The Luna Choosing Game

Chapter 0603

At first, Nicholas simply pressed his lips to mine, non-demanding. It was sweet, and I cherished it. But it wasn't enough.

With all the bad news now weighing heavily upon us, threatening to drag us down, we both needed the affirmation of the other's presence and affections. My devotion to Nicholas was unparalleled, and I wanted to show him that. I could prove it to him.

Typically, he took the lead in these situations, but today, it was me who made the first step. Slowly, tenderly, I licked at the seam of his lips.

I was asking permission with my body. I would accept if he kept his mouth closed, as a polite denial. It wouldn't have meant anything harsh, I knew. There was a lot going on. He might not be in the mood on top of all of the bad news he had received and delivered today.

Instead, his hands curled, gripping fistfuls at the back of my shirt. His mouth opened and his tongue slipped forward, welcoming mine with a titillating lick. He sighed contentedly against my lips.

Having been given the permission I sought, I wrapped my arms around his neck and tugged him down, leaning into me, for easier access. At the same time, I pressed myself up onto the tips of my toes.

Our tongues tangled, our lips melding against each other's in a kiss so deep and delectable, I couldn't be sure where he ended and I began.

We felt as one. Almost.

But the promise was there that we would soon be even further joined.

Eventually, we broke for air. Nicholas rested his forehead against mine and sighed.ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

"Of all that's happened," he began, breathless. "Almost losing you has haunted me the most. That ritual very nearly stole you from me."

My heart ached. I understood his concern, but... "I will always prioritize Elva's life over my own."

Nicholas nodded slightly, his face pressing closer to mine. "I understand. But my vow is this: I will keep you both safe so that a sacrifice like that from you is no longer necessary."

Where my heart cracked now filled with the warmth of affection. "Nick..." I didn't know what else to say. How could I properly convey the full depths of my gratitude and my devotion to him? Words seemed inadequate.

He must have agreed, because in the next moment, he surged forward and kissed me again.

Yes, I wasn't ready yet to express the depths of my feelings for him in words, but I could show him with my hands and my mouth and my body. I could love and please him and leave no room for doubt of the connection between

us.

We were for each other, even if our circumstances forced us apart eventually. There was no one I would ever want in my life as much as I wanted him.

Nicholas must have felt similarly. He gripped the bottom of my shirt and slowly lifted it up. I raised my arms to ease the way. We broke our kiss only long enough for him to slide the dress over my head and cast it to the side.

His hands returned to my back. Touching bare skin now, he caressed with open palms from my shoulders down to my waist. I arched into him, pressing my breasts more full against his hard chest. My nipples peaked and ached, straining in the confines of my bra.

Once his hands touched my waist, Nicholas brought them back upwards, stopping at the latch of my bra. He unhooked it with deft fingers and my breasts sprung free. I leaned away from him, only so far as to push the bra straps down my arms and throw the garment carelessly to the side.

Nicholas drew his hands to my front and immediately cupped my aching breasts. He flicked his thumbs over my

nipples, making me moan and sigh against his mouth, breaking our kiss.

God, I could just close his eyes and let him touch me forever. He was so attentive, so soft and then firm at precisely the correct intervals. But this wasn't all that I wanted. And it was hardly fair that I was topless while he still wore all of his clothes.