Avenging Luna
Chapter 165: Giving In Finally

Chapter 165: Giving In Finally

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Chase’s POV:

My heart was pounding in my chest, every beat echoing the desperate rhythm of my desire. Her words, whispered so softly against my ear, had unraveled the last thread of my control, leaving nothing but the raw, aching need to claim her. I didn’t hesitate. My lips found hers in a kiss that was all-consuming, frantic, as if our very souls were trying to merge. My hands tangled in her hair, pulling her closer, as I poured every ounce of my need, my desire, my love into the kiss.

Her soft gasp against my mouth only ignited the fire in me further. But just as the intensity of the kiss threatened to overwhelm me, I pulled back slightly, my breath ragged, my eyes locking onto hers.

"You have no idea what you’re doing to me," I said, my voice rough, thick with the urgency building inside me. I was searching her face for any sign of hesitation, a question, a doubt, but all I found was the same hunger, the same yearning that reflected in my own chest.

Her lips curved into a soft, knowing smile. Without saying a word, she slid her hands to the back of my neck and pulled me back down into another kiss. There was no hesitation now, no lingering doubt, just the raw intensity between us.

And then, as if the universe was determined to tease me, a soft knock at the door echoed through the room, cutting through the moment like a cold splash of water.

I froze, my entire body going still, every instinct in me screaming to ignore it, to stay right here with her, to never let her go.

Leila pulled back slightly, her eyes wide with surprise, her fingers stilling on my skin. "Did you hear that?" she whispered, her voice barely audible, as if afraid the sound might disappear.

I nodded, clenching my jaw as irritation surged through me. Whoever was on the other side of that door had the absolute worst timing. My entire body was on fire, every inch of me aching to sink back into her, to lose myself completely in her warmth, her scent, her taste.

I glanced at the door for a split second, considering the interruption, but my frustration vanished as quickly as it came. "I don’t care," I muttered, my eyes returning to hers, locking onto that same fiery gaze. "They’ll just have to wait."

She didn’t question me. She didn’t hesitate. With a slow, almost deliberate smile, she slid her hands back to my neck, pulling me down to her again. Her lips were soft, warm, insistent against mine as she kissed me deeply. It was as if the world outside didn’t exist anymore, as if we were the only two people left in it.

I lowered my hands to her waist, guiding her backward until she was lying on the bed, her body trembling with the same anticipation that had taken root in me. I didn’t break the kiss, not even for a moment. My hands roamed over her skin, memorizing every curve, every delicate contour, as if I could imprint the sensation of her onto my very soul.

When I finally pulled away from her lips, the air between us crackled with the electricity of what we were about to do. I moved my mouth to her neck, kissing the soft skin there, my teeth grazing her pulse just enough to make her shudder beneath me. She gasped, her hands winding into my hair, pulling me closer, urging me on.

"You’re perfect," I murmured against her skin, my voice thick with emotion. My hands moved lower, tracing the curves of her body until I reached the hem of her shirt. With a single, deliberate motion, I tugged it off, revealing the soft, warm skin beneath.

I didn’t wait. My hands slid lower, undoing her jeans, pulling them off her body with practiced ease. I couldn’t take my eyes off her, her body, the way she trembled and gasped beneath my touch. I needed her. All of her.

When she was bare before me, I took a long moment to just look, to drink in the sight of her. She was stunning, every inch of her perfect in my eyes. And then, slowly, I lowered myself between her legs, my hands spreading her thighs apart just enough for me to settle between them. I could feel her warmth radiating toward me, could smell the heady scent of her desire filling the air.

Without saying a word, I kissed the inside of her thigh, my lips brushing her soft skin. She moaned softly, her body reacting to my touch as I kissed my way closer to her center. Her fingers curled in my hair, urging me on, but I was taking my time. I was savoring this moment, every inch of her, every breath she took.

When I finally reached the place I knew she wanted me, I didn’t hesitate. My tongue slid over her folds, teasing, tasting, taking my time to make her ache for more. Her reaction was immediate—her hips lifting slightly as she gasped, her hands pulling at the sheets beneath her. She was beautiful in this moment, undone by me, her breath quickening with every slow, deliberate lick of my tongue.

"Chase..." she whispered, her voice breathless, a plea wrapped in her tone. I couldn’t deny her. Not now. Not ever.

I slipped a finger inside her, my other hand holding her steady as I worked both my tongue and my finger, pushing her closer to the edge with every movement. Her body writhed beneath me, her breath catching as I pushed deeper, curling my finger just the way I knew she liked.

She began to grind against me, her hips moving instinctively as she chased the pleasure I was giving her. I could feel her building, could sense her breaking apart in little pieces as I worked my tongue against her clit, my finger thrusting in and out, deep and slow.

Her gasps grew louder, sharper, and when her back arched, her body tensing in pleasure, I knew she was on the edge. I didn’t stop, adding another finger as I drove her higher, my tongue flicking against her sensitive folds, coaxing her to release.

And then, it happened. She shattered beneath me, her body trembling as she cried out my name, her fingers gripping my hair so tightly it almost hurt. But I didn’t care. I wanted her, all of her, in every way. Her release was everything—beautiful, raw, and so completely hers.

I pulled back slightly, breathing hard, my own body aching with need. Her hips were still moving, still grinding, as if trying to draw out more from me. But I didn’t want to rush this. I kissed my way back up her body, my lips trailing along the soft skin of her stomach, her ribs, until I was hovering above her once more.

She reached for me then, her hands pulling me close, kissing me deeply, tasting herself on my lips. It was intimate, real, the connection between us deeper than anything I’d ever known.

"You’re incredible," I said, my voice low, thick with emotion. "And we’re just getting started."

Her chest rose and fell in uneven breaths, her body still trembling from her release. But I wasn’t done. Not even close. I wanted her to feel everything, to know exactly how much she meant to me, how completely she owned me in this moment.

I let my lips linger at the hollow of her throat, pressing soft kisses there, tasting the salt of her skin as her heartbeat thundered beneath my touch. Slowly, I trailed my mouth downward, savoring the way her breath hitched when my lips brushed the swell of her breast. I paused, taking in the sight of her—flushed, glowing, utterly captivating—and let my hands trace gentle patterns along her sides, grounding her in the moment.

I pressed a kiss to the curve of her breast, my lips soft, deliberate, as my hands slid to cradle her sides. Her skin was impossibly smooth, warm beneath my touch, and the way she gasped when my tongue flicked over her hardened peak sent a jolt of heat through me. I took my time, teasing her with light, feathered kisses, letting my tongue circle her nipple before I took it into my mouth.

"Chase," she breathed, her voice trembling with anticipation. Her back arched, pressing herself closer to me, and I couldn’t hold back the low groan that escaped me at her eagerness.

I drew her into my mouth, sucking gently, my hand moving to cup the other breast. My thumb brushed over her sensitive skin, drawing soft, breathless sounds from her as I lavished attention on her. Her fingers tangled in my hair again, holding me to her, and I couldn’t help but smile against her skin.

"You’re so beautiful," I murmured, my voice rough, unfiltered. I moved to her other breast, giving it the same reverence, the same care, as my hand slid down her body. Her hips shifted beneath me, her legs parting slightly as if inviting me closer.

Her responses were intoxicating, each gasp, each shudder, feeding the fire inside me. I kissed the space between her breasts, my lips trailing lower as my hands roamed her curves. She was soft and strong, her body responding to every touch, every kiss, as if we were perfectly in sync.

Leila’s hands found my shoulders, her fingers digging in as I continued my exploration. She was already writhing beneath me, her legs brushing against my sides, her body moving instinctively, seeking more.

"You’re not being fair," she whispered, her voice breathless, tinged with a teasing edge. "You’re taking your time on purpose."

I laughed softly, the sound vibrating against her skin. "You deserve more than rushing," I replied, letting my lips brush over her stomach as I spoke. "I want you to feel every moment. Every touch."

Her hands slid down to my arms, gripping me tightly as I kissed my way back up her body, my mouth finding hers in a kiss that was deep and consuming. I could feel her heart racing against my chest, her body molding perfectly to mine as if we were made for this, made for each other.

Her hips shifted again, pressing up against me, and I knew she was ready for more. But I wasn’t done building her up, making her feel like the goddess she was to me. I wanted her to come undone again, to lose herself in the pleasure only I could give her.

I kissed her again, my hands sliding back up to cup her breasts, kneading them gently as my thumbs brushed over her sensitive peaks. Her moan was muffled against my mouth, her body arching into my touch, and I could feel her growing need, the heat between us intensifying with every passing second.

"You drive me crazy," I murmured against her lips, my voice heavy with desire. "Every sound you make, every way you move... it’s all I can think about."

Her response was a soft gasp, her fingers digging into my shoulders as she pulled me closer. "Then don’t stop," she whispered, her voice trembling with need. "Don’t stop, Chase."

And I didn’t. My lips found her neck again, my hands continuing their slow, deliberate worship of her body, building her pleasure until she was gasping, trembling beneath me. Every touch, every kiss, was a promise—a reminder of how much I wanted her, how far I’d go to make her feel loved, cherished, desired.

And I knew, as her body responded to me again, that I was succeeding.