The Luna Choosing Game by Jane Above Story

Chapter 177
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.
His hands moved down from my waist and gripped my ass. I moaned against his mouth.
Yes, that. More like that
He complied by taking 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 pressed against my core and I moaned again, louder.
He covered my mouth with another kiss. But I couldn’t keep quiet, especially when he began to rock his hips.
Breaking the kiss, he moved his lips to my ear. Meanwhile, he reached up and covered my mouth with one of his palms.
“Anyone could hear you,” he whispered. He took my earlobe between his teeth. He didn’t bite, just held it as he rolled his hips
again, pressing me further up the door. “Maybe you want to be caught. Maybe we should let everyone know that I’m the only one
who can make you lose yourself like this.”
Danger and adrenaline surged inside of me, swirling deliciously with my fiery lust.

I wanted him to keep talking. I wanted him to rip my clothes off. I wanted him to fuck me right here,
was burning hot, that 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, I wanted him
too.
ever seen this animalistic side of him before. He was always so measured, so controlled.
I wanted to make him wild, to see how hard I could press him, to see how rough he would get.
But, even like this, I couldn’t make him more jealous. The truth was, 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 puddle of pleasure and
satisfaction.
So I pressed my mouth into his neck and told him. “Only you. Only you, Nick.”
His dick twitched against me, growing impossibly harder. His grip on me tightened.
“I just want you.”
At once, his hips shot forward once, twice, pounding me into the door so hard that it rattled on its hinges. He growled, wolflike, in
my ear.
God, the friction was perfect. If he kept going like this, I could reach my pleasure.
But as soon as his wild side had revealed itself, it immediately vanished. Suddenly, he stilled as if he
had transformed into marble. Only his cock continued to twitch against me.
Slowly, he lowered me down. I unhooked my legs from behind him to get them back under me.
“Nicholas?” I asked, breathless.
When I was steady, he stepped back from me. His hair was a mess from my running my fingers through it. His chest heaved with
heavy breaths. His lips were kiss–red and swollen, likely mirroring my own.