I smirk against her shoulder, nipping just enough to make her whimper. “Do you want me to keep talking like that?”
She bucks slightly beneath me, thighs pressing closer, hands clutching the sheets.
Her voice drops low, urgent: “Yes, but maybe don’t say ‘cock’ every time. It makes me laugh,” she murmurs, a teasing smirk tugging at her lips.
I chuckle against her, lips brushing over her collarbone as I trail down her chest, letting my tongue flick along the curve of her ribs. “Okay, okay, baby. What do you want me to say?”
Her breath catches, hips shifting slightly against me. “Anything... everything... I don’t care,” she pants, fingers tangling in my hair. “Just... tell me what you’re going to do to me.”
I hum against her skin, dragging my lips down toward the hollow of her stomach. “Mmm... I could tell you... or I could show you.” My tongue flicks lightly over her skin, making her shiver.
“Then show me,” she whispers, voice trembling, a mixture of need and daring, “but stop teasing.”
I do what I’m told. I press my mouth to her, licking her slowly, tasting her like I’ve been starving.
Her cry pierces the air. Her fingers knot in the sheets, then in my hair, yanking me closer. I devour her, tongue flicking, sucking, plunging deeper, dragging her closer to the edge with every stroke.
“Don’t stop—please—fuck, don’t stop—”
Her thighs clamp around my head, trembling, and I know she’s about to break—so I pull away.
Her body jerks violently, a strangled whimper ripping from her throat. “Hey—”
I crawl up her body, lips brushing hers in slow, lingering kisses, tasting her on her own mouth. “I want to feel you come around me... not just on my tongue. I want to feel your skinagainst mine. Your body... all of you,” I murmur, voice low and warm.
“I’ll make it up to you after, baby,” I whisper, sliding a hand over her hip, “I’ll make you come in every way... every single way you want me to. I swear.”
Her eyes shine, a mix of need and vulnerability. “Then be with me. I can’t wait any longer. I’ll give you everything.”
I smile against her lips, chest pressing to hers, grinding just enough to make her tremble. “You are everything,” I murmur.
She bites her lip, and I lift her chin, locking her gaze with mine. “Look at me while we do this. Look at me with those big, enchanting doe eyes.”
She bites her lip again, pulling me closer, voice soft but desperate. “I just... want you. Close. Against me. Inside of me.”
I press my forehead to hers, letting my lips brush hers in a gentle, lingering kiss. “I’m right here,” I murmur, shoving my jeans down. I free myself, and press inside her in one slow, deep thrust, letting each movement speak what words never could.
She screams, nails tearing down my back, clinging to me.
“Fuck, baby,” I groan, barely holding on. “You’re so tight. Like you were made to take me.”
Her legs wrap around my waist, locking me in. “I’m your Nova. I’ll always be your Nova.”
“And I’m yours,” I growl into her ear, pounding harder, faster, until the bed rattles beneath us. “I’ll always be your Vincent. Forever.”
Every thrust is desperate, messy, a claim and a confession. Sweat slicks our bodies, the sound of skin and moans filling the room. She gasps my name like it’s a prayer, nails raking fire down my shoulders.
“I love you,” I rasp, forehead pressed to hers, lips brushing hers with every breathless thrust. “God, Nova, I fucking love you.”
She breaks with a scream, her body convulsing around me, clenching so tight I see stars. It rips me apart—I roar her name, spilling deep inside her, grinding hard as if I can fuse us together.
We collapse in a tangled heap, trembling, panting, both of us wrecked. She kisses me everywhere—jaw, cheeks, lips, forehead, eyelids, nose—like she can’t get enough.
“You’re here,” she whispers against my mouth, tears in her voice. “You’re really here.”
I hold her face in my hands, press my forehead to hers, still inside her, both of us shaking.
“Always,” I whisper, kissing her slow, reverent. “Always yours. Always here. I’ll never leave.”
