Eleven

Author's POV ( 18+ scene)

Luxian did not want to waste any more time-he could feel Summer burning up, her desire undeniable. The heat between them, that Moon Goddess -given connection, had pushed her past the point of resistance.

He dragged his rough, wet tongue over her pussy, meanwhile Summer's body tensed, her blood rushing from her toes to the top of her head. Summer's hand unconsciously grabbed Luxian's hair.

Luxian's tongue stroking was getting crazier, and he slipped a finger into her hole. Summer trembled, pulling Luxian deeper to sink between her thighs.

Now his fingers and tongue moved faster, more recklessly, until the heat inside her exploded, drenching his face as she came.

"Oh my God--Sorry-" Summer gasped, suddenly embarrassed, trying to push him away. But Luxian stopped her.

"Don't be," he growled.

"I love it. You're fucking sexy when you come." As he could feel his cock strained against his boxers, painfully hard. He stood up, pulling her up with him.

"We're moving to the bed. This bathroom's too small, and your legs still in pain."

Dazed, Summer could only nod. As if hypnotized, and she could no longer think clearly, as the explosive orgasm given by Luxian had driven her blank and lost no control over herself.

She barely registered being lifted until her back hit the mattress.

Luxian, swiftly crashed into her mouth with a hungry kiss, pinning her down as he lined himself up, while his hard cock desperate to push inside her.

But, he paused a while just before sliding all the way in, teasing her.

Summer's eyes locked onto his,

Pleading.

"Please, Luxian"

"Please what?" he challenged.

"Make me scream your name."

For a second, he looked stunned -then a smirk curled his lips.

"Challenge accepted."

His mouth claimed hers again as he thrust deeper, and Summer's legs locked around his hips, pulling him closer.

He set a slow, deep rhythm at first, then faster, harder, until Summer was moaning with her nails digging into his back.

"Luxian-fuck, it feel so good!"

She couldn't hold back-every thrust Luxian gave her, and itu went wilder.

All his movement sent electricity through her veins.

Meanwhile his tongue and fangs tracing her neck.

This sex wasn't like anything she'd ever felt before. With Rhys, sex had been cold, selfish-just him taking what he wanted with no care for her pleasure. No foreplay, no tenderness, just rough hands and bite marks.

Rhys had never bothered to learn what she needed. To him, she'd just been an object.

But Luxian? He was something else entirely.

***

Summer woke up, this time without any strong emotions, unlike before when she’d wake up desperate to escape.

This time, she felt something different—comfort, warmth like a home.

She turned her head and saw a man still asleep beside her, face half-buried in the pillow, his hair messy from her hands the night before.

She didn’t want to wake Luxian up. She just wanted to look at him, his face so peaceful now.

"Did I misjudge you?" Summer whispered to herself, unsure.

A part of her wondered—was Luxian really not like Rhys? Did he actually care about her?

A few seconds later, as she kept staring, Luxian’s eyelids fluttered open. Summer quickly looked away, not wanting him to catch her watching. That would be way too embarrassing.

"Morning…" Luxian turned onto his side, sitting up before leaning closer to Summer, who was pretending to still be asleep.

"I know you’re awake," he said, kissing her forehead.

"Thank you for last night," he whispered, brushing his fingers over her cheek. Even with her eyes closed, Summer could feel the movement of Luxian getting up and leaving the bed. And the sound of water gurgling in the bathroom.

But, she kept pretending, listening closely.

"I’ll get breakfast for you," Luxian said before the bedroom door clicked shut.

Summer peeked with one eye, making sure he was really gone. No need to fake it anymore. She felt relieved.

Just to make sure, last night was not just a dream, she lifted the blanket, saw her naked body.

And immediately flushed with embarrassment. Last night… she’d enjoyed it way too much, and Luxian had completely overwhelmed her.

Rubbing her face, she cursed herself inwardly.

***

"Prepare everything. I’ll take it to my wife myself," Luxian told the butler.

"Are you sure, Alpha?" The butler seemed shocked by the Alpha’s behavior this morning.

"Don’t make me repeat myself," Luxian said sharply.

Sure enough, after the butler loaded up a huge tray with every breakfast option in the palace that morning, the Alpha—struggling a bit—carried it upstairs himself. Everyone was shocked. This was the first time the Alpha, who’d been married four times before, had ever brought breakfast to his wife.

***

Summer was still curled up in bed when she heard the door open again. She quickly shut her eyes, pretending to be asleep—just in case it wasn’t Luxian. But then she caught the smell of fresh food, and her stomach betrayed her with a quiet growl.

"Still pretending, huh?" Luxian’s voice was amused as he set the heavy tray down on the bedside table.

Summer peeked one eye open. The tray was packed—pancakes, eggs, fruit, pastries, even a little pot of coffee and milk. Her eyes widened.

"Did you rob the kitchen?"

Luxian smirked. "I’m the Alpha. I don’t rob. I command."