Bonds at War: The Untouched is Mine novel Chapter 400

Attachment 400 Summary

In this chapter, Abel and Luna share a deeply emotional and passionate reunion, marked by an intense kiss that releases years of built-up longing and desire. Abel expresses how much he has missed Luna, both physically and emotionally, as they reconnect with a sense of urgency and tenderness. Their kiss is filled with mutual hunger and affection, symbolizing a rekindling of their bond after a long separation.

As they embrace, Abel makes a heartfelt promise to never let Luna go again, reinforcing their commitment and closeness. The atmosphere between them is charged with love and anticipation, as they cherish the moment and the physical connection they share. Luna’s playful and affectionate responses highlight the intimacy and warmth of their relationship.

The couple discusses the idea of having a second child, but Luna gently suggests they focus on enjoying their time with their first child, Snow, before expanding their family. This moment reflects their shared priorities and the care they take in nurturing their relationship and family.

Their physical intimacy deepens as Abel tenderly undresses Luna, savoring every moment and showing reverence for her. Despite the playful teasing and Abel’s mischievous actions, their interaction is marked by mutual respect and desire. Luna takes control at one point, intensifying their connection and highlighting the balance of power and pleasure between them.

Throughout the chapter, the emotions of love, desire, and tenderness intertwine as Abel and Luna rediscover each other. Abel’s careful attention to Luna’s comfort and pleasure underscores the deep affection and care that define their relationship, making this reunion both passionate and meaningful.

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Chapter 400: Pleasured Angel (18+)

ABEL

The instant our lips met, it felt as though something inside me—taut and strained for far too long—finally gave way. A tension that had been building, suffocating me since the day we parted, unraveled in that single, electric moment.

I poured every ounce of longing and pent-up desire into that kiss. Her lips were soft, warm, and inviting, and my hands instinctively cupped her face before sliding down to cradle her neck, desperate to keep her close, afraid she might slip away if I didn’t hold on tightly enough. Luna’s fingers wove themselves into my hair, her breath coming in quick, shallow gasps. She met every kiss with a hunger that mirrored my own, as if she had been waiting just as long as I had.

I had missed this—missed everything about her.

The way her lips quivered against mine, the faint, breathy sound she made somewhere between a sigh and a moan when I deepened the kiss—it sent a thrill straight through me. I couldn’t get enough. No matter how much I drank in, it was never enough.

It was as if I had been starved for years, and she was the first genuine taste of life I’d had in forever. Even now, with her pressed against me, it still wasn’t enough.

I craved more—not to possess her, but to imprint this feeling deep into my memory. To ensure I never forgot what it was like to be this close, this connected. Her hand rested gently on my chest, right over the steady beat of my heart pounding beneath her palm.

She could feel it—the restless rhythm that only she had the power to soothe.

Breaking the kiss just long enough to catch my breath, I looked at her. Her cheeks were flushed with warmth, lips swollen and pink, eyes half-lidded with desire.

“Luna,” I whispered, my voice rough with emotion.

“I’ll never let you go again,” I promised softly. “So get ready, angel…” I traced my thumb lightly over her lower lip, a faint smile tugging at the corners of my mouth. “You’re stuck with me forever.”

She let out a soft, breathless laugh that melted into a quiet hum, then kissed me again, and everything else—the world, time, worries—faded away. My hands roamed reverently over the familiar contours of her shoulders, down her back, and along the curve of her waist, pulling her even closer.

“Mine,” I murmured against her mouth.

Her arms tightened around me, drawing me in deeper.

“Abel,” she breathed, her voice barely audible but filled with meaning.

I responded with a gentle hum, lost in the moment.

“Don’t ever change,” she whispered, her eyes searching mine.

“Of course not,” I replied, a promise sealed in the warmth of our embrace.

For a heartbeat, I hesitated, savoring the closeness, then leaned down to meet her lips once more. She tasted like home—like everything I’d been missing.

Between kisses, I murmured softly against her skin, “Want to have a second child?”

She froze for a moment, then let out a muffled groan. “No. Not yet.”

I pulled back slightly, smiling against her cheek. “No?”

“Let’s… enjoy our time with Snow first,” she said quietly, her fingers brushing along my jawline.

I chuckled, nodding in agreement.

“Okay,” I whispered. Her body, her choice—always.

But that didn’t mean I could stop. I kissed her again, slower this time, deeper, savoring every inch of her.

My fingers traced the edge of her shirt, feeling the soft fabric beneath my touch, relishing the warmth of her skin just beneath. She shivered, breath hitching as her eyes locked onto mine.

The room felt impossibly still, the air thick with anticipation.

Gently, reverently, I began to peel her clothes away—not hurriedly, but with awe—my lips never leaving hers.

“It’s been too long,” I whispered.

“Do you know how much I’ve wanted this?” I asked, voice low and earnest.

“You’re not the only one,” she replied, and I paused, searching her face for a hint of jest, but her expression was serious. A slow smile crept onto my lips.

“Oh, so you want me?” I teased with a playful smirk.

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