Lahat ng Kabanata ng THE LUNA BRIDE FROM TOMORROW: Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

Out of my pondering, the tall Spanish man came to me again while the others are busy walking along the shore to get their picturesque view of the Bangui Windmills. He offers me a local dragonfruit juice to which I immediately refused. He ignores my refusal and pulled out one of my hands to place the juice on my palm. I guess it left me with no other option as he obliged me to clasp on it.He stood still beside me as he twisted the cap of the other dragonfruit juice left on his hand gradually drinking on it. It was too late when I realize how I was so focused on watching how his throat moves as the juice glides within it. Funny that I became moved just by witnessing it, that I immediately drink mine after successfully dragging my sight away from his direction. The dragonfruit juice isn't so bad, it tasted like a cold yogurt milkshake.I was looking towards the other members of the group when he suddenly asks, "How long have you been in this job?"With a query look, I answered him, "Jus

I was looking towards the other members of the group when he suddenly asks, "How long have you been in this job?"With a query look, I answered him, "Just a few months." it's the last thing I could say as my gratitude for the free juice drink."I see. What was your profession before this?" He seconded his query.I wasn't able to hold back from looking at him without raising a brow, "Since when did you become so interested in other's professional backgrounds?" I questioned."Just now." he promptly answered as if he already had anticipated my response.When I realized he won't possibly retreat even if I refuse to answer, I know I have to respond to him back, "I'm a part-time tour guide and full-time employee at La Sobelle travel and tours."He nods with a bit pouting of lips after hearing my words. "You love traveling a lot?" he asked again."It's part of my job, of course, I have to." my eyes are trying to skip away from his direction but I can't help it. Part of me is still curious as

It didn't dawn on me until just now that I'm actually getting more aroused than I was before. It was Dmitri who started the fire, and it's burning me like hell right now. As much as I hate to admit it, it appears that only he can put out the fire, and it won't stop giving me discomfort until he enters me. Dmitri places his face squarely on top of mine and gives me a light nibble on the back of my neck. In comparison to how rough I've seen him be in the past, this is surprisingly kind and gentle. His brusque approach to getting me has already registered so deeply within me that it is already impossible for me to just put it out of my mind. The fact that my body is already yearning for that roughness to return despite the fact that he has been making an effort to treat me gently is an even more surprising development at this point. Suddenly, I find myself wondering what could possibly be preventing him from being the typical version of himself, especially considering the fa

As I opened my eyes, I noticed that the rays of the orange-hued afternoon sunlight that were streaming in through the windows had taken on a yellowish cast. I am puzzled seeing how I am inside a room that appears to be meant for a child, while here I am sitting on a rocking couch holding a child in my arms. It's a child, a young boy, and I'm holding him in my arms as he smiles and openly glimmers his green eyes, which are very similar to the green eyes that I have. The color of his eyes, jade, seemed to complement his jet-black hair well. It's almost as if when I look at him, I see a version of both myself and Dmitri fused together into a single person. When I think about it, my cheeks become flushed with a shade of red, and a spark of excitement goes off in my mind. Is it possible that I am holding our child right now? Wait! Do Dmitri and I really have a child together? The sensation of actually holding the child in my arms is so comforting that it's as if I'm melting deep within

Despite how many times I already told Dmitri that I didn’t want to come with him. He still insisted that I go with him. His persistence over the matter is so dominating that I can’t even make any attempt to insist on what I truly want. In the end, I just settled in letting him drag me along with him. I even remember from earlier that he immediately pulled me off the bed just to push me inside the bathroom to change. Although I knew that he only did that to make sure that I can finally get on the clothes he provided, I still find it rude of him to actually force me. Can he at least wait for me to adjust to the fact that I am actually wearing his clothes. I am not that much of a picky person, however, wearing his clothes would only confirm that I have become his woman. We make our way out of the manor in a very nonchalant manner; however, despite the fact that it appears to be quite simple for Dmitri, it is actually quite difficult for me. There is a small part of me that worries tha