The Luna Choosing Game

Chapter 0552

By now my legs had resumed some basic functionality so I nodded. He released me and I stood on my own. Then he took my hand in his and clasped it.

Side by side, we slowly waded into the water. The waves were mostly calm now. As the water reached our stomachs, the waves simply lifted and lowered us gently, like a rocking cradle.This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Even as a decent swimmer, I was still nervous about entering the deep water. Fortunately, Nicholas didn't take us beyond where my feet could touch the ground while my shoulders remained above water.

Then, turning toward me, he lowered his hands down my thighs, and lifted me up against him so that I was his level. I wrapped my legs tightly around his waist and my arms around his shoulders. Like this, he kissed me.

"Nick," I moaned against him.

The grip of one of his hands tightened on my thigh, as the other slide upwards toward my core. He teased his finger along the edge of my panty line, before slipping one errant finger underneath. He touched my clit, and I bucked against him. I broke our kiss to gasp.

The ocean water was cool, but his body was hot. And with the way he was teasing me, tracing small circles around my clit with his fingertip, I was close to igniting.

"Does it feel good?" he asked. A smug smile pulled at his lips. He seemed pleased with himself at how easily was losing myself to the feel of him. I bucked and grinded against him, almost too lost to answer.

"Yes."

He dipped his head down and latched onto the side of my neck, sucking in a mark.

I buried my fingers in his hair, desperate to keep him right where he was. All of it felt so good. I didn't want it to end.

"Nick... Oh, oh... Don't stop."

"I won't," he promised. He licked over the mark he'd made, easing the initial sting. Meanwhile, his fingers continued to work wonders on my clit. He added some pressure now, bullying me, heightening my pleasure to record peaks.

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"You're mine, Piper." Nicholas spoke now, like a man possessed. "No one else will ever get to see you like this." It sounded like a promise, and the picture of it, of being only Nicholas's for the rest of my life, helped topple me over the peak and straight into climax.

"Ah-" I cried out, only to be cut off when his mouth closed over mine. He swallowed all of my sounds of pleasure as if taking them into himself, claiming them as he had claimed me.

Later, as we made our way to the shore, Nicholas held my hand again, no less tightly than before. Even through my pleasure-addled mind, I could tell something was amiss.

I tugged at him when our feet reached dry sand, and asked, "What's wrong?"

He didn't answer directly, but after a moment, he turned to me, his expression filled with worry. "Please be careful during the race tomorrow."

Did he think that I wouldn't be? I had far too much to lose. "I'll be careful," I assured him.

That didn't seem like enough. "If you sense anything wrong... alert someone. Anyone. Preferably me, but whoever is nearest to you. As soon as you sense it. Okay?"

He seemed to be letting his worries overwhelm him. But, given everything that had happened lately, I supposed I couldn't blame him. Truthfully, I was nervous too, though I couldn't let it stop me.

I was going to do whatever it took to get to the top of this competition and not to be eliminated. But a promise was what he wanted, so that was what I would have to give. "I promise," I said. And I hoped I could keep it.