The Luna Choosing Game by Jane Above Story

Chapter 0210
In that same life, he’d likely rip my clothes away and fuck me against this door.
I’d never had penetrative sex. We’d experimented some, years ago. But now, I wanted his dick inside me
so much, I was dizzy for it.
I clawed at his shoulders and his back. I moaned and whimpered as he rolled my hardened nipples between his fingers and then
pinched them ever so slightly, just enough to send a jolt across my skin.
I arched off the door, pressing myself more fully into him.
His hips collided with mine, pushing me straight back against the door and pining me there. His hard
cock strained against his pants. He ground it against the crux of my thighs.
He was like an animal, bucking wild, desperate. He was as lost as I was.
“Piper,” he growled against the juncture of my neck and shoulder. Then he put his teeth there. He didn’t
press down. He made no claiming bite. But the thought of him being so near to it lowered me to begging.
“Please, please. Oh, please.”
We couldn’t be together. When this moment ended, we’d have to go our separate ways like this had never happened. Nicholas
would kiss other girls. He’d marry one. Have his own children. And I’d go my
way too.
But in my heart, I knew I’d always be here in this moment in some form. Nicholas was my first love, and though feelings were
messy now, I was still bound to him deep within. It was a bond I didn’t want to break, even if it was destined to be one sided.
I’d face any heartbreak, if it meant I could claim Nicholas for however long. Even if that however long only lasted the next few
precious minutes.
I clutched him tighter, I squeezed my eyes closed.

No, thoughts. Please stay away.
I wasn’t ready to wake up from this dream yet.
must have felt the chill of awareness return to him too. His hands had slowed their
His hips still moved against mine, but it was gentler now, rubbing more than hard bucking
lek was returning to normal.
Then his hips and hands totally stopped moving. He lifted his face away from my skin.
I could have cried. I could have thrashed and pleaded and begged.
But I didn’t.
Because I understood.
We weren’t in the past. We weren’t in some other lifetime.
He was a prince, and I was a commoner. These moments we shared were stolen, not fully ours.
He lowered his hands away from my breasts.
“Piper,” he said again, like he was building up to something.
I knew it was going to be an apology.
“Don’t,” I said. It would break my heart to hear it.
He closed his mouth. A muscle in his jaw ticked.
My heart still broke. He didn’t have to have said it. Knowing he thought it had been enough.
“Don’t be sorry for this,” I whispered. “Don’t regret this.”
He took a breath. I held mine, anticipating his reply.
Suddenly, the door behind me opened, and the world tilted off–balance.

Nicholas fell with me. His hands moved quickly, cushioning the back of my head as we hit the floor. He
was on top of me, his body pressing down on me.
My bra was still undone and my breasts against his chest. I blushed.
I blushed harder when another face came into view.
“Well, well, look what I found,” Julian said, smirking.
I immediately wished the earth would open and swallow me whole.