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Pure, male ego shaped his expression into something Nova shouldn’t be attracted to, but it made every nerve in her body tingle. His body had been hewn over numerous lifetimes from swinging a sword and hunting monsters. But if she told him how much hotter he was now, his ego would grow so big it would burst.
She folded her arms and raised her brow in question.
“It’s not going to be the same,” he warned. “You need to understand that.”
She lifted to her toes and planted her lips on his. He froze. Tension flared and skipped over his skin like flames dancing across a log. A long second of doubt passed, then he released the hold on his emotions with a shuddering groan. He splayed his hands on her back and kissed her with deep, angry tongue swipes. She bowed backward under his brute force. A riot of lust and violence coursed through their bond. She whimpered as his passion drowned her. It was heady, dizzying, and ground-quaking.
He continued to kiss as he walked her to the bed, then pushed her down onto the mattress. She landed on her elbows while he looked down at her like a Greek god. Nothing but lust existed in his volcanic eyes.
“Take my shirt off,” he ordered roughly, finally removing his jacket with harsh, hasty tugs.
She slipped the shirt over her head and was left naked except for her panties. His gaze blazed a path down her body, soaking in every inch. He froze, his shirt hanging off his arms. Nova’s indulgent gaze lowered to his defined and tanned abdomen. Then down to the bulge tenting the leather at his groin.
The memory of him waking beside her, fisting his cock, came to mind. His smug grin as he caught her drooling over him. She bit her lip and crawled to him, tugging at his breeches, desperate to help him undress.
Shirt off, he dipped to capture her lips, demanding her attention. She whimpered and scrambled for his laces, still trying to have the best of both worlds. Finally, she gained access to his thick, hard cock and groaned with satisfaction.
Leaf flexed into her fist, gripped her hair, and pulled her head so she looked up to him. His next kiss was a mix of sharp stings in her head, teeth clashing, and insatiable desire unfurling.
“I want to taste you.” She tried to dip her head.
He growled and pulled her hair, lifting her mouth back. Whimpering, she felt her need spiral out of control. He barely let her breathe, but when she did, she gasped, “I want to feel you in my mouth.”
“No,” he grunted and pushed her backward.
She bounced on the mattress, snarled at his denial, and tried to crawl back to take what she wanted. But he stood firm, holding her back with a lofty, calm expression that belied the tension in his body. Skin tight over muscle and sinew. Veins bulging and wreathing along his muscled forearms, at his temple and neck, and down at his taut abdomen. She licked her lips. His cock was so hard it jutted upward.
Breathing like a bull about to charge, he crossed to the window and closed the curtains. Turning back to her, he said, “Now we can fuck.”
Her lips twitched. “Who’s going to sit in a tree and watch us?”
“This is no one’s fucking business but ours.” He prowled back to her and roughly tugged her panties over her hips. He kissed her stomach and licked in circles, heading down to the junction between her thighs.
She fought him off with a smirk, then tried again to put his cock in her mouth. He stepped back, frustrated, and loomed over the bed with defiant eyes. His leather breeches were haphazard on his hips, and his hair was wild and loose, but he looked like a god to her—an angry god.
She loved knowing which buttons to push to make him lose control. It electrified her. It made her need more.
He roughly took her jaw until her lips squashed. He shook her gently. “I’d like to keep this pretty mouth in one piece. So don’t tempt me.”
“God,” she moaned, “you say the hottest things to me.”
His jaw set with frustration. “You’re not understanding. If your mouth is the first part of you I fuck, I’ll—”
“Oh, I know exactly what you mean,Papi.” She licked her lips, sighing with feigned disappointment. “It’s a shame you can’t remember us back then because you’d see I took whatever he gave. He couldn’t keep up with me. Maybe—”
“Fine. Have it your way.” Leaf’s eyes turned black, and he let go of her jaw. “Hands behind your back. Open your mouth.”
ChapterTwenty-Eight
Nova sat back and opened her plump lips, and Leaf trembled. His vision darkened, and he stroked himself, trying to alleviate the agony of denying himself. But thousands of years of pining for her seemed to live beneath his skin. What other explanation was there for the intense need hammering his reason?
The moment their bond had triggered, he’d battled this desire. Logically, he knew he’d just met her. But every time he closed his eyes, he couldn’t stop imagining this moment. Even as he found her sleeping, he’d fantasized about waking her by feasting between her thighs, licking up her slit and tonguing her clit until she grew wet.
Every time the urges hit, his eyes widened in horror, and he’d fled the room before making a fool of himself. This wild, burning desire to unleash was not him—he was civil and restrained. But Nova made an animal out of him. She sat so patiently, so eagerly, begging him to use her mouth. He sensed this obedience would be brief, and he liked that too. He liked that she wouldn’t bend for him or anyone else. He liked that her soul was unbreakable, despite the tears.
“Such a needy little mouth,” he murmured, swiping his thumb along her bottom lip, opening her wider. He dipped into her mouth to wet his thumb. “Show me.”
Her pink tongue darted out, licked him, and then sucked him in deep. His cock jerked as her eyes met his. She made little, impatient whimpering sounds and shuffled forward on her knees.
