Second Chance for the Barren Luna (Talia and Jason) novel Chapter 187

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED & EIGHTY SEVEN

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED & EIGHTY SEVEN

Talia’s POV

“Lock the door.” I whispered.

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“It’s already locked,” Nolan answered. His voice was low and controlled, but his body told a different story. I could see the tension in his hands by the way he twitched. Seeing him struggling with his resolve gave me confidence.

I stepped closer, reaching for his hand. His palm was warm and rough. I guide it upward, letting his fingers brush my stomach.

“You’re playing a dangerous game, Talia,” Nolan said through gritted teeth.

I placed his hand on my breast.

Nolan’s palm covered me fully. His thumb moved over my nipple, slow and deliberate. I let out a quiet moan and he exhaled slowly.

“Make me yours,” I whispered.

“Are you sure?” Nolan asked.

I reached for his shirt and undo the first button. Then the next. When I leaned in and kissed his chest, I could hear him growling low in his throat. His skin tasted clean and warm. I opened more buttons, kissing as I went. His muscles tensed beneath my mouth when I bit lightly.

I opened his shirt completely. My hands slide over his chest and down his stomach. I felt him tense.

“Talia,” he growled, a warning that I intended to ignore.

My hand moved lower, covered his hip, to the front of his pants. I wrapped my hand around him through the fabric and squeezed.

Nolan moved fast. One moment I’m standing, the next I’m on the bed beneath him. He braced himself above me. His mouth crashed onto mine. Nolan’s restraint was starting to break. His kiss deepened, hungry and demanding. I arched into him when his chest brushed against my breasts. He cupped one firmly, thumb circling my nipple.

“Don’t stop,” I moaned.

He kissed my throat, my jaw, and the hollow of my neck. This time I didn’t freeze. I tilted my neck, allowing him more access, but he didn’t stop at my neck. His kiss trailed down my neck. When he took my nipple into his mouth, I gasped. Heat pooled low in my body.

“Tell me what you want,” Nolan said in between licks.

“You, I want you,” I answered and he chuckled. He began moving down my body slowly.

“What…what are you doing?” I asked as he spread my knees apart and settled between my thighs.

Nolan smirked as he stuck his tongue out,

“Nolan, what….”

I gasped and arched as his tongue inside me. Jason had never done this before. I read about it in books but never thought to ask for it to be done.

Nolan holded me down with my waist. My fingers were tangled in his hair. When he sucked my clit into his mouth, my body jolted. He hummed softly, the vibration pushing me closer to the edge.

“Oh, my goddess, Nolan!”

He slid a finger inside me and then another. The stretch was intense but controlled. Nolan found the place inside me that made

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my vision blur and pressed there deliberately.

“Tell me you like this,” Nolan said.

“Yes,” I said without hesitation, “I love it!”

He stood up, kicked his shoes off. Then his belt. His cock sprung free, hard and flushed, bobbing between us. I froze for a second. He’s longer and thicker than Jason, and I feltl a flicker of nervousness mingled with anticipation.

Goddess, how was it going to fit?

I swallowed, actually swallowed hard, and he smirked. “Too late to back out now, Princess.”

I raised an eyebrow. I wasn’t going to back out of this. I reached up and grabbed him, earning a groan. “Does it look like I am backing out?” I growled as I stroked him slowly.

Nolan grabbed my hands and pushed me back onto my back. He looked into my eyes as he lined up. Nolan pushed in slowly, the head slipping through my wetness with ease, but the stretch was startling. It burned at first, a hot ache, but then I adjusted, and the pain became something electric and thrilling.

When Nolan’s all the way in, he collapsed on his elbows and buried his face in my neck, shuddering.

“Holy shit,” he murmured, voice muffled by my hair.

“Nolan, please,” I whined. He began to move slowly as if worried I’ll break. All I could do was clutch at him and rocked my hips in time. The sensation was raw; nothing like with Jason. No frantic grunting, no desperate rutting, no half-hearted climax for him and then rolling away, leaving me unsatisfied and alone. Nolan was attuned to every sound I made, every twitch and sigh.

“You feel so good,” he moaned.

He kept the rhythm faster and fucked me harder. Each time he bottomed out, I felt the jolt all the way up my spine, and it made me desperate. I wrapped my legs around his waist, locking him to me, wanting more, wanting everything.

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