The Luna Choosing Game
He dipped his head down and latched onto the side of my neck, sucking in a mark.
I buried my fingers in his hair, desperate to keep him right where he was. All of it felt so good. I didn’t want it to end.
“Nick…Oh, oh… Don’t stop.”
“I won’t,” he promised. He licked over the mark he’d made, easing the initial sting. Meanwhile, his fingers continued to work wonders on my clit. He added some pressure now, bullying me, heightening my pleasure to record peaks.
“Nick!”
“You’re mine, Piper.” Nicholas spoke now, like a man possessed. “No one else will ever get to see you like this.”