The Broken Luna’s Sacrifice
Chapter 186
The possibility struck me like a knife to the heart. I covered my mouth with my hand, sliding down against the cold tile wall as silent sobi shank my body. The hot water continued to pour over me, but it couldn’t wash away the chill of fear.
The bathroom door opened, letting in a rush of cooler air. Augustin’s tall figure appeared through the steam, his eyes fixed directly on me, full of ener
I quickly stopped crying, trying to control my expression, but my red, swollen eyes betrayed me. Without a word, Augustin stepped into the shower behind me, wrapping his arms around my wet body. His lips pressed a gentle kiss to my shoulder.
He reached past me to turn off the water, the sudden silence broken only by my uneven breathing and the dripping of water on the tile floor.
Augustin gently turned me to face him, one hand tenderly lifting my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze. His eyes were deep and intense, filled with love and worry.
“Berry,” he said, his voice low and sincere. “Cassandra is my past. You are my present and my future. I won’t disappoint you or break your heart. I promise.”
He paused, his thumb gently wiping away a tear from my cheek.
“If you’re worried about my ex–girlfriend,” he continued, “then I should be worried about your ex–fated mate too.”
This unexpected comparison made my lips curve into a small smile, and I let out a soft laugh, though uncertainty still lingered in my eyes. Deep down, I hoped he would keep his promise and not let history repeat itself.
I rested my head against Augustin’s solid chest, listening to his strong heartbeat. He held me tightly, reaching to turn the shower back on, warm water once again enveloping us both.
As the water cascaded over us, Augustin’s hands began to wander, sliding from my shoulders down my slick back, eventually cupping my buttocks. His thumbs traced circles along my curves, sending shivers through my body despite the warm water.
I tilted my head up, and Augustin immediately captured my lips with his. His tongue skillfully slipped into my mouth, dancing with mine as his left hand moved up to cover my breast, his fingers teasing my already hardened nipple and drawing a soft moan from me.
Heat quickly built between us. Augustin turned off the water and grabbed a towel, hastily drying us both. His erection pressed hard against my stomach, evidence of his desire. He lifted me up, and I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist, our most intimate parts pressed together, separated only by his underwear as we ground against each other.
We moved from the bathroom to the bedroom, where Augustin gently laid me on the bed before quickly removing his last piece of clothing, freeing his fully erect length. I spread my legs to welcome him, revealing my already wet entrance. Augustin lowered himself to kiss my neck, collarbone, then took one nipple into his mouth, circling the dark areola with his tongue while his other hand caressed my other breast.
My fingers threaded through his hair, sighs of pleasure escaping my lips. As Augustin’s kisses traveled lower, across my slightly rounded belly and finally between my thighs, I arched my back to meet him. His tongue expertly worked my most sensitive spot, alternating between gentle and firm pressure, sending waves of pleasure through my body.
When I was completely ready, gripping the sheets and breathing heavily, Augustin moved back up, positioning himself at my entrance. Our eyes locked in an intense gaze as he slowly but firmly entered me until he was fully sheathed, I could feel every inch of him pulsing inside me as we began to move in a familiar rhythm.
As our movements grew more intense, the bed frame gently rocked, and my legs tightened around Augustin’s waist to meet each of his thrusts, My lips pressed against his ear as I whispered his name over and over.
When the pleasure peaked, I came first, my inner walls contracting around him, which triggered his own release as he pulsed inside me. We held each other tightly, breathing hard, our bodies slick with swear. In that moment, all my fears temporarily vanished, lost in the intensity of our connection.
Afterward, as we lay tangled together, Augustin/gently stroked my hair, placing a tender kiss on my forehead. “My heart belongs on to you, Berry,” he whispered. I closed my eyes, hoping this moment of peace would never end.
