When The Moon Hides Her Crown novel Chapter 180

SERAPHINA

My gaze shifted downward, hesitant but unable to resist. The sight rooted me to the bed. His cock was already out, long, thick, and mercilessly hard, the tip glistening with his need. My breath hitched, my chest rose sharply as fear curled up my spine. I had seen men naked before, but nothing compared to this. Nothing compared to Ronan, swollen with desire, his rut written across every throbbing inch. He looked carved to ruin me, to split me apart, and I knew he had been holding himself back until this moment.

“It won’t fit,” I whispered, my voice trembling.

When my eyes lifted to his I found him biting the corner of a foil packet slowly and deliberately tearing it open while never looking away from me. As though he wanted me to watch every second, to understand exactly what he intended.

“It will fit,” he said darkly, sliding the condom over his thick length with measured strokes. The sight alone made my throat dry. Then, with a wicked grin, he slapped his cock against my sensitive clit.

“Ahh-!” My gasp tore free, my body jolting as sparks shot through me.

“This hungry, dripping pussy will eagerly take me,” he promised, his voice a sinful growl. He pressed the swollen head of his cock against my entrance, stretching me wide as he nudged inside. My lips parted in shock, my body arching helplessly as inch by inch he forced me open.

“So tight,” he hissed through gritted teeth, his cock sinking deeper with agonizing slowness. “I stretched you, loosened you yet you still grip me like a vice, Seraphina,” his groan rumbled low and primal, hips rolling as he pushed further in.

The stretch burned. My body pulsed and clutched around him, torn between resistance and surrender. A cry spilled from my throat, my nails digging into his arms, yet threaded through the discomfort was something else, something darker, sweeter, a hidden pleasure curling deep within.

Ronan’s mouth trailed to my neck, his lips hot against my skin, teeth scraping before biting down with desperate restraint. His ragged breathing, his groan vibrating against my throat, told me just how tightly he was clinging to control.

With every measured thrust, he was buried deeper. My body fought, then yielded, adjusting to the size of him until the ache dulled and waves of heat unfurled through me. Slowly, unbearably, the burn transformed into something sharper as pleasure bloomed where pain had been.

“Ronan…” His name left me in a moan, weak and pleading.

That sound shattered the last of his restraint. His eyes flashed with his wolf, wild and blazing with rut. In the next heartbeat, he slammed forward, driving his entire length inside me.

“Ahhh-!” I cried, my head snapping back, spine arching off the bed. Pain and pleasure violently collide, tearing through me in one raw, overwhelming wave. My hands clutched his arms, trembling as my body convulsed around him.

“Fuck,” he groaned against my neck, his voice guttural as he pulled back and thrust in again, harder, rougher. All pretense of gentleness was gone. His hips pounded against mine, his cock claiming me ruthlessly, stretching me to my limits.

Tears leaked from the corners of my eyes at the sheer intensity, but I never told him to stop. I didn’t want him to. Every brutal thrust sent my pussy clenching tighter around him, every deep stroke pulling another shuddering wave of pleasure through me.

It was at that moment my shame dissolved. I loved it. I loved the way he ruined me, the way his cock drove me wild with each merciless thrust, the way his dominance branded me as his.

“Ahhh…Ronan, yes…” My voice broke in ecstasy, my teary eyes finding his.

Chapter 180 Fucking The Real Me

Seeing my flushed cheeks, my tear–streaked face, only drove him deeper into madness. His rut consumed him. “You’re fucking driving me insane, Seraphina,” he growled, spreading my thighs wider hooking them over his arms, seating himself all the way inside me with a feral groan.

His eyes roamed over my hard, pointed nipples before capturing one in his mouth, sucking harder while never once stopping his cock from pleasuring my dripping pussy. His tongue swirled, teasing, before his lips trailed up to my shoulder, leaving burning love bites on my skin until a sharp jolt struck me. My breath caught in my lungs as his thick length brushed a spot inside me that sent lightning through my veins.

“Ohhh…” I clapped a hand over my mouth to smother the moan that ripped out of me. What was that? It felt dangerously good.

He locked eyes with me, dark and hungry, his cock hardening even further at my reaction. The next thrust landed in the same spot, stealing the strength from my limbs as they trembled beneath him. “Is it here?” he whispered against my cheek, biting it softly before driving into my weak spot again. Once. Twice. Again and again, until I was shaking uncontrollably under his relentless rhythm.

I pressed my palm harder over my lips, struggling to hold back the cries clawing up my throat, when suddenly he caught my wrist and yanked it away. “Don’t hide your moans from me,” he growled, throwing my legs over his shoulder and angling his thrusts even deeper.

Panic crawled under my skin. I couldn’t moan. If I did, anyone passing by the door would hear us. They would know what we were doing.

“I said, don’t stop!” his voice was a harsh groan, his hips pistoning mercilessly against that sweet, devastating spot.

The unimaginable pleasure drowned out my fear of being caught, ripping the last of my restraint to shreds. loud moan tore out of me before Ronan crushed his mouth over mine, swallowing every sound, his kiss deep and consuming.

My nails raked down his back as the kiss devoured me, our bodies moving in sync, skin slapping against skin, the room filled with our tangled breaths. Then it came again, that sensation swirling low in my belly, coiling tighter and tighter. He must have felt it because his hand slid down between us, his fingers ruthless on my swollen clit rubbing, pinching, circling with the same rough pace as his thrusts.

“AHHHH…Ronan!!” I cried out, clutching the bedsheets in desperation. “I’m cummingggg-”

He laced his hand with mine, pinning it above my head as his cock made me senseless. “Cum with me,” he groaned against my collarbone, his eyes burning with untamed hunger, lingering on the spot where his mark belonged. “Milk my cock, Seraphina.”

One more brutal thrust shattered me completely. My climax tore through me in violent waves, my pussy spasming helplessly around him, squeezing, clenching, milking his cock just as he demanded. He roared his release into my neck, hips jerking as he spilled at the same time, his groans vibrating against my skin.

The world blurred around me, my body twitching with aftershocks as his length pulsed deep inside. He didn’t pull out. He stayed buried, caging me beneath his weight, his hot breath mingling with my ragged pants as I struggled to catch my breath.

I had never imagined sex could feel like this, so raw, so overwhelming, so reinously good. He had fucked every last sense out of me, leaving me trembling beneath him.

His wolf still burned in his dark, violent eyes as he leaned down to press his lips softly against mine. “So beautiful,” he whispered.

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