CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE #2
The release crashed through her as she cried out. Her pussy pulsed hard around his fingers, clenching again and again as her clit throbbed under his talented mouth. Wave after wave of pleasure slammed into her.
Nova was still trying to catch her breath when she felt Snow shift beside her and reach for something on the bed. The next second, the sound of foil tearing cut through the silence in the room.
Her eyes opened to find his, and the heated look he gave her sent her pulse racing all over again.
Her body trembled beneath him, still sensitive, still reacting, still clenching around nothing. Then she felt him shift. The blunt head of his cock tapped her entrance, making her gasp and close her eyes. She was so sensitive.
“Look at me, Nova.”
His voice cut through the haze, low but commanding.
It took effort, but she forced her eyes open, finding his. The intensity there hit her just as hard as everything else.
“Tell me now if you don’t want this,” he said, quieter now, but heavier. “Because once I start, I already know I won’t be able to stop.”
Her body answered before her words. She brought her legs up and wrapped them around him, pulling down.
Her arms slid around his shoulders until his weight settled against her and their mouths were barely an inch apart.
His breath mingled with hers, his eyes locked onto hers, and she could feel the last of his restraint hanging by a thread.
A slow smile curved her lips.
“I think I’ve been pretty clear.”
“Nova.”
She loved the warning in her name.
Lifting her head, she closed that final inch, brushed her lips against his, and whispered, “Fuck me, Gabe.”
That was all it took.
He pushed into her slowly. She felt the stretch, stealing the air from her lungs as her body struggled to take him. Her nails dug into his shoulders.
Jesus. He’s so big.
He stilled halfway in, every muscle in his body going rigid with restraint.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groaned. “Am I hurting you?”
“No,” she breathed, shaking her head. “Please don’t stop. I need this. I need you inside me.”
He grinned and pecked her lips as he pushed deeper, inch by inch, until he was fully seated inside her. The fullness was overwhelming at first, but then her body adjusted, molding around him until the discomfort melted into something pleasurable—something addictive.
“Holy shit,” he breathed against her neck, his voice strained. “You feel incredible, sweetheart. So fucking perfect.”
Nova could only gasp, her body still trembling as he began to move.
He was slow at first, but every thrust sent sparks through her, reigniting the sensitivity left behind by her first climax.
It bordered on too much, riding the line between pleasure and pain in a way that made her cling to him harder.
Then he stilled. She barely had time to process it before his mouth found hers again, then the shell of her ear.
“You’re taking me so well,” he murmured. “I love being inside you.”
His hand slid between them, his thumb finding her clit again, adding pressure.
“Oh, fuck!” Nova gasped, her body reacting instantly, tightening around him, dragging a low groan from him.
Her hips moved without thought, grinding against him, chasing that release. She needed more.
Snow shifted slightly, changing the angle, his cock hitting that sweet spot inside of her that no other man had ever found.
A deep, broken moan escaped her. Her toes started to curl.
“Tell me it feels as good for you,” he rasped. “Tell me I’m not the only one losing my mind here.”
She tried to speak, but all she could manage was a breathless, desperate, “Please. I need more.”
His mouth curled into a wicked smile, and then he started to thrust hard, and deeper.
The combination of his thumb on her clit, and him pounding into her, the pressure inside of her began to build again.
Her thoughts were scattered. God, he’s going to ruin me. But it feels oh so good.
Suddenly, his hands tightened on her hips, lifting her slightly, shifting her angle. Then he slammed back into her with enough force to knock the breath from her lungs.
“Gabe!” she gasped, shock and pleasure crashing together.
He froze instantly, still buried deep in her pussy. “Too much?” he asked.
“No,” she panted. “Don’t stop. It feels too good.”
Something darker flashed in his eyes. “Say it again. Say my name again.”
She smiled, her hands sliding down his chest and abs.
“Gabe.”
“Fuck!” He pulled out almost completely, then drove back in, hard. The headboard slammed against the wall.
Each thrust was harder than the last, her body sliding beneath him with the force of it.
He caught her wrists, pinning them above her head with one hand, his other gripping her thigh, spreading her wider, driving his cock deeper.
Oh God.
Stars burst behind her eyes as he hit her magic spot over and over.
He leaned down, voice rough against her ear. “Is this what you want, Nova? You want me to fuck you hard?”
This man was unreal. He was a fucking God. Her mind was a blur of heat and sensation, and her words failed her again.
“Answer me,” he demanded, slowing just enough to make her whimper, the loss of the rhythm almost painful.
“Yes,” she gasped, desperate. “Yes, I want it. Please…Gabe, harder.”
A slow, dangerous smile spread across his lips before he drove into her again. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mixing with her cries and his low guttural groans.
“Good girl,” he rasped. “Take all of me.”