A Beautiful Luna After Rejection

Chapter 153: A Sudden Turn

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Michael reached out and pressed my hand against the bed. I couldn’t do any more extensive wiggling. I looked helplessly at Michael.

Instead, Michael straightened his back and thrust all the way in.

I let out a sobbing groan. Michael felt both pain and pleasure.

The pain was not an accurate description. The slight tingling sensation of his penis rubbing against the walls of my G-spot was quickly soothed by the pleasure that came from deep within. The pleasure was so overwhelming that I just wanted more.

I reflexively contracted my vagina, wanting Michael’s penis to stay inside me for a bit longer. It would be best if we stayed close and never separated.

Michael held my leg with one hand and rubbed it repeatedly on my butt with the other.

He kept pulling out of me before plunging deep into me, repeatedly and violently. His movements were too big and too deep, and I felt my whole body tremble with each impact and Michael would drag me back by my legs and do it again.

My thighs were red from Michael’s firm grip, and flesh slapping echoed throughout the room.

I moaned and groaned all the time because of Michael, and every time I was in bed with Michael, I felt like I wasn’t myself.

But every time Michael came in and out of my body quickly and powerfully, it was endlessly stimulating. My body felt electrified, and every nerve, every cell, from my scalp to my toes, was screaming for the ultimate pleasure.

Soon, I was orgasming again.

Michael pulled his wet penis out of my body, turned me over on my thighs, raised my hips, and stuck it in my back, stimulating my G-spot.

“Ahhhh!” I screamed.

I had just come and was still in the afterglow of the orgasm, but I was being stimulated again.

I felt my vagina twitch and contract, and Michael tore open my body again and again with a look of enjoyment behind me. I felt numb and itchy, scared and expectant of Michael’s actions.

I arched my body slightly and showed Michael my submission. I brought the back of my neck to Michael’s mouth again.

“Bite me, Michael. Please bite me. Mark me...”

At this point, I couldn’t remember Joanna at all. Everything else that I wanted to prove through being marked became unimportant. All I could see was my mate — Michael.

I wanted Michael’s mark. I wanted my mate’s mark.

This mark would make us belong because we could only belong to each other. Michael’s mark was supposed to be mine. It was mine. No one could take it away from me.

I felt Michael freeze behind me.

I looked back at Michael. He was looking down at me. Then, he bent over and inched closer to me. I saw his teeth getting sharper and longer, the tip of his nose resting on the back of my neck.

I closed my eyes and waited for the pain to come. Michael would breathe into me, and he would mark me. From then on, we were each other, inseparable.

But I waited a long time, and the pain didn’t come.

He was constantly twitching in me before he pulled out of my body. I turned my head and looked at Michael in confusion. The expression of indulging in desire on his face was gone. He looked a little cold.

“Little Wolf, what do you want to do tonight?” Michael’s calm voice sounded.

I looked at him in disbelief. A second ago, we were still having intimate intercourse. Our bodies and hearts were tightly bonded together. Suddenly, Michael pulled himself out of that state and even questioned me.

I reached out to grab Michael’s still-stiff penis and pulled him toward me to continue what had just happened.

Michael looked down at me but didn’t say no. Instead, he put his hand over mine, inched closer, and pulled me into bed.

I continued to stroke his penis with one hand under his body, and with the other, I touched his chest, breathed on his Adam’s apple, and said, “I want you to be happy.”

That didn’t do what I thought it would do. Michael didn’t let go of my hand, but he wasn’t thinking about what we were doing. He looked at me with a slight frown, his eyes filled with more confusion than joy.

His expression made me feel like everything I was doing was boring.

It was as if it was all wishful thinking on my part, and Michael didn’t want to have sex with me or mark me at all.

It was just as Joanna had said. I felt my heart sink slowly as if it were going to stop beating in my chest and turn into a heavy stone.