Semua Bab The Desire A Tale Of Luna's Longing: Bab 51 - Bab 60

VIN’S POVI pulled back first.Not because I wanted to—But because she needed air.Her breath came uneven, fragile, as if I had stolen it from her and she was only now reclaiming it piece by piece.My forehead rested against hers, both of us suspended in that dangerous space between restraint and surrender.My eyes locked with hers.And what I found there—Wasn’t what I expected.No blush.No embarrassment.No hesitation.Only something raw.Something unguarded.Something that mirrored the storm inside me.A line had been crossed.Silently.Irreversibly.There was no pretending now.No innocence left to hide behind.My hands were still on her, holding her as if letting go would break something fragile between us. And her fingers… they framed my face, steady, certain.We both knew.Whatever this was—It wasn’t stopping here.Before I could think—She moved.Sudden.Decisive.She pushed me back, her body hovering over mine, her lips crashing into mine again—this time without hesitation

GIA’S POVThough a part of me had already surrendered—already curled itself around him, ready to slip into whatever dreams he was drifting into—The rest of me…Was painfully aware.Aware of the position.Aware of the closeness.Aware of him.My body stayed stiff, unmoving, my gaze lowered to where his head rested in my lap.I should tell him to go inside.I should move.I should—“Breathe.”His voice came low, almost amused.And I realized—I wasn’t breathing.Again.I silently cursed myself, forcing air back into my lungs, my lips parting as I steadied myself. My eyes flickered back to the screen, quickly rewinding what I had missed, clinging to the distraction like it could anchor me.Slowly…Gradually…My body adjusted.Or maybe—It just stopped resisting.Time blurred.The episode continued, but my awareness never left him.Never left the weight of his head.The warmth of him.When I stretched, a soft yawn escaping me, my body loosening after sitting still for so long—Everything

GIA’S POV“I am glad you both reached on time. We were really worried.”My father’s voice reaches me before I can even take another step forward. It carries warmth, relief… and that familiar thread of concern that never seems to leave him. His eyes scan me instinctively—from my face to my posture—as if silently confirming that I am truly fine, that nothing has gone wrong in the time I was away.A small, knowing smile curves my lips.“I’m fine, Papa,” I say softly, stepping closer.But even as I say it, I know it won’t change anything.It never does.Because worrying… that is how he loves me.And somewhere along the way, I stopped trying to fight it.Before I can say anything more, I am pulled into a sudden, tight embrace.My mother-in-law.Her arms wrap around me warmly, almost possessively, as if she has been waiting for this moment longer than she would ever admit. There is happiness in her touch, a quiet relief that seeps through the way she holds me.“You’re finally here,” she mur

GIA'S POVMorning did not arrive gently—it seeped in.It came with distant echoes of footsteps, hushed instructions, the clinking of glass, and the low hum of preparations crawling through the walls of the palace like a living thing awakening. The house was no longer still… it was breathing.Reluctantly, I peeled my eyes open.A thin stream of sunlight filtered through the tightly drawn curtains, painting faint gold lines across the room. It wasn’t warm. It wasn’t comforting. Just… there. A quiet reminder that the day had begun, whether I was ready for it or not.I stretched slowly, my limbs heavy, as if sleep hadn’t truly rested me—only paused me. Sitting up, I exhaled deeply, brushing a hand over my face.Today would be long.Not because I knew everything that would unfold… but because I could feel it.Ara had arranged a charity ball—an elegant event wrapped in music and appearances. A noble cause. A calculated move. She wanted the Marking to mean something more… to turn it into opp

GIA’S POVslowly lifted my gaze—and the moment our eyes met, something inside me stilled.Completely.There was a question in his eyes.Not spoken.Not demanded.But there.Heavy.Waiting.And I knew exactly what he was asking.A breath caught in my throat.I have always liked tall men… but this man—he wasn’t just tall. He towered. Over my space. Over my thoughts. Over my control.It wasn’t just his height.It was his presence.“What’s wrong?” His voice broke through softly, but there was a sharp edge beneath it. “You seem… off.”I shifted slightly, rolling my shoulders in discomfort, trying to ignore how tightly the fabric clung to me.“I’m not comfortable in this dress,” I admitted quietly. “It’s too tight… I think.”His gaze dropped instantly—assessing, calculating, noticing everything.“Then why aren’t you changing, princess?”Simple question.Too simple.“I’m too lazy to do that,” I murmured, letting my forehead fall against his chest.The moment I leaned into him—Everything cha