From Rejected Mate to Luna Chapter 89

Julia's POV

His relentless pace and the overwhelming fullness pushed me toward another peak, this one building even higher than the first. Every thrust hit something deep inside me that sent electric shocks of pleasure throughout my body. My legs trembled, wrapped tightly around his waist as he pounded into me.

"I can feel you getting tighter," Matthew growled against my throat, his hot breath sending shivers across my skin. "Are you going to come on my cock?"

"Yes—yes—I'm so close," I gasped, my nails digging into his back as the pressure built to an unbearable level.

He shifted slightly, changing the angle so the base of his cock rubbed against my clit with each thrust. The added stimulation was all it took to send me over the edge. My orgasm crashed through me with stunning intensity, my back arching off the bed as I screamed his name.

My pussy clenched rhythmically around his thick length, milking him as he continued to drive into me through my climax. The sensation of my internal muscles squeezing him triggered his own release. Matthew's thrusts became erratic, his breathing harsh against my neck.

"Fuck, Julia—I'm coming," he groaned, his lips pressed against my throat. His hips jerked forward one final time as he buried himself to the hilt inside me, his cock pulsing as he filled the condom.

He didn't bite me, though I could feel the scrape of his teeth against my skin, the tension in his jaw as he fought the urge to mark me. Instead, he pressed his forehead against my shoulder, his entire body shuddering with the force of his climax.

We stayed connected for several long moments, both of us breathing heavily. I could feel my pussy continuing to contract around him in small aftershocks that made us both gasp. Matthew raised his head to look at me, his eyes soft with wonder and satisfaction.

He lowered his mouth to my neck again, gently sucking the sensitive skin below my ear, then tracing the shell of my ear with his tongue. The tender attention sent pleasant tingles throughout my boneless body, making me shiver despite the heat between us.

Eventually, he carefully withdrew from me, both of us wincing slightly at the separation. I lay sprawled across the bed, utterly spent, as he disposed of the condom and disappeared briefly into the bathroom. He returned with a warm, damp washcloth and gently cleaned between my legs, his touch careful and reverent.

As he wiped the cloth along my inner thighs, I noticed his cock beginning to harden again, the impressive length twitching against my leg. I opened my eyes fully to admire his perfect form—the broad shoulders, defined chest, and narrow waist. His arousal was unmistakable, jutting proudly from the nest of dark curls between his legs.

Matthew caught my appreciative gaze and chuckled. "You need to rest," he said, though the hunger in his eyes contradicted his words.

After finishing his careful ministrations, he tossed the washcloth aside and slid into bed beside me, pulling me against his chest. We settled into a spooning position, his arm draped protectively over my waist. I could feel his erection pressing insistently against my backside, hot and hard.

I wiggled my hips slightly, partly to get comfortable and partly to tease him. His response was immediate—his arm tightened around me, holding me still.

"Don't," he warned, his voice a low rumble against my ear. "If you keep moving like that, I can't guarantee what I'll do."

"It's uncomfortable," I complained, though truthfully, the pressure was more arousing than uncomfortable.

Matthew made a sound between a sigh and a growl, then adjusted our position. He guided his cock between my thighs, not entering me but nestling the length along my still-sensitive folds. The head of his cock rested just at my entrance, providing a gentle pressure that was oddly comforting rather than demanding.

"Better?" he murmured, kissing the back of my neck.

"Mmm," I agreed, the pleasant weight of exhaustion settling over me. The warmth of his body curled around mine and the gentle friction of his cock between my thighs created a cocoon of contentment that lulled me toward sleep.

In this moment, I felt a happiness so complete it almost frightened me. This wasn't just physical satisfaction; it was something deeper, warmer, more profound. The way Matthew had looked at me, touched me, spoken to me—it was everything I hadn't known I needed.

But beneath that contentment lurked a whisper of sadness. Tomorrow, our research project would end. Despite his assurances that he had a plan, the uncertainty of our future together nagged at me.

"Matthew?" I murmured, my voice heavy with approaching sleep.

"Hmm?" His breath was warm against my neck.

"What's your idea? About us seeing each other after tomorrow?"

Instead of answering, he tightened his arm around me, drawing me closer against his chest. His heartbeat was steady against my back, his scent enveloping me completely. The intimacy of the position—his body curved protectively around mine, his cock nestled warmly between my thighs—made my question seem almost unnecessary. How could something that felt this right not find a way to continue?

"Are you going to miss me?" he asked softly, ignoring my question.

I hesitated, unsure how much to reveal. We'd spent such a short time together, yet my feelings had grown with alarming speed. Admitting their depth seemed dangerous, potentially embarrassing.

"It's okay," he whispered, sensing my reluctance. "You can tell me anything, Julia. Never worry about being too much—I will never think you're too much. Not ever."

His words loosened something in my chest. "I will miss you," I confessed. "More than I should, probably."

"There's no 'should' here," he said, his lips brushing my shoulder. "Only what we feel."

"And what do you feel?" I asked, surprised by my own boldness.

His answer came without hesitation. "I want to see you every day. I want to wake up with you, fall asleep with you, argue with you, laugh with you. I can barely remember what my life was like before you came into it, and I can't imagine a future without you in it."

The sincerity in his voice made my throat tight with emotion. I lifted his hand from my waist and brought it to my lips, pressing a kiss against his palm. "I love you," I whispered against his skin, the words slipping out before I could consider their weight.

For a heartbeat, I feared I'd gone too far, too fast. But then his arms tightened around me, and I felt the curve of his smile against my shoulder.

"I love you too," he said, and the simple truth of it chased away my lingering doubts, carrying me into dreams filled with promise.