All Chapters of Taste my Dear Luna: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Without second thoughts, she grabbed the undergarment that rested underneath his bed and stormed her way out of his room, feet grumpily stomping on the ground as if to signify her confusion and anger as she roughly closed the door behind her. She didn't really have any idea where she was going. And she didn't realize that she was practically a walking half-naked girl in only a large shirt and with a bra in her hand, which looked kind of pathetic if you'll ask me. It looked like she was holding her own undergarment. But she didn't think of this. Not when she was blinded by many possible reasons and thoughts that were floating in her mind. She walked downstairs bare feet and saw Zach down there talking with someone. She took a deep frustrated breath once she saw his freshly handsome face. But she couldn't hide it to herself or even to him. She was angry..and confused. He was within meters but he seemed so far away. And she couldn't reach h

The truck stopped and pulled over at the side of the road. He got out of the driver's door and marched to her side of the truck. She frowned as she looked around them. This place looked familiar but it seemed to her they parked out of nowhere. Zach guided her out the door as she stood there looking more like a lost homeless kitten. "You're..taking me into the woods?" she asked. "Yeah, problem?" Her expression fell. "I thought..I thought we're going to eat." Her stomach was quivering in hunger. "We are," he said. "But I'm not taking you in a place where people can see what's mine. Not when you're naked underneath that dress." Sighing and slightly uncomfortable, she walked to him. "I hate you." "You know you can never hate me, Kitten." He smirked and pressed his hand against her back to guide her the path. 

His heart was tightening inside his chest. His heart was aching. Bleeding. Wounded. And he couldn't do anything about it. "Fück!" he cursed out loud. Jaw clenching. Fists curling. Eyes burning. "Fückin shït! Fückin shït! Fückin—" He stopped and froze. She was there. She was naked. She was swimming at the mist of the sunset. And it was a beautiful sight. For a moment, he had been panicking, had been losing his mind and sanity at his own thoughts. Just knowing she was in danger would have given him a heart attack. But then, she was there, he reminded himself. But then, the way she rose above the clean sea of the falls, the way her wet hair sticked to her skin, dripping wet and flushed, the way she had her eyes closed as drops of water rolled down her skin, the way she bit her bottom lip attractively, the way her naked breasts arose from the water, he couldn't help but be mesmerized, be stunned by her beauty. 

There was a moment of silence. He sighed and took a step away from her, running his fingers through his hair. It was an idiotic move, he knew, but he couldn't help it. His cool always gets out of control whenever he was with her. He almost told her he wanted her. If only she knew. "Can you smell that?" she asked, pulling him out of his thoughts. "What?" The only thing he could smell was her scent. The sweet fragrance was clouding his space. God, how could she not see that? "Come on," she said. "Fück," he silently cursed under his breath as she grabbed his hand, their skins brushing against each other, and led him upstairs to the kitchen. "Oh, hello, Jack," Lola greeted with a smile as she saw them enter the kitchen. She placed pancakes on a plate and expertly poured sweet syrup upon the plate. "Come, eat." Anna dragged Jake

That early morning scene between Zach and Jake wasn't much a pleasurable moment for her. But Zach's kisses managed to heal her afterwards. While Grandma was busy, watering the garden outside the mansion, they secretly went upstairs to her bedroom and he worshiped her with his sweet kisses, covering her lips and sensitive skin with his sinful lips. When she managed to pull away from him to slip inside the bathroom, she took a fresh warm bath. Though not very much glad about this, Zach waited for her and laid down her bed for awhile. When she came out the bathroom, she was a dripping hot body covered in a pink bathrobe that sticked to her skin. He would never say it in words but his darkening eyes portray his burning desire for her. He was allured by the beautiful nymph in front of him, she whom he would call his Queen. Nevertheless, he managed to put his pieces together. With gritted teeth, he averted his gaze from