Semua Bab Moonlit Temptation: Fated to be his : Bab 61 - Bab 69

“J-julien” Nia’s breath came in ragged gasps as she rocked back and forth over the balcony railing, her spine bent at an unnatural angle. The pressure of Julien’s grip around her throat was unbearably, possessive, terrifyingly familiar.But she just got here, she couldn’t just die immediately? She knew she was failing her mission woefully, and if died right now then it makes things worse.She had only collected one energy so far, how would she bring Ares back if all she was doing is get carried away? Images flashed in her mind, Her head slammed against the stone —Seraphine’s laughter, her whispered confessions, her body pressed against Julien’s in love and war. She could see herself living all of Seraphine’s moments, And then the memory of falling—arms flailing, air rushing past her, the brutal snap of her skull against pavement.If she couldn’t get herself out of this mess, then it would happen again.But this time, she wasn’t Seraphine.She was Nia.And she was going to feel the

Nia’s breath seized as his fingers teased her, circling her clit with a slow, maddening control. She moaned, the sound escaping her lips in a low, desperate whimper. Her hands clung to his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin as if she were afraid he might pull away. “Please,” she begged, her voice trembling. “Don’t stop.” Julien’s eyes darkened, his gaze locked on hers as he continued to toy with her. “I won’t,” he murmured, his voice a low, possessive growl. I’ll never stop, Sera. You’re mine. His words sent a shiver down her spine, a mix of fear and excitement coursing through her veins. She knew she should be scared, should push him away, but her body betrayed her, arching into his touch, craving more. Julien’s other hand moved to her waist, his fingers tightening around her as he leaned in, his lips brushing against her neck. “You’re so beautiful, he whispered, his breath hot against her skin. “I can’t get enough of you. Nia’s heart raced as he began to kiss her

“The Elysian Art event” The moment Nia stepped into the grand, dimly lit venue, she felt the weight of every eye on her. The gallery echoed with soft conversations, champagne glasses clinking, and the quiet admiration of art. Paintings and sculptures were arranged elegantly , their creators stood proudly beside them, eager to secure a wealthy buyer when the event starts. Her gaze moved across the room, taking in the familiar environment . From Sera’s scattered memories, she could recall this was Julien’s guilty pleasure—an exclusive art pop-up event that only the elite had access to. It was held every three months, always in a big secretive location, a gathering where art was not just admired but treated like a weapon—bought, claimed, and manipulated. And Julien thrived in it. He didn’t just collect art. He consumed it. Bought pieces from struggling or promising artists only to repaint them, to reshape them, to strip them of their identity but not to make them his own He want

“You mean, naked?” She almost choked on her words, Her breath caught in her throat, Liam was a complete stranger. Connection or not, she still didn’t know the guy. “You can leave them on if you’re more comfortable,” He said, his voice steady. “I’m sorry if that sounded, erm…” The words just scattered and he couldn’t put them in place, But before he could say more, her hands moved to the hem of her coat, pulling it away from her body. He quickly turned away, and for a moment, she thought he might leave. But instead, he grabbed a piece of light silk fabric from a nearby table and approached her with slow steps. “Here,” he said, draping the fabric over her shoulders. It fell loosely down her back, barely covering her but somehow making her feel less exposed. Nia could almost smell the nervousness on him, but yet he tried to put himself together just to make her comfortable. “You can sit here,” He pointed toward the raised platform near the window, where the city lights would norm

His eyes beamed slightly, like she had given him the go ahead to go all out on her. Swiftly, he placed her two legs on the table And pressed her chest gently till she lay flat, her body exposed to him. Her nipples pink and hard, waiting and begging for his touch. Her wetness leaked from her entrance desperate for his cock. His hands roamed her body, like he was tracing every curve, every inch of her. He soon got on top of her, his weight pressed her down just enough to make her feel utterly overwhelmed by his scent. “You’re unlike anything I’ve ever seen, Seraphine,” he whispered, his breath warm against her ear as he pulled down his pants, freeing his hard, throbbing cock, with precum beaded on his top. She could feel the heat radiating from him, the desire of just taking her whole. But he was taking his time He positioned himself between her legs, the tip of his cock teased sloppy entrance. “Are you ready?” he asked, his voice low and husky. His need for consent even drov