When The Moon Hides Her Crown novel Chapter 179

SERAPHINA

Chapter 179 The Devil Between My Thighs

“Spread your legs for me.”

That single command was filthy enough to make the ache between my thighs throb with unbearable need. I lay beneath him in nothing but my panties, my body exposed to his piercing gaze, my heart hammering so loud I was sure he could hear it. My eyes stilled on the sight before me, his scarred eight–pack abs carved like stone, and the dangerous, straining bulge threatening to tear free of his pants. I swallowed hard, my mouth dry. It seemed…too big, too consuming.

“If you keep looking at me like that, Seraphina, I won’t be able to hold back. I’ll fuck you before I even prepare you,” Ronan drawled, his smirk dark and taunting as his hand pressed against his arousal as though tempted to free it.

Heat scorched my cheeks. I tore my gaze away, mortified that he’d caught me staring. Though the sight of my flushed ears and trembling lips only fanned the wildfire in his eyes, turning them molten with raw desire.

“Fuck…” he growled, seizing my chin and forcing my face back to his. His mouth crashed against mine before I could breathe, his kiss a brutal claim that set my body ablaze. I gasped, the sound swallowed by him as his lips devoured mine with hungry desperation. The taste of him was intoxicating, a dark hunger I couldn’t resist.

My lips parted helplessly, surrendering. His tongue plunged into my mouth, fierce and unrelenting, tangling with mine in a wicked duel that I was doomed to lose. Every stroke, every nip of my lower lip, every sinful suck left me drowning deeper in him. His passion was relentless, addictive each kiss tearing down the walls I didn’t even realize I’d built.

His hard length pressed insistently against my pussy, the heat of it searing through the thin fabric of my panties, making me shudder. Our breaths mingled, ragged and desperate, until I could no longer tell if I was breathing him in or if he was breathing me.

Ronan’s hand slid down my side, rough fingers tracing the curve of my waist as though committing every inch of me to memory. Then slowly it slid up to cup, fondle, and massage my breast.

A moan slipped from my lips, muffled by his kiss, when his thumb caught my nipple and pinched it with slow, deliberate pressure, circling and teasing until my body arched helplessly into his hand.

Trailing away from my mouth, Ronan pressed a line of burning kisses down my neck to my chest, before burying his face between my breasts. My chest rose and fell against him, trembling from the heat of his breath, from the way his lips brushed so reverently against my skin as though he were drinking in my scent. My eyes fluttered closed, surrendering to every sinful caress, until a sudden cry escaped me-

“Ahh!”

His mouth had closed around my nipple. The wet heat of him consumed me, his tongue flicking and circling the sensitive peak with wicked precision. My eyes flew open, only to find his gaze locked on mine, unyielding, as if daring me to watch every depraved thing he did to me.

The sight of him sucking, tonguing, teasing me with his mouth dragged a flush of shame and raw pleasure up my neck. I gasped, my head tipping back, helpless as his teeth grazed me in a teasing bite that sent tremors down my spine.

“So hard…and tempting,” he murmured, voice dark velvet, before claiming my other neglected bud.

The shock of heat and pressure pulled another hiss from my lips, pain and pleasure tangling until I couldn’t tell them apart. His tongue lashed, his teeth grazed, his mouth pulled me deeper into shamelessness. My chest rose instinctively to meet him, desperate to give him more. My fingers threaded into his hair, urging him closer, pressing his mouth harder against me as if my body already knew what it wanted before my mind could admit it.

He groaned at my neediness, sucking with rougher hunger, and the sound reverberated straight through me. My soft moans filled the air, broken and breathless, while his free hand slid lower, down my belly, until his

Chapter 179 The Devil Between My Thighs

fingertips grazed the thin barrier of my panties. My breath caught violently.

His eyes lifted to mine, blazing with lust. Yet he didn’t rush. Instead, he tormented me, fingers tracing over the damp fabric, pressing just enough to make me writhe beneath him.

“Already soaked for me,” he whispered, his lips brushing mine. His voice was a low growl of silk and fire. “Do you even realize what you do to me, Seraphina?”

With that, he pushed the fabric aside. My body jerked as his fingers slid into my pussy, breaching me with a deliberate slowness that made my lungs seize.

I had touched myself before, in the privacy of shameful desperation but this–this was altogether different. His touch was consuming, commanding, pulling apart every thread of control I thought I had. My hand shot up to clutch his shoulder, nails digging in as his finger sank deeper, curling inside me until my body clenched around him in helpless response.

His lips brushed the corner of my mouth, gentle despite the raw hunger in his touch. “I’ll try to be gentle,” he promised, his voice roughened by restraint. I felt his wolf stir, brushing against mine, soothing and grounding me even as fire raged in every vein.

Then he began to move. Slow at first, stretching me, coaxing me to yield. The initial discomfort ebbed beneath the rhythm of his strokes, replaced by a building wave of need that made my body chase every thrust of his hand.

Soon his pace quickened. Faster, deeper. My thighs trembled, legs parting wider in instinctive surrender. The wet sounds of his finger sliding into me filled the room as shame burned my cheeks, but not enough to drown out the waves of pleasure crashing through me.

Ronan’s gaze never left my face. He drank in every gasp, every shiver, every broken moan as though they were! treasures he would keep forever. His fingers drove me higher, wilder, until my body felt like it was no longer mine, only his.

Shyly, I turned my face away, trying to hide the flush burning across my cheeks only to choke on my breath when he slid in another finger without warning. My body seized around him, tight and unyielding, as the stretch tore a gasp from my throat. My eyes instinctively darted back to him, only to find his lips curved into that wicked smirk.

“Look at me, Seraphina,” Ronan softly commanded, his voice low and coaxing even as his fingers worked me mercilessly. Both plunged deep inside my channel, stretching and thrusting with slow precision before driving harder, faster, playing with my body as though it belonged to him alone.

The pleasure was unbearable. I gasped, slapping the back of my hand over my mouth to smother the broken sounds spilling from me. My wide eyes followed helplessly as he slid in a third finger, forcing me open even further with his long thick fingers.

“Ahhh-!” My head fell back, my teeth sinking into my lower lip to keep from screaming. The ache was sharp, burning, but the pleasure twined with it until I no longer knew if I wanted him to stop or to bury his cock deep inside me.

Ronan’s breath ghosted over my face, hot and steady. I startled when his tongue flicked against the corner of my lips, licking away a tear I hadn’t realized had escaped. His mouth brushed against my closed eyelids in a soft kiss.

“It’s alright,” he murmured, “I’ll make sure this dripping pussy can take at least three fingers so that it can handle my cock.” His words slid into my ear like sin, hushed and filthy, while his teeth nipped my earlobe. His fingers never stopped stretching, thrusting, filling me with a ruthless rhythm.

“Relax. Let me finger fuck you properly.”

As he said it, his thumb pressed against my clit, circling, teasing, stroking until sparks shot through me like lightning. My lips parted on a strangled moan, shame drowned beneath the rising tide of want. His dirty

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