Rejected Luna Queen

Nolan’s POV

I set Nesta’s heel on the edge of the bed and lift her other leg, opening her thighs, revealing the gorgeous sight in between. Her little pixie pussy is the most beautiful I’ve seen–dark on the outside, pink on the inner folds.

Her clit, small and sensitive, pokes up from under the hood. I tease my thumb across it, making it swell in the shimmering candlelight.

She groans, eyes closed, head tilted back. The sound sends a shiver down my spine, fueling my desire.

I massage her pussy with my hand, my fingers warm and wet from her arousal. Her wetness is slippery like oil. I rub it all around her lips and labia, then in circles on her clit, stroking upward with my thumb, mimicking the motion when she grinds on me.

She rocks her hips, eyelids fluttering, and I can feel the heat and need radiating from her.

“You’re so beautiful, Pixie,” I murmur, my voice low and husky. “I want to make you feel good.”

Her breathing quickens, and her hips start to move in rhythm with my touch. I watch her face, captivated by the mix of pleasure and longing. Every moan, every gasp, fuels my own need, making my body tremble with desire.

I lean in closer, my lips brushing against her ear. “Tell me what you want, Nesta,” I whisper, my breath hot against her skin. “I wany to hear you.”

She bites her lip, a soft whimper escaping her. “Please, Nolan,” she whispers, her voice shaky. “Don’t stop.”

With a growl of satisfaction, I press my thumb harder against her clit, increasing the pressure and speed. Her moans grow louder, her body writhing beneath my touch. The sight of her, so lost in pleasure, drives me wild.

I slide my fingers lower, teasing her entrance before slowly pushing one inside. She gasps, her walls clenching around me. I add another finger, curling them to hit that perfect spot inside her.

“That’s it, Pixie,” I murmur, my voice thick with need. “Come for me.”

Her body tenses, and I feel the first tremors of her orgasm. I don’t let up, my fingers and thumb working together to draw out her pleasure.

She cries out, her back arching off the bed as the waves of her release crash over her. I watch, entranced, as she comes undone beneath me.

When her body finally relaxes, I pull my hand away, my fingers slick with her arousal. I lean down, pressing a tender kiss to her lips. “You taste amazing,” I whisper, my voice filled with raw desire.

She opens her eyes, looking at me with a mixture of surprise and satisfaction. “Nolan,” she breathes, her voice soft. “That was incredible.”

I smile, my heart pounding in my chest. “We’re just getting started, Pixie,” I say, my voice promising even more pleasure. “I want to make you feel this good every night.”

I kiss her, long and slow. Nesta’s lips are warm and swollen, and they taste like heaven. Her hands press into the muscles of my back with surprising strength. Her legs wrap around my waist, and she positions her hips, letting my stiff cock slide inside her.

I let out a sound as I slip into something hotter and tighter than anything I’ve felt before, something that clamps around me and squeezes my cock all the way up, even around the head.Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

Nesta’s muscles inside are strong like a hand, warm and wet like a mouth. She milks me with her pussy, each stroke so intense that I struggle to control myself like I never have before

The bed is huge, giving us plenty of room to move. Each time I drive into her, the sheets rustle like a whisper of the passion we’re sharing

Her moans are music to my ears, and I can’t get enough of the way she feels, the way she sounds, the way she looks beneath

Tack. Nesta I groan, my voice thick with desire. “You’re amazing”

Her eyes flutter open, meeting mine with a gaze filled with lust and something deeper, something that makes my heart race. She tightens her legs around me, pulling me deeper, and I lose myself in her, in the rhythm of our bodies moving together.

With every thrust, I feel her walls contracting around me, driving me closer to the edge. I grip her hips, trying to hold on, to prolong the pleasure, but she feels too damn good.

“Nolan,” she whispers, her voice shaky. “Don’t stop.”

I won’t, I promise, my voice rough. “I want to make you come again, Pixie.”

1 adjust my angle, hitting that perfect spot inside her that makes her cry out. Her nails dig into my back, and her hips buck against mine, her body demanding more. I give it to her, driving into her harder, faster, until I feel her tightening around me, her orgasm building.

When she finally comes, it’s like a tidal wave, her body convulsing around me, her moans filling the room. I follow her over the edge, losing myself in the pleasure, in the connection between us.

As we come down from the high, I kiss her again, soft and tender. “You’re incredible,” I whisper, my breath mingling with

bers

She smiles, her eyes glowing. “So are you,” she replies, her voice full of satisfaction and warmth.

I let go. I think of nothing but Nesta in my arms.

I’ve never felt this kind of pleasure. It goes on and on, the best moment of sex, but it’s all best moments. Each time we fuck is better than the last, and I think, nothing can possibly top this, but somehow the next one does.

What’s the end of it?

I don’t know. I don’t want an end.

I don’t want this to end.

1 exploded inside her.

My orgasm triggers hers. She loves when I come inside her; it makes her feral for hours after.

I watch her come again, and she looks back into my eyes, our faces inches apart. I drive into her, slow and deep, making waves of pleasure crash over us.

DEEP.

DEEP.

DEEP.

Each thrust is the tide of her orgasm, relentless as the ocean. Give it enough

She can’t hold my gaze–her eyes roll back and she makes a long, helpless sound, nails dragging down my back. All day long I’m hand, just from the feel of my shirt sliding over those scratches.

When she comes, the most incredible scent rises from her skin. It’s everything I love about rain and about her. I breathe it in and I’m awake.

I thought I was done–not even close. I blow it all in flashes of light and image, like that’s how universes are made.

She holds me tight, touching me all the way down.

I whispered, “I’ll worship you,” in her ear and didn’t even know I said it.

Nesta is not just a healer. She is powerful in every way. She doesn’t know that