Moonlit Vows Of Vengeance-Chapter 74: Smutty

I bit his shoulder to keep from screaming.

When I came down, panting and shaking, he kissed me—softer this time, but still just as hungry.

"You taste as good as I’d imagined that you would," he murmured, licking the sweat from my neck. "And I’ve been starving for you for a long time."

Then he was undoing his pants, freeing himself. He was already hard—achingly so—and I couldn’t look away.

My lips parted as he gripped himself, brushing his head against my slick entrance.

"Athena?" he asked hoarsely. "I want you to belong to me."

"You?" I echoed, a defiant fire in my chest. "You want me to belong to you?"

His eyes met mine. "Yes. I really want you to."

He slid in slow and deep, inch by inch, until I was filled to the brim, stretched around him perfectly.

My back arched, nails digging into his arms. "Gods—Lucas—"

He started to move, hard and steady, every stroke pulling moans from my throat I couldn’t stop if I tried.

"You fit me like you were made for me," he growled.

I gasped, fingers gripping the sheets. "Don’t say that—"

"Why not?" he panted, thrusting harder. "It’s true. You feel at home."

"I really hate you," I whispered, but my hips bucked to meet every thrust.

He grinned like the devil. "Then hate me harder."

He picked up the pace, slamming into me with force, with purpose. The bed creaked beneath us, the headboard thudding lightly against the wall.

"You feel that?" he growled, bending to kiss the corner of my mouth.

"I’m going to regret this," I moaned as another wave built inside me, hotter and faster than before.

"Then regret it with your legs shaking around me."

And gods, I did.

He pushed me over the edge again, this time with one deep, brutal thrust that sent me spiralling. I clung to him like he was the only solid thing in a burning world.

As I rode the aftershocks, he groaned deep and spilt inside me, his forehead pressed to mine, sweat mingling, breath syncing, bodies tangled like they never should’ve come apart.

We stayed there, trembling, catching our breath.

Then he kissed my forehead.

Soft.

Too soft.

Like he cared so deeply about me.

And that—more than anything else—terrified me.

Because I wasn’t sure if I hated him more for touching me like that...

Or for having the power to make me want him.

The hours slipped by in silence after Lucas left. The room still smelled faintly of him, and my skin prickled with the memory of his fierce kiss and the way he’d pulled me close—like he’d never want to let go again.

I tried to steady my breathing, tried to shake off the heat burning my cheeks. I barely had time before a soft knock came at the door.

"Who is it?" I called, hastily pulling my robe tighter around me.

"Lira," came her calm voice from the other side.

I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding and hurried to open the door.

Lira stepped inside, her usual bright smile in place. She glanced around the room and then at me, her eyes lingering just a moment too long.

"You look flushed," she observed lightly, tilting her head. "Did you have a strange dream last night?"

I swallowed hard and forced a small, awkward smile. "Yeah... something like that. It felt so real."

She nodded as if accepting the answer without pressing further and walked in fully.

"I’ve got some good news," she said, her voice brightening. "My father found something—about the portal. He thinks there might be a way to send you back."

My heart stuttered. "Really?"

Lira nodded eagerly. "Yeah. But he wants to talk to you himself, see what you think. He says it’s urgent."

I hesitated, the weight of hope pressing down on me. "When?"

"As soon as you’re ready," she said. "He’s waiting."

I managed a shaky nod. "Thank you, Lira. That means more than you know."

She smiled warmly. "We’re going to get you home, Athena. I promise."

I shut the door gently behind her, my mind a whirlwind of hope and confusion—and a blush that wouldn’t fade.

The corridor to the throne room was vast and echoing, the walls gleaming with polished marble and intricate tapestries that depicted the kingdom’s history. Despite the grandeur, I couldn’t shake the cold knot in my stomach.

Lira walked beside me, calm and sure as ever, but I was the one who had to face the King. The man who held the answers — and possibly more danger than I wanted.

"We’ll get through this," Lira said softly, squeezing my hand. "You’re not alone, don’t forget that."

I nodded, drawing strength from her words even as my heart pounded louder.

When we reached the massive double doors, they opened before we could knock. A pair of guards nodded respectfully and stepped aside.

The throne room was vast, lit by towering crystal chandeliers that scattered prismatic light. The King sat on his elevated throne, regal and imposing, his sharp eyes fixed on us.

" Lira," he said, his voice deep and commanding. "Athena."

I stepped forward, bowing my head slightly.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

He studied me for a long moment, his gaze piercing.

"Your arrival here has been... unexpected," he said. "And yet, it may be the key to an ancient mystery."

Lira stepped forward beside me. "Athena, Father found out that your presence here is tied to the portal and the fate of both our realms."

The King nodded slowly. " My advisors are studying how to open the portal’s magic, but it remains unsure."

He motioned to a grand table where a map of swirling symbols and glowing runes lay spread out.

"This is what I’ve discovered," he said, pointing to a shimmering blue circle. "The portal connects your world and ours, but the barrier is weakening. Without a way to stabilize it after opening it, both realms risk collapse."