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.

from my waist and gripped my

that. More like

me fully in his hands. He lifted me up against the door, wedging me there with his thighs. I wrapped my legs around his waist. His rock–hard arousal

couldn’t keep quiet, especially when he began to rock his

Meanwhile, he reached up and covered my mouth with one of

teeth. He didn’t bite, just held it as he rolled his hips again, pressing me further up the door.

me,

him to rip my clothes off. I

misunderstood Julian and my relationship him med. He wanted to claim me, to keep me from Julian. And despite myself, I wanted him

too.

of him before. He was always so measured,

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

the same way, Julian was a friend. Nicholas was someone I