“I’m going to bed,” she taunts, dropping her dress and sauntering to the end of my mattress. Turning, she lowers to the edge, reaching back and unsnapping the hook of her bra, while the minimal light flickering through the east-facing window causes the chain around her neck to glitter.
It’s like a target, drawing me closer. Inviting me in, the way a spider traps its prey.
“I’m gonna be here.” Her voice is a desperate ache, washing everything else away until she’s all that’s left. Only her, and the possibility of what could be, if only I gave in to what she wants. “Naked.” She lowers her bra, revealing perfect, swollen tits. Her nipples are erect, just begging me to bite. Her chest, heaves for air and challenges me to rest my head. “And if you choose to be difficult…” She inches backward until her shoulders touch the wall, and because she’s not done fucking with me, she lifts her hips and slowly, seductively peels her panties down. “Then I’ll start touching myself.”
“Nova—”
“I’m gonna make myself come on your bed, Lincoln, and I’m gonna think about you while I do it. I’ll lay my head on your pillows so I can smell you and think of how good your cock would feel inside me.” She tugs her lacy panties to her ankles, then, lifting her feet, she maneuvers the lingerie off and balls them in her hand.
Fuck her, because I slide my hand into my jeans and circle my cock. I can’t help it. If I don’t touch, I’m gonna burn. If I have her, I’ll burn.
My future, no matter how I see it, is gonna hurt.
I choose a middle ground and stare at her juicy cunt, her clitthrobbing in the poor light, and her legs dropping open to show meeverything.
Better—or worse, I’m not sure—instead of tossing her panties aside, she brings them to her nose and inhales.
“Smells likewe could have been together,” she groans, sliding her free hand over her smooth belly and slipping two fingers into her pussy. So confident. So perfect. She drops her head back, banging it against the wall and crying out with a desperate whimper. “Lincoln.”
“Don’t say my name.” I unzip my jeans and push the front down, freeing my cock. I just need alittlerelief. Just a moment to find control again. “I’m begging you, Nova. You don’t know what you’re asking for.”
“Pretty sure I’m asking you to fuck me.” Her hips jerk higher, and with the movement, a wash of desire soaks into my blankets.
Glancing over at my nightstand, she lifts an inquisitive brow. “What have you got in here?” She drags her teeth between trembling lips and leans across, yanking my drawer open to peek inside. Surprising herself, she pulls a knife out first, her brows shooting high and her eyes growing wider. She fucks herself with one hand and massages the handle of my knife with the other, flicking the blade free until the steel glints in the low light. She shakes her head and sets it back. “Definitely not that.” Instead, she snatches up the television remote and considers its six inches in length, but paltry one-inch thickness.
“Don’t even think about it,” I groan, stepping off the hallway floorboards and onto the carpet. But the change in flooring reignites my willpower, prompting me to a stop. “Nova.”
“That’s not gonna cut it.” She sets the remote back and pullsout a notebook and pens. A small bottle of Tylenol and, after it, a mess of cords. Laptop, phone, tablet. She studies each one, her eyes flickering to mine, then back down again. Tossing them on the bed, she reaches into the drawer once more and pulls out a flashlight I fuckingknewshe’d find.Dreadedit. “This, though…” She studies the eight inches of thick steel, the perfect replacement for a cock if a woman is desperate enough.
And she is. She’s desperate enough. Which means I’m about to lose this war.
She finds a strip of condoms in my drawer and grins. “This could be perfect.” Pulling them free, her cheeks burn a delicious red. A dangerous blush. She’s already won.“Go away if you must.” She tears open a foil square and takes the slick rubber between her fingers. Her gaze goes to my hand, sliding along my cock, pumping within the tight confines of my pants. “You need to stop overthinking. We both want this.”
“If I have you…” I squeeze until liquid seeps from the tip. “If I do this, I’m not gonna be able to let you go. Those are not just words, Nova. That’s my soul begging for mercy.”
“So have me.” She sets the flashlight aside and twists. Bravely—or stupidly—she sets her hands on my pillows and rises to her knees, showing me her ass. “Then keep me. Forever.”
“Fuck!”
My mind snaps. My willpower. My whole fucking existence. I stalk toward the bed, shoving my jeans down to my thighs and tearing my shirt off. But instead of mounting her like a mongrel dog the way I so desperately want, I drop to my back and grab her hips, yanking her along the bed. She screams out in panic, but I pull her over my face and feast.
So fucking good. So delicious.
“Oh, God!” She bursts easily, grinding over my lips and filling my mouth with her release as she lets out a feral cry. “Lincoln!”
I take her clit between my teeth and slide my thumb into her ass, catching her gushing pleasure and happily drowning myself in her.
Mine.
For the rest of our lives, she’s mine.
She attempts to spring away from my touch, but I pull her down again and eat like I haven’t eaten in weeks.
“Don’t you dare.” I fuck her with my tongue and bruise her ass with my steely grip. She explodes again, so it becomes a baptism by Nova Nichols–dunking me in holy water and bringing me back to life again.
Now I’m hers. Her protector. Her devotee.
“Lincoln!” She grinds down over my mouth, smothering me with her swollen lips, then straightens so I’m treated to a view of her stomach and the fuckable swells of her breasts.
