Rejected Luna Queen

Nolan’s POV

We lay there for a moment, catching our breath, our bodies still intertwined, paint smeared across our skin.

The aftermath of our passionate encounter left us in a tangle of limbs and colors, the room silent except for our heavy breathing.

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As we stood, we took a moment to look at each other, our eyes trailing over the myriad of colors that covere

Paint was everywhere – on our faces, our torsos, our legs – a vibrant, chaotic display of our recent intimacy.

For a moment, we were both silent, taking in the sight of each other, then, unexpectedly, we burst out laughing.

Our laughter filled the room, light and carefree, a perfect release of the tension and desire that had been building between us.

It felt good to laugh, to share this moment of pure, unfiltered joy amidst the chaos of our lives.

I turned to look at the canvas behind us, my eyes widening in surprise and delight.

There, plastered onto the huge canvas, was the imprint of our bodies, a vivid and intimate portrait of our lovemaking.

I could see the outline of her nipples, the curve of her belly button, the shape of my hands where they had pressed against her skin. It was like a spontaneous piece of art, raw and unfiltered.

“Look at that,” I said, my voice a mix of wonder and amusement. “We’ve created a masterpiece.”

Nesta’s eyes followed mine, and she gasped softly, her hand covering her mouth as she took in the sight.

“It’s… beautiful,” she whispered, her voice filled with awe.

The picture we had made on the canvas was undeniably erotic, each brushstroke and smudge of paint telling the story of our passion. The sight of it made my heart race, my body reacting instantly.

I felt a familiar heat rising within me, my arousal igniting once more. And as I glanced at Nesta, I could see the same desire reflected in her eyes.

The scent of her arousal filled the air, mingling with the smell of paint, and it was

The sight of her, covered in paint and breathing heavily, was almost too much to dear. My doce responded immediately, hardening with need.

I stepped closer to her, my hand reaching out to brush a strand of paint–streaked hair from her face. She looked up at me, her eyes dark and inviting, her lips slightly parted

“Round two” I muurmured, my voice thick with desire

Nesta smiled, a slow, seductive curve of her lips that sent a shiver down my spine. “I thought you’d never ask,” she lied, her voice a sultry whisper.

And with that, we were lost in each other once more, our bodies moving together in a dance as old as time, creating new patterns and shapes on the canvas of our lives

After round three, our bodies were trembling with exhaustion and exhilaration. We stumbled into the bathroom, our legs barely supporting us, yet our strength as werewolves kept us going

The paint and sweat mingled on our skin, creating a colorful tapestry of our passion. I reached for the shower, turning it on to the warmest setting, and we both stepped under the soothing spray, the water washing away the remnants of our artistic lovemaking

The hot water cascaded over us, and we took a moment to simply enjoy the sensation, letting the warmth relax our muscles.

But it wasn’t long before our hands were roaming again, exploring each other with a renewed intensity. The steam enveloped us, and the tiles echoed with the sounds of our shared pleasure.

We made love once more, the water splashing around us, our bodies moving together in a primal dance that felt both wild and tender.

When we finally emerged from the shower, our bodies were clean but our desire was far from sated.

We dried off quickly, our hands never straying far from each other, and made our way to the bed. As we lay down, a sense of peace and contentment settled over us. Nesta nestled against me, her head resting on my chest, and I wrapped my arm around her, holding her close.

Just as we began to relax, I heard Nesta’s stomach growl, a reminder that we hadn’t eaten.

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I booked at Nesta, her eyes glowing with a mixture of contentment and anticipation, and I knew that I would do anything to protect her, to keep her safe and happy

After we finished eating, we lay back down the remnants of the meal set aside. Nesta smuggled closer to me, and I wrapped my arms around her, feeling the gentle rise and fall of her breath. The room was filled with a comfortable silence, the land that only comes when two souls age perfectly in sync.

“Thank you” Nesta whispered, her voice barely audible.

For what?” I asked, my fingers tracing patterns on her back.

“For being here,” she replied. “For everything

I kissed the top of her head, my heart swelling with affection. “Always,” I murmured. “I’m not going anywhere!

We drified off to sleep, our bodies entwined, our hearts beating as one. In that moment, everything felt right.