Luna | The Wolves of Lusana [Vol. 2]

Seven

I knew I was dreaming. I had to be. It had been nearly two months since I had witnessed the affair and ever since then I was plagued (or should I say blessed) with highly suggestive dreams with Elijah. And I couldn't help but feel my resolve breaking the more I got to know him.

  The turquoise water inching toward me as the waves broke across the horizon. I could feel the sand digging in between my toes, the tiny grains clinging to my skin as the salt filled air blowed through my curly locks. I took in a deep breath, feeling entirely calm in this moment as I sunk down, sitting in the hot sand.

"Hey." I heard Elijah call behind me, his voice carrying over the crashing waves. Immediately, I turned around to look at him and what I saw made my heart skip several beats. He was wearing clothes this time, his blue and grey swim trunks hanging unimaginably low on his hips. I swallowed, cheeks burning as I willed myself to stop staring, at least, anywhere other than there. Looking up, I smiled awkwardly before tearing my eyes away from him and back towards the water.

"It's beautiful." I finally managed to say, as he sat beside me.

"I've never been." Elijah replied and I looked over at him.

"You've never been to the beach?" I asked and he nodded.

"I've never had the chance to." He shrugged, "Where are we?"

"I think we might be in Georgia." I said, "If you could, would you want to?"

"Take a trip to the beach?" He inquired and I nodded watching as he smiled and the amount of joy was clear on his face, "I would love to."

"We could take long walks on the beach, stay inside maybe order some food." I mused, sighing at how relaxed I felt.

"That sounds nice or we could spend some time together," he paused as if he was hesitating but the bond won as his next word had an edge to it, "alone."

His voice sent shivers down my spine, and my body singed at the idea. I couldn't help but imagine spending mornings with him tangled up in the sheets of our bed. I wanted to wake up every morning with him at my side, spending evenings watching movies, or taking vacations when we needed to get away from everything just for a little while. But most of all, I only wanted to be with him.

I couldn't help being conflicted about it all, I had a moral obligation to stay loyal to my current husband even if he didn't deserve that loyalty. And on the other hand, I was dealing with the insane attraction I felt towards Elijah that was made me feel complete.

If I kissed him, would I be able to stop?

Looking away, hoping I could clear my head and gain control but it was too late. My body was already moving on it's own accord and right now, I was reaching towards that thick head of hair staring back into his eyes as I noticed the amount of lust in them and I knew he could feel what I was feeling as it mirrored my own.

"Emilia," he said, his voice hoarse, "what are you—"

His words fell short as my lips crashed to his as the whole world stopped and I relished the moment of his soft lips on mine before he took back control, kissing me fiercely, passionately, as if he had been wishing for this moment for years instead of months. The moment ended of course when I pushed away, suddenly coming to my senses that I was still married and the anger and confusion that flowed over his once serene face shocked me.

"Shit, I'm sorry." I said and Elijah let out a growl of frustration.

"I know." He said, "you want to wait for your divorce I get that, but Emilia, I don't know how much more I can take. Emilia, I love..."

His words began to muffle before everything was black and I was awake.

I sat up in bed, Elijah's emotions mixing with my own as I talked to the empty room, "What the hell are you doing Emilia?"