Rejected Luna Queen

Nolan’s POV

1ying down to sleep, my mind couldn’t escape the tumultuous events of the day. As I drifted off, my thoughts were consumed by images of Nesta.

In my dreams, I found myself back in the palace, the air thick with anticipation and desire.

“Oh yeah? Just how much did you miss me?” I asked, my voice husky with longing.

“So much,” she whispered, her lips brushing against my ear. “I had to touch myself thinking about you every night I was gone just so I could fall asleep.”

Fuck. Mc.

I kept her up with one arm, using my other hand to turn the shower on to the warmest setting. “And what exactly did you think about while you tour yourself?”

“I thought about your mouth.” She pressed her mouth to mine. “Your tongue.” Her own licked a path across my lower lip, pulling out a deep, needy groan from me. “And I thought about how much I need you inside of me.”

“Fuck.”

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I set her on her feet in front of the shower, arm still holding her to me, trying to keep her warm before reaching behind her and testing the water.

“I will, baby. You’re not leaving my bed until you’ve been thoroughly fucked.” I pushed her wet hair off her face, bringing my mouth down to hers as I started to unpeel her layers. Her long gown first. It fell in a wet heap on the tiled floor.

I lifted her shower soaked shirt up and over her head, and it was only for a moment that our mouths disconnected before she was pulling me back down to meet her.

She kicked off her shoes as I ran a palm over her stomach, curving over her side. my single hand almost covering the entire length of her spine.

She was freezing to the touch, her pale skin painted in goosebumps. With a simple flick of my wrist, her bra fell between us, and as pretty as it was, it was soaking wet and needed to go.

Her nipples pebbled between us, and I had to pull away from her mouth, leaning

forehead on hers so I could look at her, I think they keep growing every fucking day due to her pregnancy.

“Fucking perfect, just like the rest of you, murmured, my voice thick with desire. Her soft, creamy skin was painted with countless freckles.

Her nipples peaked hard, begging for my mouth. I circled the pad of my thum over one as we both watched me flick it, much in the way I intended to do with my tongue.

Hand cupping her tit, I squeezed, eliciting a pretty little moan from her as she arched into me. I use my thumb to play with the nipple until she was about scream then I flick my tongue on them.

With the water warming behind her. I dropped to my knees, kissing across her chest to focus on her other nipple. My hands stayed occupied by undoing her jeans.

I pulled them down, peeling the wet denim off her legs, leaving her in only a pair of panties. Does she wear jeans? I have seen her in a baggy one once in the garden then right now.

Hands on her ass, I pulled her into me and dropped my mouth to kiss over her pussy, right over the lace. She folded over me when I ran my rough tongue along her slit, using the fabric to create a delicious friction.

“Need you,” she begged, grabbing at the back of my shirt and pulling until it was up and over my head.

“Please.” She tossed it aside before urging me to stand with her.

She shimmied off her underwear, leaving her entirely naked when she grabbed my wrist and brought my fingers to rub against her core. “Please.”

“What the hell kind of spell do you have me under?” I muttered.

She shook her head as if she had no idea, her now warm body moulding to mine. She lifted her seeking hips, finding my cock, and rubbing it against her. She’s bewitched me since day one.

“I want you,” she said, her voice a desperate whisper. “More than I’ve ever wanted anything or anyone.”

I swore my cock grew harder at her confession. When my hand smoothed over her ass, my middle finger slipping between her cheeks and down to stroke over her centre.

I could feel just how truthful she was being. I coated myself in her arousal, the need to be inside her overwhelming every rational thought.

In the haze of my dream, I pushed her gently against the shower wall, entering her with a single thrust. She cried out, her nails digging into my shoulders as she

wrapped her legs around my waist,

We moved together, the water cascading over us, washing away the boundaries that had kept us apart. It was raw, it was passionate, and it felt so incredibly right. As we reached our climax, I felt an intense wave of emotions crash over me. This wasn’t just physical; it was something deeper, something that had been building between us for a long time.

When I woke up, the dream lingered, leaving me more conflicted than ever about the feelings I had for her. It is not purely physical but sex with Nesta is the best I have ever had my entire fucking life.