Abandoned Luna: Now Untouchable-Chapter 419 In the Light of Morning

Cecilia’s pov

When we reached our room, I collapsed onto the bed, my body finally surrendering to fatigue.

Sebastian immediately knelt down, taking my feet in his hands to slip off my heels and replace them with comfortable slippers.

As he did, one large hand gripped my calf while the other traced the curve of my waist, his tall frame moving over me.

His palm cradled the back of my neck, and as I tilted my head up, his warm lips claimed mine.

After only a second of surprise, I wrapped my arms around his neck, arching further into the kiss as our tongues tangled.

I loved the way he kissed me. What had started as pure physical attraction had evolved into something more, silently seeping into my heart with each passing day.

"Mmm..." I moaned softly as he broke the kiss.

I whimpered in protest, opening my water-glazed eyes and pulling him back by his shirt collar, pressing our lips together once more.

Our breathing grew heavier, more urgent.

Sebastian’s long fingers, veins prominent with restraint, caressed my neck as he struggled to control himself, yet still deepened the kiss with barely restrained desire.

His other hand slid down my side, gripping my hip hard enough to bruise, pulling me against him.

The heat of him seeped through, and my body responded before my brain could catch up.

My hips leaned forward in a desperate, instinctive search for more friction.

My dress soon joined the floor, and his once-immaculate suit had been thoroughly disheveled by my eager hands.

My honey-toned thighs wrapped around his waist like serpents, pulling him closer.

The fabric of his pants rubbed against my bare cunt, rough and teasing, and I gasped against his mouth.

I was already soaked.

I arched against him, trying to angle myself so I could feel the ridge of his cock through his pants, needing something, anything.

"Please," I heard myself whisper, and I didn’t even know what I was asking for.

Sebastian moved down, positioning me above him so I was sitting on his face. His skilled tongue began working against me in ways that made coherent thought impossible.

The first stroke of his tongue through my soaked folds made my whole body jerk.

He held me steady, his strong hands gripping my thighs, spreading me wider.

He licked into me slow at first, tasting, teasing, then faster, harder, his tongue finding that spot that made stars explode behind my eyes.

I rocked against his mouth, chasing it, and he let me, encouraged me, his low groans vibrating against my cunt and making it worse.

Better. Fuck.

With each movement, his nose brushed against my clitoris.

I was on the verge of reaching orgasm.

Then he used his lips to hold the sensitive nerve bundle and gently stimulated it with his tongue.

That was it.

I shattered, crying out his name, my thighs clamping around his head while wave after wave of pleasure ripped through me.

He didn’t stop, didn’t let up, just kept licking and sucking until I was trembling and oversensitive and begging him to stop.

Under his expert ministrations, I soon shattered into release, my entire body trembling with pleasure.

When Sebastian lifted his face, his voice was hoarse with need. "Feel better now?" he rasped. "Help me."

He guided my hand to his length, showing me how to bring him to his own climax.

My fingers wrapped around his cock.

he groaned, a low, rough sound that went straight to my core.

I stroked him the way he showed me, my hand moving up and down his shaft, feeling every ridge and vein under my palm.

Pre-come leaked from the tip, slicking the way, and I used my thumb to spread it, circling the head the way I’d seen him do to himself.

His head fell back, his jaw tight, his breathing ragged.

"Faster," he gritted out, and I obeyed, my grip firm, my strokes relentless.

His hips jerked up into my fist, once, twice, and then he was coming, hot stripes of release spilling over my fingers, his stomach, my thighs.

I kept stroking until he pushed my hand away, oversensitive and spent, his chest heaving.

Afterward, he carried me to the shower, but I was already drifting off to sleep before we’d even finished washing.

Author’s pov

Cecilia awoke late the next morning, the soft light filtering through sheer curtains painting golden stripes across the sheets.

The digital clock on the nightstand blinked 10:15.

Alpha Sebastian was just beginning to stir beside her, his hair tousled, a faint crease on his cheek from the pillow.

They weren’t the only ones who had overslept.

After the chaos of the previous night, the entire house had fallen into the kind of deep, dreamless sleep that came only when adrenaline finally ran dry.

Then Alpha Sebastian established a mind-link with Beta Sawyer, his expression turning briefly focused and distant.

He asked him to tell Martha that they would check in tomorrow instead.

No one in the house was ready for polite talk today.

While Alpha Sebastian took care of pack business, Cecilia stepped out onto the private balcony.

The morning air was cool and smelled faintly of pine.

She took out her phone, her fingers pausing for a moment before she called home.

Esther did not ask about the Locke family.

Her mother’s voice was calm and warm, the same tone she always used when she wanted to hide her worry.

She only reminded Cecilia to be careful and to call if she needed anything.

There was so much Cecilia wanted to say, about fear and about gratitude, but the words stayed trapped in her throat.

Instead, she forced a lighter tone.

"I know. As soon as I finish this trip, I’ll come see you at Grandma’s. Once things settle, we’ll bring you both home."

Esther’s voice wavered. "Okay."

"Mom," Cecilia said suddenly, her voice turning soft but firm. "I love you. So much."

"I love you too, sweetheart."

Cecilia could hear the tears in her mother’s voice, and that small sound broke something open inside her.

She smiled through the ache. "Tell Dad I love him very, very much too."

"I will," Esther promised.

When the call ended, Cecilia lowered her phone slowly, her chest tightening with a sharp, bittersweet ache.

Gratitude and guilt twined together until it almost hurt to breathe.

She truly was fortunate. Rebecca had given everything to save her, and Esther, VanDyck , and Helena had poured love into every corner of her life, building her a home that was warm when it should have been broken.

Without her, Esther and VanDyck might have lived a different life.

They might have had a child of their own and a quieter home, but they chose her instead.

Cecilia was not someone who cried easily.

She had fought too many battles and learned to keep her feelings locked away, calm and controlled.

But now the tears came freely, turning the bright morning into a soft blur of gold.

"Are you getting too much sun?"

Alpha Sebastian’s voice came from behind her as the balcony door slid open.

Cecilia turned, startled, and quickly wiped her cheeks with the back of her hand.

"It’s fine," she said, a little embarrassed. "It’s warm out here. I just wanted some sunshine for vitamin D."

Alpha Sebastian was silent for two seconds, his gaze tracing the faint tremor in her shoulders.

Then he stepped behind her, the quiet sound of his bare feet against the floorboards breaking the morning stillness.

He wrapped his arms around her waist.

Cecilia blinked, breath catching.

The sunlight dimmed as his shadow fell across her, wrapping her in warmth that wasn’t from the sun.

Alpha Sebastian’s low voice brushed against her skin, teasing but gentle.

"No wonder your eyes are this red," he murmured. "You’ve been staring at the sun too long, sweetheart."