The Luna Choosing Game

slicked at the seam of my lips before coaxing his way into my mouth with his insistent and

ding tongue, I closed my arms around his neck, holding on as best I could while he delved and

d my mouth like he belonged there.

Like this, it felt like he did.

His hands dropped to my waist, where he gripped me firmly. His body held me flat against the door at my back.

When we had been intimate in the past, it had been soft and slow, gentle and tender, with barely there touches and exploratory kisses. It had been a low simmer, burning over a long evening as we shyly explored each other’s bodies.

This was nothing like that.

Where that had been a simmer, this was an explosion.

His kiss was fierce, claiming. His body was everywhere against mine, yet still somehow not close enough. I wanted him naked. I wanted the press of his bare flesh to mine so that nothing could ever come between us.

my waist and gripped my ass. I moaned against his

More like that

lifted me up against the door, wedging me there with his thighs.

another kiss. But I couldn’t keep quiet, especially when

lips to my ear. Meanwhile, he reached up and covered my mouth with one

his hips again, pressing me further up the door. “Maybe you want to be

of me, swirling deliciously with my

wanted him to keep talking. I wanted him to rip my clothes off. I wanted him

much was clear. He had misunderstood Julian and my relationship him med. He wanted to claim me, to keep me from Julian. And despite myself,

too.

seen this animalistic side of him before. He was always so

him wild, to see how hard I could press him, to see how rough he

I didn’t care about Julian in the same way, Julian was a friend. Nicholas was someone I wanted to ravage me, heart and body, until I was a whimpering