A Beautiful Luna After Rejection

Chapter 183: At Sunset

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

He loosened his grip on me. I grabbed his arm and panted. Before I could catch my breath, Michael turned around with me in his arms.

“Hmm, what are you doing?” I asked.

Michael’s penis was still stuck in my vagina. After hearing what I said, he pushed it back in and replied calmly, “Go back to bed.”

He looked so sure that I believed him.

Although I disagreed with the position he was currently holding me in, I had to compromise for a moment, considering Michael’s usual overbearing and nasty style. I shamelessly moved forward with Michael’s penis in my hands.

I felt that every step was challenging, that my body was too sensitive when I was having sex with Michael, and that Michael was astonishingly large. His penis was almost perfectly embedded in my vagina, and as he moved, it moved with regularity; the tendons throbbed against the delicate walls of my vagina almost all the time.

I couldn’t close my legs, and a warm sensation flowed from my vagina all over my body, making me increasingly uncomfortable. Gradually, I lost my sense of direction, and all my energy was focused on tolerating pleasure and moaning, utterly unaware of where I was being pushed.

Finally, my knee touched something hard. I thought I was at the edge of the bed, but before I could take a breath, I saw a sea of traffic as far as my eyes could see.

It turned out that Michael hadn’t taken me to bed at all. Instead, he had walked straight to the floor-to-ceiling window.

I felt my heart stop for a moment.

Then, Michael pushed me behind him. I cried out in panic, but my body, which the pleasure had corroded, couldn’t resist. I was pushed limp against the floor-to-ceiling window.

I hit Michael on the chest and tried to get him to turn around, but Michael wouldn’t do it. He lowered his head and kissed me again.

I was mad at Michael for making such a bad joke and trying to avoid it, but Michael grabbed me by the back of my neck and put his hand on my mouth.

Michael touched my buttocks and wrapped his big hand around them, massaging them. At first, I was struggling. Slowly, Michael kissed me until I couldn’t breathe. I went from resisting to pressing against Michael’s chest. I grabbed his cuffs and begged for mercy.

“No, not here, Michael. Someone will see.” Tears hung in the corner of my eyes as I begged Michael for mercy.

“This is the top floor. No one can see. Baby, be good. Let me in,” Michael whispered.

I looked at him helplessly. I didn’t want to give in easily.

Michael impatiently grabbed one of my legs and lifted me. I couldn’t maintain my balance in my lust. I staggered backward. This time, my back was pressed against the floor-to-ceiling window. The cool glass made me shudder.

I came to my senses and struggled to stand up again.

But Michael pressed his palm against me and pressed me against the glass. Then, in this position, he pushed his penis inch by inch into me.

“Uhh...”

***

I didn’t know when the sex ended, but I felt as if I’d lost consciousness. Michael and I moved from the wall to the floor-to-ceiling window, the bed, and the bathroom.

My limbs went limp, and my mind went blank, and I was in a state of being at Michael’s mercy. I felt as if there was a spring in me that wouldn’t dry out, and if Michael touched my clit, it would spasm, and I would ooze.

The chaotic groans that grew and subsided on the hotel’s top floor continued into the sunset.

The sun hung lazily in the sky as it set nonchalantly on its last watch. It was also sunset, and I was crouching on the floor, looking at Michael not far away, a serious look in my eyes.

I had a metal arrowhead in my hand, and I had to touch it with gloves, or it would burn my skin. The arrowhead was coated with wolf poison, a poison deadly to werewolves. If I accidentally touched it with any part of my body, it would make me feel bone-eating pain.

Even though I was now a royal Lycan and would not die from wolf poison, I was still afraid of it.

After looking at it over and over again, I threw the arrowhead to the ground, and the forest would eventually devour it. The forest and the land were the most powerful places, and they would swallow up anything that wasn’t good, including the trail of the werewolf hunters.

Michael and I had been tracking the group for a long time, but each time, we were one step behind.

The werewolf hunters would always run away at a critical moment and leave the wolf poison to prove they had been there.