A Beautiful Luna After Rejection

Chapter 130: Waking Up In The Morning

It was a comfortable situation for both of us, and by the time I finished my homework, Michael was still frowning at a pile of papers at his desk.

I didn’t want to disturb him, nor did I want to leave his side, so I watched him.

I somehow dozed off in the warm study with Michael’s pleasant scent. Then, I felt someone gently lift me. I knew it was Michael, so I fell asleep with more confidence.

This sleep was very deep and comfortable.

When I woke up, the sky outside was already bright. I saw that I had been changed into my pajamas and felt very refreshed. I didn’t know if Michael had washed me when he carried me back last night.

I turned to look at Michael’s face. I had dozed off in the study the day before, wondering what time Michael would finish working.

Michael was facing me, his long arms and legs unashamedly exposed under the covers, unafraid of catching a cold.

One of his arms pressed against my body across the covers, a heavy weight. I tried to put his arm away, but as soon as I did that, Michael’s arm snapped back and wrapped itself around me, his chin rested on my shoulder, and I could hear his breathing.

I thought he was awake. “Michael?” I whispered

But all I could hear was his even breathing.

I could do nothing but stare at Michael’s face.

More than once, I had come to realize that Michael’s face was the work of god. His dark brown eyes were closed, and his long lashes covered his eyelids like little brushes.

The sky was still dark, and the half-light gave Michael’s chiseled features a more three-dimensional feel.

......

I reached for them, but I felt someone clasp my wrist before I could touch them.

I looked at Michael’s face, and before he could open his eyes, he was smiling.

I felt the arms around me tighten, and the tip of my nose touched Michael’s Adam’s apple first. Then, I heard a lazy voice say, “What are you doing up so early? Sleep in my arms.”

As I got closer to Michael, I noticed that Michael’s body was naked under the covers. Only a pair of underwear was on him, and I could feel his muscles.

I felt a little embarrassed and wanted to take my hands off Michael.

But Michael had already lowered his head and bit me on the neck. He mumbled, “Touching me so early in the morning, huh?”

I could never beat Michael’s accusatory talk.

He had carried me to bed last night and slept with me naked. This morning, he had grabbed my hand and wouldn’t let me go, and now I was the one groping him.

But by being so close to Michael, I could already feel a dangerous change in his body under the covers, and I didn’t want to become a sex animal with Michael in the morning, even if Michael’s body was attractive.

Just as I was about to leave, Michael rolled over and pressed down on me.

I felt his penis sticking out between my legs in the morning, and there was no hint of shyness in Michael’s expression.

“No, don’t be silly.” I reached out and pushed Michael. “Didn’t you say you had something to do yesterday?”

“It can wait.”

Michael was already kissing me on the chin. I already had a strong desire for Michael during this period. However, after Michael took the initiative, I quickly lost the ability to resist and could only let him do whatever he wanted and played along.

Although it was not my first time, the blanket was stained with our bodily fluids after Michael and I finished fooling around.

I lay on my back, too ashamed to go see the housekeeper.

These days, the housekeeper had to go through the bedding every time he came in, checking the consumables on the nightstand and replenishing them. If I happened to be there, he would ask me desperately what I liked better.

Michael’s arms clung to me, his lips moving back and forth across my face, kissing me repeatedly.

Every time Michael tried to stay up in the morning, he gave me the impression of a child.

I turned to look at Michael, but I didn’t think there were children of that size.

I patted Michael’s hand, and he reluctantly let go of me. I could finally get out of bed this morning, brush my teeth, shower, wash up, and put on clothes that would allow me to leave the house.

By the time I was done, Michael had looked as if he had finally come to his senses.

He had changed into a well-tailored suit and was back to being the glittering Lycan Prince of the royal family, a far cry from the man who had just wanted to get laid.