Pursuing My Rejected Luna by Cara Anderson novel Chapter 138

Chapter 138

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Nicolai lifts me up and urges my legs around his waist, then carries me to the bedroom. Not rushed, just moving leisurely as we taste each other thoroughly. The pace of two people who have nothing to prove and nowhere to be except here.

He kicks the door closed behind us and slowly sets me on my feet, letting my body slide against every delicious inch of his. He gazes down at me in the low light, and his expression is something I’ve seen before and never gotten used to-the way he looks at me in those rare moments when he lets go of control, like he wants to devour

“Come here,” he says, walking to stand by the bed.

Two words. But the tone of his voice says he means them entirely and is not to be questioned. I cross the room to him, my body already cold with him no longer pressed against me. But the moment I reach him, he takes my face in both hands and kisses me again, slowly, thoroughly, in the way that says I have time and you are worth all of it And just like that, I feel like I’m burning alive.

His hands move to my waist, pulling me closer. “I’ve been thinking about this,” he says against my mouth. ” About having you properly. Without-” his hands slide down my much flatter stomach- “constraints.”

“The pregnancy was a constraint,” I agree, barely suppressing a whine at the loss of his lips on mine..

“Still beautiful, just hard to get as close as I wanted to.” He pulls back enough to look at me. His eyes are dark. “I want to look at you.”

He does. Steadily, unhurried, while his hands find the hem of my shirt. “Lift your arms.”

I do. He takes his time, peeling my shirt up as his hands map every sliver of newly exposed skin. He uses them to learn what they already know but haven’t had full access to-the curve of my waist, the softness of my stomach that’s different now than it was, the weight of my breasts. He doesn’t rush past any of it. Doesn’t imply with his hands that some of it is better than other parts. All of it is attended to with the same deliberate attention that makes me feel, by degrees, like a woman being truly seen.

“Nicolai-” I whimper, my body one huge flame that needs quenching!

“I’ve got you.” Low. Certain. “I’m going to take care of you.”

He lays me down and maps every part of me systematically, his mouth following where his hands have been, finding the places that make me lose the thread of what I was thinking about. He learns me the way he learns everything-completely, without rushing, with the patience of someone who treats important things as

important.

“You’re fucking gorgeous,” he growls, and the lust in his gaze makes me shiver and melt simultaneously.

“Too many clothes! Please!” I beg with a needy moan.

“Not yet.” His mouth curves into a wicked grin. “I’m not done.”

“Nicolai-“I breathe his name when his lips ghost over one sensitive nipple.

His hands know exactly what I need, one fucking my pussy, the other kneading my tits. He works me with his mouth, leaving love bites and hot licks all over my sensitive sin. That, along with his dirty talk sends me over the cliff and shattering on the rocks below.

A sound leaves my lips I’ve never made before, something between a steam and a moan. And when I’m completely undone and telling him so without quite managing words, he finally stops managing the pace.

“Look at me,” he orders and I obey.

“I want you to know this is chosen,” he says. “Every part of this. You. Benji. All of it. Chosen.”

“I know,” I breathe. And my heart does a flip in my chest as I realize it’s true.

“Good.” His eyes hold mine. “Keep looking at me.”

I couldn’t look away if I tried.

Cara Anderson Author

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