Page 103 of The Possessive Alpha’s Reborn Luna

He kicked the bedroom door open, turned back to lock it, then tossed me onto the bed.

I sat up, watching him approach step by step. My heart was about to explode.

"Isn't it bad to just leave the banquet like this? Won't the nobles talk..."

"Let them talk." He leaned down, hands braced on either side of me, caging me in. "Right now, all I want is you."

His kisses trailed down—collarbone, chest. My head fell back. My breathing grew ragged.

"Cedric..." I clutched his collar. "Slow down..."

"Can't." He looked up, eyes full of hunger. "Do you know how long I've waited for this day?"

My body went soft as water, collapsing onto the bed. I wanted him too. I was going crazy with it.

Cedric began unlacing my wedding gown. "And you were so beautiful today. So beautiful I couldn't control myself."

The gown's complicated laces came undone under his hands one by one. His hand cupped my breast, rough thumb dragging across, sending electric shocks through me.

"Ah..." I couldn't help the soft cry.

"Still so sensitive." He grinned wickedly, thumb circling the peak. "Alice, you want me too, don't you?"

His other hand slid down, slipping between my thighs.

"Already so wet for me," he murmured against my skin, fingers finding me slick and ready. "Tell me you want this."

"I—" My breath caught as he circled slowly, deliberately. "Yes. God, yes."

He made a low, satisfied sound and captured my mouth again, swallowing my moans as his fingers worked me open. I arched into his touch, desperate for more.

"Cedric, please—"

His voice was dark, teasing. "Use your words, Alice."

"I need you. Now."

That snapped something in him. He stripped away the rest of my gown with far less care than before, fabric pooling on the floor. His own clothes followed in a rush of movement until we were skin to skin.

He lifted me easily, carrying me to the window. Cool glass pressed against my back as he hoisted me up, my legs wrapping around his waist.

"Hold on to me," he commanded, and I locked my arms around his neck just as he thrust inside.

The stretch made me gasp. He filled me completely, buried deep. For a moment, we both went still, foreheads pressed together, breathing hard.

"Fuck, Alice." His voice shook. "You feel incredible."

Then he started moving—slow at first, letting me adjust, but quickly building into a driving rhythm that had me crying out with each thrust. The window rattled behind me. Anyone in the gardens below could probably hear us, but I couldn't bring myself to care.

"Louder," Cedric growled against my throat. "I want everyone to know who you belong to."

He shifted the angle and hit something devastating inside me. I threw my head back with a sharp cry, nails digging into his shoulders.

"That's it." His fingers tightened on my hips, sure to leave bruises. "Let go for me."

The pressure built impossibly high. When it finally broke, pleasure crashed through me in waves. I shattered around him, his name torn from my throat.

He didn't stop. Didn't slow. He fucked me through it until I was boneless and shaking, then carried me to the desk, sweeping everything off with one arm. Papers and candlesticks clattered to the floor.