All Chapters of Moan For Me Moana : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

✿MOANA✿He reconnected our lips before I could get another word out.His mouth was hungry and demanding and I met him with the same energy, my fingers tangling in his blonde hair, pulling him closer even though there was no space left between us. His tongue swept against mine and I sucked on it lightly, earning a low groan from deep in his chest that vibrated through my entire body.He carried me through the cottage without breaking the kiss. I kept my legs wrapped around his waist and my arms locked around his neck and I let him navigate us through the dark rooms, past shadows and furniture I couldn't see, until we reached a doorway at the end of a narrow hallway.The room was dim. Just the low lamp in the corner throwing soft light across the bed.Dylan laid me down on the bed like I was something fragile. Something precious. Something he had been waiting his whole life to hold.He stood at the edge of the bed and looked down at me and I watched his green eyes travel over my body. I

♡DYLAN♡I was smiling because she was still here.Moana was sleeping next to me in the small bed in the cottage, her dark hair spread across the white pillow like spilled ink. The duvet was pulled up to her chin but I knew she was naked underneath because I had spent most of the night learning every inch of her body. The curve of her hips. The softness of her stomach. The way her back arched when I touched her in certain places.I was blocking the sun from her face with my body. The morning light was coming through the thin curtains and I knew it would wake her up if I let it hit her eyes. So I stayed where I was, propped up on my elbow, my shadow falling across her like a blanket.She looked peaceful. Her lips were slightly parted and her breathing was slow and even and there was a small crease between her eyebrows that only appeared when she was truly relaxed. Her lashes fanned out against her cheeks and her skin was pale in the morning light and she was the most beautiful thing I h

⁠✿MOANA✿We ended up spending the whole weekend at the cottage.Saturday blurred into Sunday in a haze of tangled sheets and pizza and showers that ran too long because we couldn't keep our hands off each other. I learned things about his body that I had only imagined before. The spot behind his ear that made him shiver. The way his breath hitched when I scratched my nails down his back. The sound he made when I finally let him—I called my mom on Saturday afternoon from the cottage landline, because my phone was still in the car and Dylan had given me a look when I mentioned going to get it that made it very clear he had opinions about that, and I told her I was staying at Octavia's. She sounded distracted when she answered, not suspicious, and I felt a small stab of guilt that faded quickly.I would deal with the guilt later. I was getting good at filing things away for later.Kenzie had called six times by Sunday evening. I knew because I finally brought my phone in on Sunday morni

⁠✿MOANA✿"Dylan didn't sleep in my room," I said.My voice came out steadier than the rest of me felt. I was standing in the hallway with my concealer still settling over the marks on my neck, my bag hanging off one shoulder, and my mother was three feet away with her arms folded across her chest and her eyes doing a slow, deliberate sweep of my face that made my skin prickle.She was already dressed for work. Hair done, lipstick on, reading glasses pushed up on her head. She had been waiting. That was the part that landed heaviest, that she had deliberately missed her usual departure time to stand here and wait for me to come out of my room."I saw him leave your room this morning," she said. Her voice was measured. Careful. The voice she used when she was trying not to sound like she was accusing me of something while absolutely accusing me of something. "He was shirtless, Moana. It was six forty-five in the morning."I held her gaze and kept my expression level. "He came in this mo

The laugh stopped me before my brain had processed what I was hearing. It came from behind me, low and unhurried, and it was wrong in a way I felt in my stomach before I understood why. Not Kenzie's laugh. Not the warm, easy sound I had heard a hundred times over the months of knowing him. This was something else entirely. This came from somewhere underneath all of that, from a person I had been sitting across from and eating with and holding hands with and had apparently never actually met.I turned around.He was standing with his weight shifted back onto one heel, his head tilted, his hands loose at his sides. The tired lines of his face were gone. The careful evenness was gone. His shoulders had dropped from their held position into something more natural, the ease of a person who has stopped performing a role and is simply standing in their own skin for the first time. His eyes were on me and they were darker than I had ever seen them and absolutely, completely calm."You think i