#Hutao05 hispers Under Moonlight

Charlotte Evans stood in Lune d’Argent’s exhibition area, silver n//eon lights casting a glow across her face, her sea-blue eyes shimmering with resolve laced with unease. After her meeting with Gabriel Laurent, her paintings had left collectors in awe, and Gabriel, with gl//inting gray eyes, officially selected her for the main exhibition. But the fiery moment in his studio—his scorching kiss, possessive touch—still haunted her, tangling her heart. “Charlotte, you’re here to shine, not fall for a dangerous man!” she muttered, adjusting her easel, trying to quell the smoldering heat lingering in her body.

She checked her phone, seeing a text from a fellow artist: “Elise is spreading rumors your paintings are fake. Watch out, she wants you out!” Charlotte frowned, heart pounding. Elise Moreau, her rival and Gabriel’s ex, wasn’t just a renowned painter but a real threat, with connections in the art world and a knack for manipulating opinion. She texted Gabriel: “Elise is sabotaging me. Meet me before tonight’s auction, VIP area.” He replied instantly: “You’re quick. I’ll be there. Don’t let her distract you.”

Charlotte chose a fitted red dress, accentuating her curves, standing before the mirror, muttering, “Charlotte, Elise can’t win. But Gabriel… he’s another problem.” Thoughts of his gray eyes and low voice made her heart race, a mix of desire and fear surging within her.

At the art auction in Lune d’Argent, the space exploded with the wh//ispers of collectors, the gavel’s tap, and silver n//eon. Charlotte entered, eyes scanning the crowd of VIPs, halting when she saw Gabriel in the VIP area, black shirt sleeves rolled up, aura like a king of shadows. He waved her over, gray eyes locking onto her, sending a shiver through her. “Charlotte,” he said, voice low, seductive, pulling her to sit beside him. “Elise is spreading rumors to get you out. But I have a plan. Stay with me, and I’ll protect you.”

She tilted her chin, eyes challenging. “I don’t need protection, Gabriel. But I want the truth about Elise. What was she to you?” He fell silent, eyes darkening, then grabbed her hand, pulling her into a secluded corner behind a n//eon curtain, where silver light enveloped them, creating an intimate space.

Under the dim silver n//eon glow of the VIP area, Gabriel pulled Charlotte into a secluded corner, his gray eyes like a storm, burning with a gentle yet commanding desire. “Charlotte,” he whispered, voice low as a deliberate brushstroke, “you want the truth? You’re making me lose control.” Charlotte trembled, her back against the curtain, heart pounding. “Gabriel… we… shouldn’t… the VIPs are out there!” she said, voice quivering, but her body leaned toward him, as if hypnotized by his gaze.

He leaned in, lips hovering near hers, his hot breath grazing her skin. “You’re my flame, Charlotte,” he murmured, then kissed her, a slow, possessive kiss, as if etching his mark onto her soul. His tongue brushed her lips, teasing gently, drawing a soft moan that blended with the wh//ispers outside. Her hands clutched his shirt, fingers trembling, torn between pushing him away and pulling him closer. “Mmm… Gabriel… stop…” she whispered, but her voice faltered, heart racing from his touch.

He pulled back, eyes gleaming, his hand brushing her cheek, thumb tracing her lower lip, sending shivers through her. “Stop? You don’t want that, Charlotte,” he said, voice sultry, commanding. His hand slid to her neck, grazing her collarbone, pausing at the curve of her chest, not venturing further but enough to make her body burn, breath quickening. “You… we… Elise might see…” she stammered, face flushing, but her eyes were drawn to him, as if bewitched by n//eon light.

Gabriel leaned closer, kissing her neck, lips gliding over her skin, leaving trails of heat. “Elise doesn’t matter, Charlotte. Only you,” he whispered, voice a spell, making her moan softly, body melting in his arms. He kissed her earlobe, tongue flicking lightly, making her arch, a jolt of electricity coursing through her. “Gabriel… don’t…” she gasped, but her hands gripped his shoulders, as if begging him to continue. He chuckled softly, pulling away, eyes twinkling. “You’ll soon be mine, Charlotte, completely.” He stepped back, leaving her flushed, heart pounding, body trembling from his touch.

Plot Continuation:

In the VIP area, Gabriel revealed that Elise was once his lover, but she betrayed him for a major collector’s deal, leaving him with a wounded heart. “She wants Lune d’Argent, and you’re her target, Charlotte,” he said, voice low, eyes heavy with pain. Charlotte froze, but gripped his hand, eyes resolute. “I’m not afraid of Elise, Gabriel. But I need you to be honest. Are you with me, or her?” He looked at her, eyes tender. “You, Charlotte. Only you.”

The auction began, and Charlotte’s paintings fetched high prices, impressing the crowd. But Elise spread rumors that her works were fake, making some collectors doubt her. Gabriel organized a public verification to let Charlotte prove their authenticity, but Elise rigged a painting, skewing it in front of VIPs. Gabriel intervened, uncovering Elise’s trick, and Charlotte proved her art genuine, stunning the crowd. After the auction, Gabriel pulled her into a private atelier near the Louvre, where silver n//eon enveloped them, and the tension from Elise pushed them into a fiery moment of passion.

In the private atelier near the Louvre, silver n//eon pulsed around Gabriel Laurent and Charlotte Evans, the scent of paint and Paris’s wh//ispers echoing through the glass walls. Gabriel pressed her against a large easel, his gray eyes a storm, blazing with fierce desire, as if Elise’s sabotage had burned away all barriers. “Charlotte,” he growled, voice husky, sultry as a fateful brushstroke, “you’ve driven me mad, and now, I’ll make you mine.” Charlotte trembled, her back against the easel, heart pounding as if it would shatter. “Gabriel… we… shouldn’t… Elise is out there!” she cried, voice panicked, but her body betrayed her, burning like fire, her vagina drenched, aching for his touch with painful intensity.

He smirked, lips crashing onto hers, a ferocious kiss, as if to devour her soul. His tongue plunged in, tangling with hers, sucking hard, draining her breath, drawing loud moans that echoed in the atelier. Her hands clutched his black shirt, nails tearing fabric, leaving red scratches on his chiseled chest. “Mmm… Gabriel… stop… stop…” she panted, but her breasts pressed against his chest, nipples hardening through her red dress, prompting a primal growl, raw and beastly.

He pulled back, eyes ablaze, Adam’s apple bobbing. “Stop? Charlotte, you’ve set me ablaze, and I can’t let you go,” he whispered, voice sultry, ripping her dress’s zipper, letting it fall to the floor, revealing a red lace bra cradling her full, heaving breasts. He swallowed hard, his penis straining painfully against his trousers, brushing her thigh through the fabric, massive and searing. “You shine like n//eon, Charlotte,” he murmured, hands kneading her breasts, thumbs pinching her nipples through the lace until they stood erect, pink as radiant gems. Charlotte arched, a jolt of electricity surging through her, her panties soaked, fluids glistening under the n//eon light. “A… ah… you… it’s too much…” she gasped, nails digging deeper, leaving red welts.

He grinned lasciviously, yanking her bra down, exposing her petite, pink nipples, beckoning him. He latched onto one, sucking hard, tongue swirling, nibbling lightly, while his other hand squeezed her breast, kneading until Charlotte screamed, body melting in ecstasy, tears of pleasure streaming. “A… a… Gabriel… I’m… gonna die… it’s too good…” She clutched his head, fingers tangling in his thick dark-brown hair, pulling him closer, tears rolling down her cheeks.

He looked up, lips glistening, a wicked smirk spreading. “Too good? I’ll make you chant my name alone, Charlotte, as n//eon belongs to the night,” he growled, tearing her panties, revealing her pink, sopping vagina, pulsing like a blooming flower, begging to be filled. He knelt, kissing her inner thighs, tongue tracing soft skin, leaving wet trails. He latched onto her vagina, sucking fiercely, tongue plunging deep, lapping from inside out, as if savoring a masterpiece. Charlotte arched, screaming, legs quaking violently, fluids gushing, soaking the wooden floor, pooling beneath her. “A… a… Gabriel… I… too good… I’m done…” She gripped his head, body taut, hitting her first climax, mind spinning like a n//eon whirl.

He didn’t stop, tongue delving deeper, sucking harder, making Charlotte scream again, body convulsing, fluids streaming, soaking his chin. “A… you… I… I can’t take it…” she choked, body arching, hitting her second climax, tears streaming, body nearly spent. He stood, unbuckling his belt, revealing a massive, rock-hard penis, tip red and glistening, aimed at her like a declaration of possession. Charlotte flushed, looking away, heart racing. “You… too fast…” she stammered, but he pulled her close, letting her feel his steel-hard length.

“Feel it, Charlotte? This is our fire,” he growled, kissing her, tongue entwining fiercely. His hand slid down, three fingers plunging into her soaked vagina, thrusting fast, thumb rubbing her sensitive spot, drawing relentless moans, fluids streaming, soaking his hand. “A… you… I… I need you… now…” she whispered, eyes glazed with desire, body trembling, pleading to be filled.

He smirked, lifting her onto a wooden table by the window, spreading her legs, her wet, pink vagina pulsing invitingly. “You’re mine, Charlotte, as n//eon belongs to Paris,” he growled, his tip brushing her entrance, making her moan and arch. He pushed slowly, filling her inch by inch, until she screamed, “A… you… so deep… I’m… gonna die…” Her body shook violently, fluids gushing, soaking the wood, the sound of flesh slapping echoing. He moved, thrusting fast and deep, each stroke hitting her core, making her moan incessantly, body arching, breasts bouncing, hips quivering with each impact. “A… a… Gabriel… faster… I… can’t take it…” she screamed, tears of pleasure streaming, nails clawing the wood.

He growled, switching positions, standing her up, pressing her against the window, lifting one leg, thrusting deeper, hands squeezing her breasts, pinching her nipples, making her arch, hitting her third climax, fluids flooding, drenching them both. “Charlotte, are you lost in it?” he rasped, eyes blazing. “So good… I’m dying… I love you…” she choked, voice breaking, body taut. He switched to a riding position, seating her on him, his penis thrusting up, filling her completely. She bounced, breasts jiggling, hips slapping his thighs, flesh sounds echoing, fluids gushing, soaking them. “A… a… Gabriel… I… too good…” she screamed, hitting her fourth climax, tears streaming. He growled, thrusting up hard, reaching his peak with her, hot fluids mingling, drenching their skin, the wood, the floor. He held her tight, kissing her lips, panting. “Charlotte, I love you, forever.”

But an announcement blared through the gallery speakers: “Charlotte Evans, your paintings are suspected forgeries.” Charlotte jolted, reason returning, realizing Elise had framed her. Gabriel gripped