31. Matilda

Wordlessly Cillian, his hands planted on my hips guided me towards the bed. His blue eyes were locked onto mine. I had just my bra and panties on as I sat on the edge of the bed.

He stood before me and steadily removed his clothing. In the dim light of the room, I greedily took in his perfect skin, those toned muscles, and rugged shoulders. All leading down towards a sculpted v-line.

Without thinking, I stuck my hand out and felt along that ridge of muscle. My fingers were inside the hem of his briefs as he let out a low growl.

I pulled him towards me with a soft grin. As my back hit the mattress, he leaned over my body, supported by his elbow and arm as he lavished kisses on me.

My hands roamed his bare chest and shoulders. He was so perfect, more than I had ever imagined a man could be.

"I love you," I murmured as he undid the front fastening of my bra.

"I wanted to do this so differently…I wanted it to be perfect, I wanted you in my room as my Luna. I wanted to shower you in eve