I plaster my mouth to hers before she finishes. Her mouth opens beneath mine with a gasp, and I use the opportunity to brush my tongue against hers. She moans, her arms wrapping around my shoulders, nails digging into my back.
I push her back against the tiled wall and lift her up so her legs wrap around my waist.
She leans her head back and moans my name.
I’ll never fucking stop loving the way she says my name when she’s turned on.
Like she’s so fucking desperate and I’m the only one who can relieve the ache.
At least I better fucking be the only one.
I circle my tongue around one pert nipple and then the other.
“Jace,” she moans again, her body shuddering in my arms.
I smile against her skin, kissing my way up from her chest to her neck, to her cheeks, and finally her lips.
Her fingers find my hair, tugging on the strands.
I move my lips to her ear. “You’re the best fucking gift I’ve ever been given.”
I don’t know what I did before this girl was mine.
I was dark.
I was angry.
I was i
mpossible.
Nova had her own set of baggage, but somehow, when we collided, it was pure magic. Like we were two puzzle pieces made to fit together.
Now, we were both the people we were always meant to be.
I laughed.
I smiled.
I fucking lived.
And Nova … She was as bright as a star, just like her name.
She bites her lip, looking at me with heavy-lidded eyes.
“Fuck me.”
I don’t have to be told twice.
I slip inside her and she moans so loud, her pussy clenching around my dick.
“Fuck,” I groan, burying my head in her neck.
This girl is my undoing. Always.
I move my hips and she rolls hers against me.
I’m not going to last long. Not with her doing that.