His Blue Moon Princess
His Sunshine Baby Chapter 97

I don't want to give in to him so easily, but when he keeps caressing my skin, I don't say anything. Why did I put something so short? I mean, it's summer, but still... Nathaniel keeps going, silently going on my leg, his electric blue eyes still on me. So annoying... I'm "You're not too tired? You should take your meds..."

blushing.

I shake my head. I hate taking medicine, it makes me drowsy. I would rather stay there and snooze on the couch with him. Nathaniel doesn't add, anything, either, but he won't take his eyes off me. This is such a strange situation... Back a few days ago, we couldn't have been further apart. It took a witch's attack to bind us back together. So, what now? "How are you feeling?"

"I'm fine... I may be a slow-healer, but I can still heal. It doesn't hurt more than a sprain now."

To prove my words, I take off the useless scarf that was binding my arm, and pull down my shirt to show the pink scar on my shoulder. I was wondering if he might feel disgusted by it, but he just nods, with a satisfied look. "Can you move?"

"Yeah... It just aches a bit if I use my muscles too much..."

Wait, he's not thinking of doing anything too... straining, right? I frown a bit, recalling Danny's earlier words. I don't know how much I can trust my own self-control, right now. I've been s*x-deprived for a few years, after all... I wonder if that's the case for him too. "Nate."

"Hm?"

"Did you sleep with someone else after I left?"

He doesn't answer, but goes white as sheet, which pretty much sums up his answer. f**k. I had hoped for something different. I click my tongue, a bit annoyed. I guess I was the only one living like a nun...

"Nothing serious," he says. "It was only a few one-night-stands."

"f**k you, Nate."

"I swear, I never saw them twice."

"f**k you, and shut up."

He looks down, and from his expression, I can tell his swearing internally, probably pissed at himself. Suits him, that i***t. I'm not in a forgiving mood anyway, so I'd rather not talk about this again. At least he's not giving me the Alpha male excuse...

Following this, I see him take a deep breath. I wonder where is deep thinking brought him too... Back then, I thought I had learned to decipher his emotions but now, it's like we're back to square one all over again. It annoys me a bit. It's not like we both have a clean plate, anyway... "Elena, would you marry me?"

...As he gone crazy now? I look at him, speechless. What the heck was he thinking to utter those words now? Is he that desperate?

"No. Hell no."

No way I'm ready for this kind of things, and certainly not with a man who just confessed he had s*x with Moon Goddess knows how many women since I've been gone. Unlike my expectations, he slowly nods, not looking surprised.

"I thought you'd trust me more that way..."

"You think marriage prevents cheating? Are you serious?"

"It works for Nora and Damian."

"Your brother and my cousin are fated mates, they stayed faithful to each other basically for life. I don't know if you've noticed, but neither of use is anything close to that," I reply angrily.

I get up, annoyed at him for some reason.

He can't compare me too Nora. I'm not my cousin. I love her, truly, but we're worlds apart. In the way we were raised, grew up, fought and found love, Nora and I are absolutely nothing alike. If it wasn't for a blood test I wouldn't even believe we're the same family, and our parents were twins...

I see him get up too, and just as I want to walk away from him, this i***t follows me all the way to the kitchen. I try to ignore him and grab a glass of wine. Nathaniel chuckles, annoying me a bit because I'm torn between ignoring him and asking what is so funny. "Stop laughing." "I'm not laughing."

"You're having fun, anyway. Nothing is fun..."

"Elena, calm down."

Before I can protest, he corners me, putting his arms around me. I'm so surprised I miss the chance to say anything. Moreover, he's already dangerously close, and his scent becomes a bit of a problem. It's alluring. Too alluring. "It's fine. Estelle will be fine, so will we."

"I saw my baby shapeshift for the first time today, Nate. it's not..."

"It's in the order of things, she had to shapeshift one day. So what if she's early, and a royal? You already knew that, right? It's useless to worry over that. She is who she is. I don't care how many witches come after her, I'll protect my daughter." "Our daughter."

"Our daughter. Elena, I'm her dad, alright."

"It's easy for you to say, now!"

He smiles, annoying me to the core. Can't he just drop that attitude of his? He goes one step closer. I didn't realize he could come closer and still not touch me. He's driving me crazy... I have to look away to not look at him now. It's unnatural. He knows. We both know.

"Estelle has two powerful uncles, the greatest luna aunt, and her parents are warriors. Her mom is the strongest, toughest she-wolf I know. She'll grow old and beautiful like her mom..." "Stop the sweet-talking, idiot..."

Of course, he doesn't listen.

I freeze when his lips get dangerously close. I'm taking a deep breath in, but right before our lips touch, he suddenly changes direction, and softly kisses my cheek. I blush. That... That!! "Elena?"

"You're kidding me, right?"

Before he can add anything else, I grab his hair, and pulls him in, kissing him fiercely. That how you should be kissing me, you i***t! ...is what I want to say, but of course, my mouth is too busy for that.

Moon Goddess, his lips, his taste... I missed it so much. His hands are already caressing my body, my neck, my hair, while I moan under our passionate kissing. How did I survive without his kisses for four years? How? Nate's tongue is on mine, driving me crazy, bringing the heat from the depths of my body, making me burn all the way. I'm trembling, grabbing him, kissing him hard and deep.

"Elena... Elena..."

His voice is consummated by desire, and driving me equally crazy.... We're both going nuts. I don't know. I keep looking for air, but I want his kisses more. I'm cornered in his kitchen, his arms all around me, caressing my skin and undoing my clothes skillfully. I'm so hot... I want more, more.

My self-control flew out of the window as soon as he touched me. I hate him... I hate what he does to me, and this foolish body of mine craving him when I should resent him for... I don't know, at least a few weeks more. Nate lifts me without warning, making me sit on the kitchen counter. I immediately entrap him between my legs, while he gets rid of my outfit, having it slid down to my ankles until it drops to the floor. I'm in my underwear, in his kitchen, facing him. I'm hot. So f*****g hot.

His fingers keep caressing my skin, my thighs, my waist, my back. I shiver and let the sparkles crawl under my skin, a wave of pleasure slowly coming back and forth. I struggle to get him out of his shirt, making him chuckle... I make him shut up with even more kissing, our tongues fighting to get a better taste of the other. When I suddenly feel his fingers on my panties, I grab his wrist, freezing. It's... not...

"Elena?" He asks, out of breath too.

"... ..."

My head is in such confusion right now, I don't even know how to formulate my thoughts into words. I'm red from heat to toe, out of breath and excited. He stares at me, confused, half-naked and in about the same state as I am. "I... I had a baby."

"I already know that..." He replies, a bit confused.

"It means my body changed. I... My... I mean, s*x is not going to be... To be like before."

He chuckles, caressing my nape with a tender look in his eyes. I don't think he's getting it, but a wave of anxiousness overpowers me in a few seconds. What if he's disappointed? What if he doesn't like my body anymore? What if we have the lousiest s*x ever and... "Elena, look at me."

He manages to get my attention, but I shake my head.

"You know what? Let's forget it. It's a bad idea. I can just..."

But while I struggle to escape him, he keeps smiling and holds me back, until I stop fighting and sigh.

"Elena Whitewood, I love you."

Holy Moon Goddess, why does he have to be so cheesy right now... I'm blushing like crazy, trying to evade his eyes, but he caresses my neck, speaking softly.

"I don't care how much your body changed. I want to embrace the woman I love. That's all I am thinking about. I'll love it because it's you. I don't care how much your body changes, my sunshine. Even if you get wrinkles or a hundred more pounds, I'll love this body of yours."

"Sh... Shut up..." I stutter, even more ashamed right now.

Is he saying that because he noticed I took on a bit more weight? Before I can say anything else, he slowly kisses the tip of my fingers. His mesmerizing blue gaze is on me, making me crazy. He kisses each of my fingers one by one, then goes to my palm. It's like this part of my body is suddenly connected to another, more intimate part, and sending electricity there. I shiver, burning inside. His kisses go to my wrist, and keeps going higher and higher, until he shifts to my b*a. His lips go in between, and, skilled as he is, that bastard, he takes it off in a matter of second. I'd better not remember how he got so skilled...

I breathe louder as he keeps kissing, fondling and caressing me. I reach out for his warmth too, my arms go to his back, caressing it, going lower. I can't strain my shoulder, but I won't let him do it all by himself either...

The heat goes up in the kitchen, and before I know it, we're both n***d against each other, hotter than ever. My heart is thumping in my ears, I'm... excited beyond words. It's Nate. Nathaniel. The man I left four years ago, the man I've been wanting for four years. I don't know if I should be glad or regretful, but it's way too late.

I want him. I want him so bad. When we unite our body, I can't hold a cry of pleasure. It takes the two of us a few seconds to recover just from that deep, forceful contact. We kiss again in that short lap of time, unable to hold it. It's like it never happened. Like we're back to four years ago but... With something better. Something more fusional between us, something I don't want to miss ever again. His body is bulkier, manlier, and I can't handle it all. The muscles moving under his skin are driving me crazy.

Nate keeps moving, inside, and I can't hold it. He's gotten even better, if it was possible. My extremities are going insane with pleasure, tickling, and I need to focus on breathing not to explode. He's not even going fast or wild, it's just... So, so good. He remembers my body, how to make me go insane with pleasure. My stomach his bursting, my insides overwhelmed by the friction of our bodies between my legs. Worse thing is, I have to be careful not to be too loud, I'm scared will wake Estelle up, and I really don't want that. "Nate... Nate... More... Please..."

As if he was waiting for my go, he suddenly accelerates, and I wasn't prepared. I breathe and moan, grabbing his broad shoulders to hold on, the blood rushing. After a while, I realize his erratic breathing is mixed with his husky voice, calling my name. I hear it, again and again, as he keeps thrusting, making sparkles inside, having me cry out.

After awhile, I finally feel it coming. I don't know how long we've been like this, but I can't take it anymore, and I can feel him tensing up, groaning louder. A few second later, we both explode, like a firework in my head and our joint bodies. "You... Are you okay?" He asks, out of breath.

I slowly nod.

Moon Goddess... How did we spend hours having s*x before? Just a few minutes and I'm so freaking tired... Nathaniel doesn't seem as exhausted as I am. He just kisses my shoulder while I rest on his, caressing my back.

"I missed you... I missed you so much..." He whispers while slowly hugging me.

To my own surprise, his words bring me to tears. I hug him back, hiding my pathetic sobbing in his shoulder.

"Elena? Are you in pain? Did I..."

"Shut up..." I sob.

He sighs, and lifts me up again, caressing me effortlessly. Damn it. Between his strength and new muscles, I'll really get addicted to this new body of his...

"....I missed you too. You jerk."

"Elena, I..."

"You damn jerk. i***t. I hate you..."

I hear him chuckle, and kiss my neck again.

"I know. I'm sorry. And I love you, too."

"Stop saying that. I still hate you."

"Mh."

I know he doesn't care, but I'm still annoyed at him.

A bit.

"...Bath? Shower?" He asks softly.

"Mh... A bath."

"Alright. And maybe we can go for a second..."

"Shut up!"

I hear him chuckles while he carries me to the bathroom.

Damn it.