Underwater: The Silent Luna novel Chapter 42

Chapter 42

The warm water continued to cascade over them, rinsing away the evidence of Ethan’s release as it trailed down his skin in thin, fleeting streams.

He lifted his gaze to meet Meadow’s, her wide eyes still fixed on him with a mix of awe and lingering uncertainty, her cheeks flushed beneath the damp strands of hair clinging to her face. A soft smile tugged at his lips, not pushing for more, but acknowledging the bridge they’d just crossed together.

With deliberate care, Ethan shifted beneath the spray, his muscles flexing as he gripped the shower seat and maneuvered himself out from under the direct flow. Water sluiced off his body as he transferred smoothly to his wheelchair waiting just beyond the led edge, the familiar motion second nature despite the intimacy of the moment.

Meadow remained kneeling for a beat longer, blinking through the steam, confusion knitting her brows. Why was he moving now? Had she done something wrong in her eagerness to please him?

Before doubt could settle, he reached out, his strong hand enveloping hers in a reassuring clasp, warm, steady, pulling her gently to her feet. The contact grounded her, and she followed as he wheeled them both toward the bathroom door, the cool air of the bedroom beyond a stark contrast to the humid warmth they’d left behind.

He guided her across the threshold, the soft carpet muffling the wheels, until they reached the edge of the king-sized bed, its

rumpled sheets inviting from their earlier rest.

‘Sit at the edge of the bed and relax,’ Ethan instructed, his voice a low, husky timbre laced with seduction that sent a fresh wave of nervous excitement fluttering through her core. It wasn’t a command, but an invitation wrapped in velvet, making her pulse quicken in the best possible way.

Meadow obeyed, perching on the mattress with her legs pressed together, the towel she’d grabbed on the way out draped loosely

over her shoulders.

The fabric did little to hide her vulnerability, and she watched as he positioned himself directly in front of her, close enough that

his knees brushed her shins. His hands, callused yet tender, found her knees and eased them apart with unhurried patience, revealing the soft, untouched folds of her pussy to his appreciative gaze,

He drank in the sight, the delicate pinkness, already glistening from the shower’s residue and her budding arousal, his cock

twitching faintly in response, though he kept it tucked away for now. God, he loved this view, the trust she offered in baring herself.

It fueled his desire to reciprocate, to show her the depths of pleasure she deserved after her bold gift under the water.

Shyness flooded her cheeks with heat, her thighs quivering under his scrutiny, and she averted her eyes to the floor. Ethan sensed

her tension, his palms gliding up the insides of her legs in soothing strokes, thumbs circling lightly over the sensitive skin.

‘Relax for me, sweetheart,’ he murmured, his tone pleading yet firm, eyes locked on hers to convey his care. ‘Let me take care of you

now. To ease her further, he clapped once, the room’s smart lights dimming to a soft, ambient glow, shadows playing gently across

the walls, cocooning them in privacy.

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She drew in a shaky breath, willing her body to unwind, muscles loosening inch by inch as anticipation coiled tighter in her belly. What did he have in mind? The movies had hinted at reciprocation, but feeling it directed at her was uncharted, thrilling territory

that made her heart race.

Satisfied with her gradual surrender, Ethan leaned forward from his chair, his broad shoulders dipping as he guided her legs wider with his hands. He bent at the waist, bringing his face level with her core, and pressed a reverent kiss to the smooth mound above her slit. The sudden warmth of his lips against her most private skin shocked her system; Meadow’s eyes fluttered shut, a gasp escaping as she tilted her head back, her body arching instinctively toward the bed’s support.

His tongue delved lower, parting her folds with a flat, exploratory lick before zeroing in on the swollen nub of her clit. When he found it, pearl-like and begging for attention, he sealed his mouth over it, sucking with feather-light pressure that built into a

rhythmic pull.

The sensation hit her like lightning, her insides melting into a puddle of liquid heat as tremors rippled through her limbs. Pleasure unlike anything she’d imagined surged from that single point, spreading outward in waves that made her knees buckle.

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