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.

down from my waist and gripped my ass. I

that. More like

in his hands. He lifted me up against the door, wedging me there with his thighs. I wrapped

keep quiet, especially when he began to

kiss, he moved his lips to my ear. Meanwhile, he reached up and

he rolled his hips again, pressing me further up the

me, swirling deliciously with my fiery

talking. I wanted him to rip my clothes off. I wanted him to fuck me right here,

that much was clear. He had misunderstood Julian and my relationship him med. He

too.

this animalistic side of him before. He was always

I could press him, to see how rough he would get.

didn’t care about Julian in the same way, Julian was a