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Chapter 27-1

Aria’s POV

The sterile scent of antiseptic fills the air as the nurse adjusts the drip, securing it firmly to my arm. The hospital gown feels rough against my skin, a stark contrast to the fiery sensations burning between my thighs. My body feels ablaze, every nerve ending ignited with a desperate need that overshadows everything else. My mind, usually sharp and focused, is now consumed by a singular, overwhelming desire. I can feel the dampness between my legs, an undeniable testament to my arousal, and all I can think about is quenching this burning thirst.

Across the room, Ethan stands near the window, his posture tense. His eyes are averted, avoiding mine, but the tension emanating from him is palpable. I want to reach out, to bridge the gap between us. I remember how soothing his touch was earlier, how his cool hands had calmed the turmoil within me.

“Ethan?” My voice is barely a whisper, laden with longing and hope that he will respond to my plea.

He hesitates for a moment, then sighs, finally meeting my gaze. “Aria. The medication Jack gave you is making everything more intense.”

The way his forest green eyes meet mine sparks a boldness within me that I can’t ignore.

I close my eyes, pressing my thighs together in an attempt to quell the relentless burn. “Please. Your touch was the only thing that made me feel better.”

Ethan’s fists clench at his sides, the muscles in his arms tightening before he releases them in a slow, deliberate motion. Our eyes remain locked, his expression questioning, while mine silently begs him to take the next step.

He reaches the edge of the bed and gently lifts the blanket, revealing my nearly naked form beneath. The sight of him so close sends a jolt of electricity through me. Ethan doesn’t hesitate; he slides onto the bed beside me, his arm wrapping around my waist as he shifts us into a more intimate position. Now, I’m straddling his lap, our bodies pressed together, the warmth of his skin against mine igniting a deeper fire within.

Ethan cups my cheek, his thumb brushing lightly over my lower lip before guiding my mouth to his. The kiss is a delicate balance of tenderness and passion, his lips soft yet insistent against mine. I feel the subtle strength of his jawline beneath my lips. As our tongues dance together, I explore every inch of his mouth, savoring the taste of him, the connection that feels both electrifying and soothing.

Ethan’s hands move with purpose, he tore my silver dress, which had already been worn out due to tonight’s complicated encounters

away from my shoulders, pooling around us on the floor, freeing me from its restrictive embrace.

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I think I should say sorry to Leo. The fabric slips

“Aria,” he murmurs against my skin, his voice husky with desire. “Do you really want me?”

I nod, my heart pounding in my chest. “Yes, Ethan. I want you.”

A knowing smile plays on his lips as he continues to explore my mouth, his kisses growing more fervent. My hands find their way to his back, feeling the strength beneath his clothing as he adjusts himself, the anticipation evident in his movements. The air between us crackles with tension, every touch sending sparks flying through my body.

Before I can say anything else, Ethan leans down, capturing my lips once more in a kiss that steals whatever remains of my composure. His thumbs brush over my cheeks, his palms framing my face as though I’m something precious. The heat of him, the press of his body, sends a flutter through my stomach that ripples outward, leaving me tingling.

We continue exploring each other, hands and lips charting long–awaited territory. He touched my breasts, roaming the hard nipples that had stood up due to the damn medication.

Chapter Comments

D Fern

it was mentioned earlier that she is in hospital gown. But this paragraph says Ethan tore her silver dress. Be mindful of the inconsistency.

Kris Shields

I don’t know if I’d describe it as greasy.

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I Am His Wolfless Luna

Chapter 27-2

I was feeling that my underpants was already wet when Ethan reached his rough fingers into it. He pried my labia, where he can feel the large wet patch of water.

“You’re so wet for me babe. I heard his deep voice ringing in beside my ear and my pussy spat out a stream of water again.

He stuffed a few of his fingers into my pussy and stirred them, and I could hear the loud sound of water very clearly.

“My God…No… I’m about to cum!!”

I could hear my voice trembling subtly.

“Then cum!!”

Ethan’s voice contained satisfaction and mockery. As soon as his voice fell, I convulsed and climaxed, wetting his entire hand. I’m breathing heavily, undone by the way his warmth seeps

into me.

Ethan… ‘I whispered softly, feeling good after orgasm but still feeling empty. The damn aphrodisiac makes me feel like my body is still burning, as if something is missing from my body.

Fortunately, Ethan understood my intention when I called his name, and his penis penetrated straight into my pussy, pushing all the way to the bottom.

“Ah!!! I let out a low scream.

“Damn it, so tight, babe Ethan roared as he pressed against my face, and I could even feel his penis bouncing inside me a few times. The bed creaks softly beneath our combined weight, but I barely notice–my focus is locked on the ache pulsing through me, the desire that’s quickly becoming impossible to contain.

His mouth resumes its electrifying path, journeying along the sensitive skin of my neck. I grip his shirt, tugging at it until he pulls away for just long enough to strip away the barriers between us–fabric sliding off his broad shoulders to reveal the taut lines of his chest.

‘Open your legs!” The command in his tone made me instinctively obey, and even more obediently, my pussy secreted sweet and greasy fluids. The legs are also spread wider to facilitate

Ethan’s movements. His penis kept thrusting in and out of my body.

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His green eyes stared fixedly at me, our bodies tightly pressed together, as if we had found a sense of familiarity and wanted to remember each other in our hearts. Soon, nothing exists beyond the echoes of our shared breathing, the sound of sheets rustling beneath us, and the low moans that slip from my lips.

Ethan’s fingers kept rubbing back and forth on my clitoris, while his penis kept jumping inside my body. Every joint on my body is sore and screaming for the next orgasm. All too quickly, I feel that electric tension winding tighter, a mounting pressure that threatens to shatter me. My hips lift involuntarily, urging him to continue his exploration, silently pleading for the release I’m so close to tasting.

Ethan also kept emitting deep roars in my ear, Damn… I’m going to cum… !!! His impact became more intense and our bodies kept making slapping sounds.

“Please!! Ethan!!”

I seemed to see a white light enveloping both of us, and we reached orgasm at the same time. This is my first sexual experience since the unclear rape six years ago. It’s simply wonderful, a small piece of the sheet and the floor are all wet because of my cumming, and I almost collapsed on the bed gasping for breath.

For a moment, neither of us moves, both struggling to catch our breath. My heart thuds loudly in my ears, and my limbs feel pleasantly heavy, a lingering hum of pleasure coursing through my veins, dispelling the effects of the aphrodisiacs.

As moonlight painted silver stripes across the tangled sheets, we lay wrapped in each other’s arms. The drug’s fever had finally broken, leaving me exhausted but clear–headed. Ethan traced lazy patterns on my bare shoulder.