Her skin is silky soft against mine, setting every nerve ending in my body on fire. I press my forehead to hers and watch as her eyebrows pull together and her green irises shine with unshed tears.
“You’re mine,” I whisper as I sink deep inside her again. Needing for her to know exactly how I feel, I say, “I will never love another woman the way I love you.”
A sob bursts from her, and she wraps her arms tightly around my neck.
We’re both completely overwhelmed, and it has my control slipping. My hips move faster, and I start filling her with hard thrusts. Her body rocks beneath mine, and her tears quickly fade and turn into moans of pleasure.
Fuck, this woman is my undoing.
Her body tenses even more and pushes against mine, her hips lifting to meet every powerful thrust I give her.
Nova gasps and whimpers, and I drive into her at a relentless pace until she screams my name as her orgasm hits. “Easton!”
Music to my fucking ears.
“That’s it, beautiful,” I praise her, my voice hoarse from the incredible pleasure and emotions I’m experiencing. “Come for me.”
My hold on Nova tightens as she convulses beneath me, and hammering into her, I keep going until my own release rips the air from my lungs. My body jerks uncontrollably, a satisfied groan rumbling from my chest.
Addicted to the feel of Nova, I continue plunging into her while I come, my jaw clenched from the intense ecstasy seizing my body.
Perfect. So fucking perfect.
Once the pleasure begins to fade, I slow down until I remain buried deep inside her. Our rushed breaths warm the air between us, and for a moment, we only stare at each other.
I drink in the sight of her postorgasmic glow, loving that I’m responsible for the look of pure satisfaction on her face.
I settle all my weight on top of Nova, pinning her to the bed. Framing her cheeks with my hands, I proceed to kiss the living hell out of her. “Mine,” I growl between kisses. “All mine.”
It sounds like the words come from deep within her soul as she whispers, “I love you so much.”
I claim every word from her mouth as my tongue dominates hers, and we spend minutes kissing before I lift my head again.
When I look into Nova’s green eyes, my heart overflows with everything from possessiveness to an insane obsession to protect her from every single bad thing in this world.
“You own my heart, Nova.”
She brings her hands to the sides of my neck and tilts her head as she stares up at me in absolute wonder. “I see you.” She sucks in a breath, then adds, “The real you.”
The words hit me square in the chest. I didn’t know I needed to hear Nova say that.
My eyes search hers, then I ask, “Does this mean you’re willing to give us a chance?” When she just looks at me, not answering quicklyenough, I shake my head and give her a pleading look. “Don’t say no. Not after tonight.”
Her chin quivers, and her voice is strained when she admits, “I’m scared.”
Hoping that every ounce of love I feel for her shows on my face, I ask, “Do you trust me?”
She nods, but her eyes shine with tears again, and one rolls into her hair. “I don’t trust myself. What if I mess things up?”
“That’s not a possibility.” I catch one of her tears with the pad of my thumb. “I wish you could see yourself through my eyes.”
“What if we fight?”
“Then we’ll talk about the problem until it’s resolved.”
I watch as she thinks for a moment, then she asks, “What if your fans hate me?”
I let out a chuckle. “They’re not in this relationship. This decision is between you and me.” When her lips part, I quickly add, “But I’m sure they’ll love you.”
