Underwater: The Silent Luna novel Chapter 74

Chapter 74

Ethan’s gaze lingered on Meadow throughout breakfast, the clink of silverware and murmured conversations fading into the background. She was a vision even in her simple blouse, the way her messy hair framed her face, those lustful eyes darting to him with unspoken hunger. He found her intoxicating, far more alluring than she seemed to realize, her soft curves, the flush that crept up her neck when their knees brushed under the table. In his heart, a quiet plea echoed: let this endure, let her stay,/unlike Cynthia who had fled the weight of his chair and the life it demanded. But doubts clawed at him, even as desire burned hotter.

They barely touched their food, plates pushed aside half-eaten. Ethan’s hand found hers under the table, thumb stroking her knuckles in silent promise. ‘Come with me,’ he murmured once they escaped the dining room, wheeling them toward their bedroom with purposeful ease. The door clicked shut behind them, sealing out the world, and he transferred to the bed with fluid strength, his powerful arms propelling him onto the mattress. Meadow followed, her breath quickening as she knelt beside him, robe loose

around her shoulders.

‘You said I should show you,’ he teased, voice low and gravelly, laced with the intensity of a man staking his claim. His eyes darkened with want as he reached for the tie of her robe, fingers deft despite the tremor of anticipation. She propped herself on her elbows, watching him with wide, trusting eyes, her chest rising and falling rapidly.

The fabric parted slowly, revealing the swell of her breasts, the dip of her waist, the shadowed V between her thighs. Ethan’s cock hardened instantly, straining against his pants, a thick ache pulsing through him at the sight of her vulnerability. Meadow,’ he breathed, leaning in to press his lips to the valley between her breasts, tasting the salt of her skin warmed by the morning sun.

She arched slightly, trying to steady her nerves, but his touch ignited her, fingertips trailing over her ribs, coaxing goosebumps to ripple across her arms and belly. He nuzzled her neck, lips brushing the pulse point that fluttered wildly, then his tongue flicked out, licking that sensitive spot just below her ear. A soft, erotic gasp escaped her, breath hitching as waves of yearning crashed through her body, pulling her into a haze of pleasure only he could summon.

With deliberate care, Ethan unbuckled her bra, sliding the straps down her shoulders, Her breasts spilled free, nipples pebbling in the cool air. He captured one in his mouth, tongue circling the tight bud before sucking gently, drawing a whimper from her throat. Her elbows buckled, body sinking into the pillows, and she threaded her fingers through his hair, urging him closer, lost in the electric pull of his mouth.

Her scent bloomed around him, rose and musk, intoxicating, yanking at something primal deep in his core. It fueled him, made him worship her with renewed fervor. His arms, corded with muscle from years of reliance on them, flexed as he trailed kisses downward, lips grazing her collarbone, her sternum, until he reached her navel. He dipped his tongue into the shallow dip, swirling slowly, eliciting a shiver that made her thighs clench.

Lower still, his teeth caught the edge of her panties, tugging them down with gentle nips that sent sparks racing up her spine. When they snagged at her hips, he shifted to his side, using one hand to ease them off completely, exposing her fully. Her pussy glistened, folds slick with arousal, and Ethan paused, drinking in the sight, naked, open, all woman and utterly his.

He couldn’t decide where to begin, the urge to devour her warring with the need to savor. Instead, he guided her up, strong hands on her hips lifting her effortlessly until she straddled him. Meadow settled over his lap, knees bracketing his thighs, her heat pressing against the rigid line of his cock through his clothes. From this angle, she was breathtaking, hair tousled like a wild halo, eyes heavy-lidded with lust, lips parted in invitation. The goddess had truly favored him, blessing a crippled man with such a

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ravishing wife, one who saw beyond the chair to the fire within.

“There will be no turning back for me,’ he said, voice rough with sincerity, eyes locking onto hers to bare his soul. ‘You’re mine, Meadow, heart, body, everything.’ She nodded, a fierce gleam in her gaze mirroring his vow, her hands pressing to his chest for balance.

Ethan freed his cock from his pants, the thick shaft springing up, veined and throbbing, pre-cum beading at the tip. He gripped her hips, guiding her down until the head nudged her entrance, parting her wet folds. Her eyes squeezed shut, bracing for the pain she’d

heard whispered about in first times, a cute furrow creasing her brow that twisted his heart with tenderness.

‘Easy, love, he murmured, upper body shifting to support her as she sank slowly, inch by inch. Her tight walls stretched around him,

clenching with initial resistance, but he rocked his torso gently, helping her find the depth. The pain ebbed into a building fullness,

pleasure sparking as they synced, a slow grind of her hips meeting his subtle thrusts.

It had been too long since he’d buried himself in a woman like this, the sensation overwhelming, flooding his senses. A deep grow rumbled from his chest, Echo’s wolfish presence stirring within, the animal’s primal energy amplifying his own. The sound vibrated through them both, making Meadow gasp, her pussy fluttering around his length.

With a surge of strength, Ethan flipped them, arms bracing as he maneuvered her beneath him without strain, his chair-bound legs no barrier to the power in his upper body. He gripped the headboard with one hand, the other anchoring her hip, and began to move. Using his arms to piston his hips forward, he thrust deep, cock plunging into her soaked heat with beastly rhythm, hard, relentless pumps that filled her completely, the slap of skin echoing in the room.

Meadow’s body ignited, pressure coiling tight in her core as he drove deeper, hitting that spot inside her that made stars burst behind her eyelids. Her nails raked his shoulders, breaths coming in ragged moans, the intensity romantic in its raw honesty, their bodies locked in a dance of trust and fire.

He watched her face, the way ecstasy twisted her features, and growled low, ‘Come for me. Let me feel you shatter. The command tipped her over, her orgasm crashing through her like a storm. She cried out, a sharp, breathless sound, pussy clamping down on his cock as waves of release pulsed through her, soaking him further. Her body arched, trembling, fingers twisting the sheets in white-

knuckled grip.

The sight undid him. Ethan thrust once more, burying himself to the hilt, and came with a guttural groan, ‘Goddess, Meadow, hot spurts flooding her depths, marking her as his. He pumped through the aftershocks, slower now, drawing out their shared bliss until the tremors faded. Gently, he withdrew, collapsing beside her with a satisfied exhale.

She curled into him, head pillowed on his chest, the steady thump of his heart grounding her. His fingers combed through her hair, tender strokes that spoke of forever. “Thank you for this gift, Meadow,’ he whispered, voice thick with emotion, pulling her closer. In that moment, wrapped in her warmth, his hopes felt possible, no abandonment, just them, enduring.

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