Underwater: The Silent Luna novel Chapter 43

Chapter 43

She couldn’t hold herself upright any longer; with a soft whimper, Meadow reclined fully onto the bed, propping herself on her

elbows at first before surrendering completely, her back sinking into the cool sheets. Ethan’s mouth never faltered, his tongue

circling her clit in firm, insistent laps while his lips tugged and released, drawing out her responses like a maestro.

Her hands sought him out, fingers threading through his wet hair, gripping lightly as she rocked her hips upward, grinding her pussy against the heat of his mouth. The friction amplified everything, the slick slide of his tongue, the gentle scrape of his beard

against her inner thighs, pushing her deeper into bliss.

Ethan reveled in her uninhibited movements, the way her body chased the sensation he provided. It swelled his chest with pride knowing he could unravel her like this, layer by layer. Determined to guide her to the peak, he maintained his pace, steady suction on her clit, alternating with broad licks that dipped teasingly toward her entrance, tasting her growing wetness.

Deep in her lower belly, pressure mounted, a sweet, insistent ache that bordered on urgency. It felt like a dam straining against floodwaters, pleasurable tension begging for release, coiling tighter with every flick of his tongue. Meadow’s breaths came in labored pants, her grip tightening in his hair as the build-up crested.

It hit her all at once, an explosive rush that tore a cry from her throat. Her body convulsed, pussy clenching rhythmically as she came undone, a gush of warmth squirting from her in sharp pulses, soaking his chin and the sheets beneath. The euphoria enveloped her completely, a floating high where every nerve sang, and she clung to it, unwilling to let the waves recede.

But as the aftershocks lingered, oversensitivity prickled at her clit, making her thighs twitch and press inward. She shuddered, a mix

of delight and overwhelm washing over her.

Ethan pulled back with a final, tender kiss to her thigh, straightening in his wheelchair with a satisfied curve to his lips. He clapped again, the lights brightening to a warm illumination that chased away the shadows.

There she lay, chest rising and falling in heavy heaves, skin flushed and dewy, eyes dazed with the remnants of her climax. For the first time that evening, a genuine, teasing smile broke across his face, softening the intensity in his eyes.

‘I know you liked it, just as much as I liked what you did to me in the shower,’ he said, his voice playful yet affectionate, watching

the blush bloom across her cheeks like sunrise.

Meadow ducked her head, a shy laugh bubbling up as she covered her face with her hands, the warmth spreading to her ears. If this was the promise of life married to Ethan, these moments of raw connection, of giving and receiving without reservation, then she couldn’t wait to dive deeper, to uncover every layer of joy and passion awaiting them.

Meadow helped him dress, her movements gentle but no longer trembling. Ethan noticed. She was still shy, always would be, ho suspected, but there was a steadiness in her today that hadn’t been there before. A quiet trust.

And maybe… because of what had happened between them.

He didn’t dare think too deeply about it, but every time her fingers brushed his skin, something warm and dangerous unfurled

inside him.

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Meadow, mute and blushing, kept her eyes lowered. She still couldn’t believe she had done those things, or that he had let her/see him so vulnerable, so close. And yet she liked it. Every second. She wanted it again. She hoped he did too.

When she finished, she slipped quickly into the closet to change. Ethan chuckled under his breath, shaking his head. She was running again, baby steps, he reminded himself. She was terrified, and still she came to him. Still she touched him. She was braver

than she knew.

And he would get her to stop running. Eventually.

When she stepped out of the closet, he froze.

The dress was nothing special, simple, short, meant to be modest.

But on her… it became something else entirely.

Effortless temptation.

A softness he wanted to devour.

“Henceforth,” he said, voice low, eyes dragging over her, “we shower together.”

Her cheeks flushed instantly, and she dropped her gaze, but she smiled. A shy, secret, hopeful little smile that hit him harder than

any touch could.

Good. She remembered. And she wanted it too.

They moved toward the door, and before she reached for the handle, he caught her hand. She looked back at him, her eyes wide and

waiting.

“Remember what I told you about confidence,” he murmured.

She nodded once, small, obedient, determined.

He smiled. Soft. Warm. Just for her.

The moment the door opened, it vanished.

His face returned to the cold, ruthless expression the entire pack feared, the one he wore like armour, the one that told the world he

felt nothing, cared for nothing, and bowed to no one.

But Meadow had just seen that armour crack.

Meadow knew the truth now: beneath the ice, he burned for her.

She walked beside him down the corridor. They were late for dinner. Normally, her stomach would twist with dread at the thought of

Luna Amber’s sharp tongue, the inevitable scolding. Today… she felt none of that.

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Because Ethan had held her hand.

Because Ethan had smiled at her.

Because for once, she didn’t feel alone.

She felt claimed.

And that was enough.

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