A Rejected Luna's Revenge

Chapter 5

Katrina.

I watched with agonized rapture as Nicholas took of his clothes, his bulging muscles glowing in the dim lighting. My mouth went dry as my gaze fell upon the markings on his skin. They looked like drawings and they marked every part of his chest, down to his waist. I'm pretty sure they were at his back too. They were like nothing I'd ever seen. They definitely weren't tattoos. My fingers itched to touch his bare skin so I squeezed the bedsheets instead, swallowing the lump in my throat, my mouth dry.

"What are those?" I asked when I couldn't hide my curiosity any longer. The glint in his eyes became brighter but he just shook his head.

"Nothing you need to concern yourself with, darling." He murmured, getting rid of his pants. I gasped when it fell to the ground and he walked out of the puddle of clothes, slowly making his way to the bed. The outline of his hardened c**k still caged in his briefs made my p***y spasm, desire feeling like molten lava inside my skin. My heart began to pound, my fingertips tingling.

"Undress for me." He ordered, his voice guttural. I hesitated only for a moment before rushing to pull the dress off me, leaving only my bra on. When he c****d his head to the side, still waiting, I bit my lips and got rid of my bra, now stark naked in front of him. His gaze raked up and down my body, and I fought against the urge to wrap my hands around my body, feeling so exposed. A part of me wondered if he liked what he saw. Though I was still a beautiful woman, I was definitely well past my prime.

His eyes caught the necklace dangling down my neck and my hands immediately went around the crest. "What's that?" He asked, his gaze questioning.

"Oh, it's my family's heirloom." I muttered, my voice growing soft as I remembered my family.

"Do you want to take it off?" He asked.

I looked up at him. "Can I keep it on? I've never had it off my neck before."

He shrugged, seeming unperturbed. "I don't mind. You do what makes you happy." He replied and I let out the breath I was holding. His gaze racked down my body again and I felt my skin tingle.

"Beautiful." He growled seemingly to himself before climbing the bed, his weight causing a dip, his eyes never leaving mine. "You have the most perfect body." He said, reaching out a hand to grab my breast, fondling it. I moaned, curling my toes as pleasure coarsed through me, my breathing ragged.

"Y-you really mean that?" I whispered hesitantly, my voice tiny with unbelief. An incredulous expression appeared on his face but he blinked and it was gone, replaced with scorching desire.

"If it wasn't, why else would I lay with you?" He asked, tweaking my n****e between his fingers. My back arched instinctively, a gasp escaping my lips. He grabbed my legs, pulling me closer till it was just inches seperating us. Holding back a scream, I watched as his mouth as I watched his mouth envelope my right breast, pulling at it with soft gentle tugs. I moaned aloud, my hands immediately getting buried in his hair as I cradled his head closer to my body. His tongue flicked the sensitive n****e, his teeth grazing my skin before clamping down to suck. Disoriented by the frothing thrill shooting through me, I writhed, my body burning with pleasure.

I threw my head back when he suckled harder, his other hand busy with fondling the unoccupied breast. When he was through, he alternated between them till I was trembling, a thin coat of sweat covering my body. He looked like he could make me orgasm from just sucking my breasts alone. Nicholas d**k was hard, pressed against me. An idea flashed in my mind and I found myself implementing it before I could stop myself.

My greedy hand found it's way that thick c**k, mirroring his actions when he ripped my panties off me. He broke off sucking my breasts and I gave him a sly smile as I pulled down his briefs, letting his c**k spring free. Just a singular touch on his tip had him eliciting a deep, guttural groan. Encouraged, I stroked him teasingly, my fingers dancing over his veiny, silky skin, massaging his length.

"You're teasing," Nicholas warned, his voice thick with desire.

"That is true." I answered, smiling at him as I grew bolder.

"If you keep doing that, I don't think I will be able to hold on much longer."

"I never said you should restrain yourself now, did I?" I replied, my voice low and sultry. I lowered my head to play with his n*****s, drawing them into my mouth one by one. Rolling them against my tongue, I suckled and nibbled, eliciting pleasurable rumbles from his chest and causing his arousal to twitch in my hand.

Nicholas finally had enough as he pushed me down to the bed, grabbed my ankles and propped my legs on his shoulders. My eyes widened at the act, but a chuckle broke out of my lips instead. Only, Nicholas wasn't smiling back. His brows furrowed in concentration, he positioned himself above me, pinning me beneath him, settling between my spread thighs. Hovering above, his d**k nudged against my slick opening, and a soundless moan escaped my lips.

Lowering himself, he pressed his lips to mine as he rubbed himself against my oversensitive flesh. I moaned into his mouth, immediately wrapping my hands around his neck. Our tongues intertwined roughly, our heavy breathing resounding in my ears. His hot d**k pushed against my opening and I gasped, my body alight with pleasure. With a singular, deep thrust, he pushed in, forcing my slick tight or accommodate his girth. I writhed at the unfamiliar sensation, feeling unbearable full. Every muscle in Nicholas's body tensed as he let out a restrained moan.

He feels utterly incredible.