All Chapters of The Scarred Luna’s Revenge : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

RomanI resumed kissing her, I could taste myself on her lips and she kissed me back eagerly. None of my brain cells were working, she tasted intoxicating and I needed to drown myself In her honey pot.I allowed my mouth to wander, leaving fresh trails of hickeys on her. I loved the feeling of skin against skin, I let our tongues dance together once more, and I let her taste my essence all over her throat, in between her breasts, between her thighs...everywhere it felt good, she responded with moans, moans I wanted to listen to over and over again. She moaned louder when I pulled away to look down at her and her breathing became unsteady and ragged. She looked beautiful at that moment, so fucking beautiful. I felt her tiny hands around my cock, stroking my length slowly, making me shiver in anticipation. “I want you,” she whispered. “Please…”I knew there was no way I would ever be able to resist her pleading voice. It was just too much, too sexy, too enticing. I pulled her toward

Roman POV The next morning came by really fast, the reality of what we had done washed over us, the memories flooding through my mind, leaving her wide-eyed and flushed. She sat up, turning her attention towards me as she stared deeply into my eyes, searching for an answer. She didn't have to say anything else because I knew what she was saying “Hi?” She whispered but it came out like a question. “Hi,” I whispered back. Then the moments of uncomfortable silence followed. We just stared at each other, neither of us sure where to start. I could see the thoughts and questions racing in her mind, wanting answers, but unsure if I'd be able to provide any at that moment. “Um that was nice, thank you?” it also came out like a question from her lips, her cheeks turning a bright shade of pink, and I just sighed. She looked adorable. But why did I feel guilty? I hated feeling guilty, I hated being responsible for anyone, I don't know why I was feeling guilty. “I don't know what happened

ReneeI looked around me and back to my phone again but there was no sign of anything being off. The windows of my room wove in and out of the grey concrete walls surrounding me like the branches of a large tree. I stared at the window. How did this person know this? No one knew anything about me, not even Levi and Rosalie.So this time, as much as it pained me to admit it, I didn't think it was them.I looked at the picture again, it was a photo of my home, the place that held memories including the ones I wanted to forget.Who knew who I really was? How did they find this place? And why? Could it have been Roman? But why would he go through all of this stress? He couldn't do that, right?What was happening with me? I had lost focus on getting back my child and then this? I didn't hear the door to my room open until someone tapped me. I jumped up, afraid.“Why are you so jumpy?" Roman demanded softly. "You startled me!" I exclaimed as if it was not enough reason. Why was he here

Roman POVIf there was anything I knew, Celestria didn't need me. She had a whole plan where I knew nothing. When I got home, the guards said she had left the house. I couldn't exactly be mad at them, it was not like I had instructed them not to let her out.Something in me pushed me to look for her, driven down everywhere I thought she could possibly be, and found nothing. It's not like I knew much.When I decided to drive back home, I caught sight of her along the side walk and pulled over. Her hair was a mess, face tear-stained and red from definitely from crying and I couldn't tell what was going on.“Do you want a ride?” she was still strolling and it looked like it was going to rain, she didn't notice me or maybe she did but she increased her pace.“I don't want a ride, I know my way home” She told me straight to my face. That was a lot of redness, I thought as I looked into her eyes.I still drove a little, matching her pace. I didn't usually do this, in fact, I had never don

Roman POV Do you have moments where everything still and replays in slow motion? The kind of moments that are not so bad because it is still. You know, when time has slowed down to a crawl and your eyes take in every little detail with great focus? It’s like the world is suspended on a string as you observe each individual action. It would be hard to describe what you feel then, but it would be the most perfect feeling ever. A feeling of peace or calm. Of happiness or contentment. You can’t put words to it. There is no such word. There is only experience. Her words echoed in my head like carnival drums and they also did funny things to my heart. But that wasn't something I wanted to dwell on right now. Not yet.‘Maybe some other time?’ I thought to myself as I tried to focus all my energy on the road ahead of me- ahead of us. But her eyes, those incredible green eyes of hers had me trapped for at least ten minutes before I could even try to focus again. Those damn beautiful eyes