When The Moon Hides Her Crown novel Chapter 156

Could this be a dream?

I closed my eyes and leaned into him, surrendering to the kiss that was deep, passionate, and consuming. If this was a dream, I wanted to stay lost in it forever.

Ronan’s lips stilled against mine for a heartbeat. When I opened my eyes, his gaze burned into me, wolfish and raw, as if he had just been given the impossible. “Was this kiss…a mistake?” he whispered.

My heart stumbled in my chest. Heat rushed to my face, and I looked away, unable to lie again. But Ronan tilted my chin back, forcing my eyes to meet his.

“Tell me, Seraphina,” his voice was low, rough, “Tell me if this was a mistake.”

My lips trembled. “It was never a mistake,” I whispered, before shyly turning my back to him.

I didn’t need to see him to know he was smiling. My heart thudded wildly as I felt his gaze roaming over my bare skin. I curled tighter, trying to hide behind my hair, though the fire in my body betrayed me, sweaty, trembling, unbearably hot.

Then warmth enveloped me. Ronan’s arms slid around my waist, pulling me against his chest. His lips brushed my shoulder. “Seraphina, you are not cursed just because those who you loved died,” he murmured, voice steady, absolute. “Your fear for me tells me your feelings for me. You can lie, build walls, push me away, but in the end, I’ll break through. Because you and I, we’re bound.”

His fingers skimmed slowly up to my throat, his touch feather–light, claiming. “You will never see the glimpse of my death because I have put my life in your hands. If I die one day, it will only be by your choice.”

A tear slipped from the corner of my eye. My heart broke and healed in the same breath, and I lost the last plece of resistance I had clung to.

I looked over my shoulder to meet his gaze and crashed my lips to his. This kiss was in no way soft, it was fire and surrender, his mouth devoured mine, his tongue tangling with mine until I moaned against him. His growl rumbled deep in his chest as he pinned me closer, kissing me harder, fiercer like he was sealing the fact that I was his, and I was too lost to ever fight it again.

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His hand slid to my chest, pressing my back flush against the hardness of his body. My breath caught when his palm curved lower, gripping me, pulling me into him as though he couldn’t get enough. His lips left mine only to trail down my jaw, hot and hungry, branding fire along my throat before returning to my mouth again.

“Ronan…” I gasped, my fingers tangling in his hair as he lifted me effortlessly into his arms. My legs wrapped around his waist instinctively, his heat searing through me. He laid me back against the mattress, hovering above me, his eyes blazing with a hunger that both terrified and thrilled me.

When his hand brushed over my nipples, my heart thundered in my chest.

“Ronan…”

“Push me away now,” he whispered, his breath hot against my neck, “or I might not stop…even if you cry.”

Instead of resisting, my eyes fluttered shut. My wolf stirred, curling into his, tangled and trembling in his embrace.

“Ahhh…” a helpless moan slipped from me as his lips grazed my neck, slow and consuming. It felt so good–so good it burned.

Only that was when I felt it. Something hard pressed against my ass.

My eyes flew open. “W–what is that?” I whispered, trembling.

His lips didn’t leave my skin. “It’s because you smell so sweet, Seraphina.”

My pulse stumbled. He was hard. Terrifyingly hard.

He groaned, his voice rough with strain. “Seraphina, it hurts.”

I dared a glance over my shoulder. His flushed face betrayed him, his eyes glazed with hunger. He was holding on by a thread. “It hurts, Seraphina…do you feel achy too?”

Heat pooled between my thighs, shame tightening around me. I had been aching, dripping, unbearably desperate but how could I say that aloud? If I were alone, I might’ve touched myself just to breathe. But not here. Not in front of him. I was just too ashamed.

“No,” I lied, clamping my thighs together.

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The corner of his mouth curved knowingly. He leaned in, his whisper sinfully low. “I can’t control it anymore…so I’ll release myself. Okay?”

My nails scratched the ground, my chest heaving. “D–do whatever you want,” I stammered.

A moment later, his soft groans filled the space behind me. My body froze. He was still pressed against me, skin to skin, his hand stroking himself right there, against my back.

My ears burned, my pussy throbbed, and his muffled moans only made the ache worse. Every sound, every movement pulled me closer to the edge I swore I wouldn’t cross.

Then the rhythm stopped.

Was he finished?

My breath hitched when his voice broke the silence. “Seraphina…I can’t get it off. Can I-”

My head whipped around, panic sparking. Was he planning to put it inside me? “Absolutely not!” I snapped. If we had unprotected sex while I was in heat…he’d end up knotting me, knocking me up.

I tried to pull away, but Ronan’s arm clamped around my waist like iron.

“I’m not asking to fuck you,” he murmured against my ear, voice hoarse and hot. Then he added, low.and wicked, “Not yet.”

My breath hitched. Yet. The word alone made my thighs clench.

“For now,” he continued, biting his lower lip as his eyes darkened, “Let me borrow your thighs.”

I froze. “Th–thighs?”

He nodded, eyes devouring me. “Yeah. Just your thighs. That’s enough for now or else my rut might kick in.”

The mention of rut sent a shiver of fear and heat straight through me. If that happened, he’d knot me senseless, breed me until my body broke under him. My wolf whimpered, torn between terror and aching need. I wanted him…so badly.

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My eyes betrayed me, darting down. His cock was pressed hard against my ass, thick and heavy, twitching with hunger. I’d seen him naked before, but like this swollen, veined, lethal it looked dangerous, as if it could split me in two.

“Just thighs,” I whispered, my face burning, “No putting it inside me.”

A slow, filthy smile spread across his lips. “Of course, no putting it in…” he leaned close, his breath scorching my ear, “…yet.”

That word again made my whole body flush. I swallowed hard as he pushed me down on my side, molding his chest against my back.

His hand slid from my waist to my belly, lower and lower until it cupped my ass from behind. My entire body jerked as heat exploded under his touch. He shifted, grinding his cock down between the fleshy orbs until his member slid it between my thighs.

I gasped when the thick head brushed directly between my slick pussy lips.

“Fuck,” he groaned, thrusting again. This time it dragged across my clit, making my knees tremble.

“R–Ronan-” I tried to protest, but his mouth crashed onto mine, swallowing my gasp in a bruising kiss. His hips snapped forward, rutting between my thighs, coating himself in my wetness.

The head of his cock rubbed over my clit again and again, perfectly, mercilessly. My moans melted into his mouth, shameless and desperate.

He pulled back just enough to growl, “You’re soaking me, Seraphina. You’re dripping for me.”

A hot tear slipped from the corner of my eye. Pleasure so sharp it almost hurt had me shaking. Each thrust pressed his cock right against my entrance, so close it felt like he was about to push inside, the worst part was I didn’t know if I wanted him to stop.

“Touch yourself,” Ronan rasped. His hand seized mine, dragging it between my legs. “It’s achy, isn’t it? Then finger–fuck yourself before I do.”

My shame burned hotter than the heat tearing through me. Still when he forced two of my trembling fingers into my slick core, a broken cry spilled from my lips.

“AHH!” My body jolted, clenching desperately around my own fingers, I wanted

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to pull out, hide, deny it but Ronan’s hand covered mine, forcing them in and out, deeper, faster.

“Good girl,” he hissed, his cock still pounding between my thighs, “Fuck yourself for me.”

The wet slap of my thighs against his cock grew louder, filthier. His shaft was soaked in my juices, while my fingers drove deeper under his control.

“F–fuck,” Ronan groaned against my ear, both his thrusts and mine growing wilder. His face buried in my neck, his teeth grazed my skin, threatening to bite while he teased my clit. “You’re gonna cum, aren’t you? Cum on your fingers while I use your thighs. Cum for me, Seraphina.”

“R–Ronan, I–ahhh!” My words dissolved into a scream as my body snapped, convulsing around my fingers. My release gushed out, coating his hand and mine in slick heat.

He groaned savagely, rutting faster, his cock sliding against my dripping entrance until he suddenly stiffened. With a shuddering growl, he spilled hot cum between my thighs, painting my skin white as he moaned against my ear.

But even as he emptied himself, he didn’t stop. He kept thrusting, grinding his release into my soaked thighs until every drop was wrung from him.

We collapsed together, sweat–slick and panting, my fingers still buried inside me, his cum dripping down my legs. His chest rose and fell against my back, hot and heavy.

He roughly kissed my neck and whispered, voice ragged but firm, “Not yet, Seraphina but soon. Next time, I’m not stopping at your thighs.”

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