as he…

I shook my head sharply, dispelling the fantasy. This was ridiculous. Dangerous. Alexander would never look at me that way. Never touch me that way. Never want me that way.

But standing there in the lingerie, seeing myself as desirable, as worthy of desire… it was hard not to wish for it. Didn’t every wife want her husband to see her like this? To look at her like she was the only woman in the world? To make her feel beautiful and wanted?

I quickly turned away, inwardly chiding myself for this stupid fantasy. This was a bad idea. I needed to get this thing off and throw out all of the evidence before anyone else saw.

Just as I was reaching up to remove the straps of the bodysuit, however, I heard the sound of the bedroom door creaking open. I froze and whirled around, expecting to see Alexander standing there, just like my daydream. But it wasn’t him.

It was Gabriel who was standing there, staring at me, his

eyes

wide.

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