From Rejected Mate to Luna (Julia White) novel Chapter 228

From Rejected Mate to Luna

Chapter 228

Julia’s POV

We stayed connected for long moments, both panting. My head rested against his chest where I could hear his thundering heartbeat gradually slow. His arms wrapped around me, holding me close as aftershocks rippled through me.

“Better than champagne,” I murmured, smiling weakly as I lifted my head. His answering grin was pure masculine pride.

I shifted, wincing slightly as his softening cock slipped from my body. Without him filling me, I felt strangely empty, but

pleasantly sated. I reached for the champagne bottle, the glass cool against my overheated skin. With a wicked smile, I let a few drops spill onto my fingers before sucking them into my mouth, watching his eyes darken again.

“Thought we were saving that,” he teased, voice already roughening with renewed desire.

“Changed my mind,” I replied, crawling off his lap. I turned around, positioning myself on all fours on the plush seat, arching my back to present my ass to him. “But I think we can find better uses for it than drinking.”

Matthew growled a primal sound that made goosebumps rise on my skin. He moved behind me, large hands gripping my ass cheeks and spreading them apart. I felt completely exposed, my pussy still wet with our combined release.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll feel me for days,” he promised, voice low and dangerous. The champagne bottle appeared in my peripheral vision as he grabbed it. A moment later, icy liquid splashed down my spine, making me gasp as it trickled over my skin and between my ass cheeks.

His hot tongue followed immediately, lapping up the champagne in broad strokes. He started at my tailbone, working his way up my spine, the contrast between cold liquid and his scorching mouth making me tremble. “So fucking sexy,” he muttered against my skin, nipping lightly at my shoulder blade.

More champagne dripped down, this time directly over my pussy lips. I yelped at the cold sensation before moaning as Matthew’s tongue licked it away, delving between my folds to clean every drop. His tongue circled my entrance, still sensitive from our first round, before moving lower, teasing places no one had touched before.

“Matthew!” I gasped, both shocked and aroused as his tongue ventured places I hadn’t expected.

He chuckled darkly, the vibration against sensitive flesh making me whimper. “Just tasting what’s mine,” he said before returning to my pussy, his tongue pushing inside briefly before withdrawing. “Ready for more?”

“Yes,” I breathed, pushing back against him shamelessly. “Please fuck me again.”

He positioned himself behind me, the blunt head of his cock–already hard again–pressing against my entrance. He was even thicker from this angle, and despite our earlier activities, I still felt the stretch as he pushed inside in one long, slow

thrust.

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“Fuck, still so tight, he groaned, gripping my hips hard enough to bruise. The angle let him go impossibly deep, the head of his cock hitting my cervix with each thrust. The slight pain mixed with pleasure, creating a heady combination that had

me moaning his name.

Matthew leaned over me, his chest pressing against my back as he poured more champagne over my shoulder. The cold

liquid trickled down my side, over my breast, before his tongue followed, licking and sucking at my skin. One hand slid

around to cup my breast, pinching and rolling my nipple between his fingers as his cock continued to pound into me from

behind.

The sound of our bodies meeting–wet, obscene slaps–filled the cabin, drowning out the plane’s engines. Matthew’s

thrusts grew harder, more erratic, his breathing harsh in my ear.

“Touch yourself,” he commanded, voice strained. “I want to feel you come on my cock again.”

I balanced on one arm, my other hand reaching between my legs to find my swollen clit. It took only a few circles of my fingers to bring me to the edge, my body primed and sensitive from our earlier activities.

“I’m coming,” I warned, voice breaking as pleasure built to an unbearable peak.

“That’s it,” Matthew growled, his pace becoming brutal. “Squeeze my cock with that tight pussy.”

My orgasm hit like lightning, more intense than the first, my inner walls clamping down on his thick shaft as waves of pleasure washed through me. I cried out his name, my arm giving out as my body convulsed beneath him.

Matthew’s thrusts became desperate, his cock swelling even larger inside me before he stiffened, a guttural groan tearing from his throat as he emptied himself deep inside me. I felt each pulse of his release, his cock jerking as he filled me

again.

He collapsed partly on top of me, careful to keep most of his weight off as we both gasped for breath. I felt thoroughly used, deliciously sore, and completely satisfied. After a moment, he gently pulled out, both of us wincing slightly at the

sensitivity.

Matthew turned me over, gathering me against his chest as we sprawled across the seat. His fingers stroked through my tangled hair, tender now after his earlier roughness. Through our bond, I felt his satisfaction and a deep, possessive love that made my heart swell.

“Now that,” he murmured, voice lazy with satisfaction, “was worth every fucking drop of that champagne.”

I laughed softly, nestling closer to his warmth. “If this is just the flight, I can’t wait to see what Paris has in store.”

His arms tightened around me, his lips brushing my forehead. “This is just the beginning, baby.” The promise in his voice sent a pleasant shiver through me despite my exhaustion.

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