I’ll have those, too.
“Oh, God!” She fists my hair and… pushes me away? Pulls me closer? I’m not sure even she knows. “Ah!”
I pump her for every drop. Every fucking morsel of delicious nectar. When she practically levitates off the bed, too sensitive for more, I tug her down and set her on my crotch. I don’t give her a chance to catch her breath. I don’t even give her an opportunity to object, though I know she could—and would—if she wanted to. Without thinking, I impale her on my cock, burying my length in her tight confines and slamming upwards so she takes all of me.
“Not gonna leave you wanting for more, Nova Nichols.”
“Hurts.” She heaves, her mouth dropping open and her brows wrinkling from the pain. “Too big.”
“Gonna stretch your pretty pussy out.” I flip us over and pull her legs up, pinning them beneath my chest so she’s open to me. Completely and totally open with no choice but to let me have her. “You begged for this, remember?” I drive forward and fill her up, her succulent tits bouncing and her eyes scrunching shut. “Nova? Hey.” I tap her cheek and smirk when she opens them again. “Now you’re mine.”
I release her legs and dive in, taking her lips and sliding my tongue against hers. She meets me stroke for stroke. My equal, even when it’s a tight fit. My strength, even though it hurts.
“You have no clue what you’ve started.” I pull back and sit on my haunches, dragging her up and keeping her on my cock so she can ride at her own speed. “You weren’t supposed to be my undoing.”
I bury my lips against her neck and vow to take her place. If Aster wants her dead, I’ll be her sacrifice. If he wants answers, I’ll cut my tongue out to keep her safe.
“You weren’t supposed to take my heart,” I groan. “You weren’t supposed to be our villain.”
20
NOVA
SHHH…
I’m not sure what time it is, but the sun is gone, and there are no streetlights quite this far out of town. The moon is bright, though, and the sky is clear, so I still see Lincoln in the shadows. His unhappy glower. “You seem cranky. Most men are in a better mood after sex.”
“I’m not cranky.” He feathers the tip of his finger across the mounds of my breasts, tracing my nipple and moving down, over the chain around my neck, then back up on the other side to repeat. “I’m pissed.”
Oops.
“I’m furious, because we weren’t supposed to do that, but you couldn’t keep your hormones under control. Now here we are, and I’m about to burn the fucking world down for you.”
“That’s a tad dramatic, don’t you think?” I scratch his scalp and purr. His stroking finger is nothing short of bliss-inducing. “The world needn’t burn. So, you could probably just lie here a little longer and relax.”
“This isn’t as black and white as you think.” He pushes up onto his elbow and stares down at me in the darkness, the whites of his eyes like stars in the sky. “There are bad people out there, Nova. And sometimes, good people get caught up in problems they never created. It’s not fair. But life so rarely is.”
“You think I don’t know that? You think I haven’t felt cold, cruel punishment for things I didn’t do?”
“Nova—”
“My entire family is dead, Lincoln. My whole universe, it just…” I look up at the ceiling and sigh. “It ceases to exist. My bloodline dies with me, so you don’t need to tell me what’s fair and what isn’t.”
He opens his mouth to speak, but before he can get a word out, I place my hand over it with a noisy clap. “Would you prefer I wallow and scream to prove I’m paying attention? Should I sit in the corner and weep for what’s lost?”
He nips at my palm, following it with a kiss to soothe the ache.
“Or is this about sex? The world has gone to shit, which means I’m not allowed to come. Because…” I bring my free hand up behind my head and use it as a cushion. “I don’t even know. I can’t think of an intelligent reason I should never enjoy myself again. I can grieve and mourn and miss them with every fiber of my being, but I still have to go to work. I still have to buy groceries and talk to people at the store and spend time with my friends.” I meet his eyes in the dark. “I still get tobewith a man, if that’s how I choose to spend my time.”
“But I’m not justanyman,” he growls, stroking my jaw with the side of his thumb. “You pulled me in like the fucking succubus I said you were. And now?—”
“You wanted that.” I press a kiss to his wrist. “You thought you were protecting me by saying no, but there isn’t a single doubt in my mind that what we did was consensual.”
“Wanting you is easy. It’s the easiest thing I’ve ever known. But taking what I want and not expecting there to be consequences…” He shakes his head. “What we did changes everything.”
“What did it change?” Frustrated, I attempt to sit up, but he doesn’t shift his weight for me to move. Instead, I reach for the lamp on his bedside table, stretching my fingers and flicking the switch until the room fills with blinding light. My eyes slam shut, burning as they adjust to the brightness. When I open them again, squinting and searching for his, I’m met with his curious gaze pointed straight at my chest.
Not my breasts. But at the coin Ryan left for me. He takes it between his fingers and strokes the serial numbers marking the edge.
