But now, as I held on to her, there was no holding them back. My emotions swept over me with the force of a tsunami, robbing me of the oxygen in my lungs and the strength to lift my head.

Her touch grounded me, her heartbeat under my ear reminding me that this was, in fact, reality. A million different questions invaded my mind, trying to destroy the joy of holding the one person I couldn’t live without, but I pushed them aside. I didn’t want answers, not yet. For the moment, all I wanted was her.

“Nova.” I tightened my hold on her, lifting her as I got to my feet. “Tell your family goodnight.”

She wrapped her legs around my waist, her face pressing into my neck. “Night, everyone!”

We were gone before anyone could reply, my strides long and purposeful as I carried her up the stairs and to the room I’d left only minutes before. The slamming of the door barely registered as I flipped the lock and crossed to the bed.

Setting her on the end of the bed, I stripped her. But the moment her shirt was over her head, leaving her in only her bra and my necklace around her neck—the necklace I’d seen around someone else’s neck and thought it was her, it was game over. I wanted to be gentle, but I was too far gone, making my hands rough as they slid over her bare flesh, tearing her bra to shreds so I could have every inch of her naked body against me.

“H-how angry are you?” she asked shakily.

“Unless the next words out of your mouth are ‘Yes, Ryan. Harder,’ don’t speak.”

50

Nova

Ryan Age 23 : Nova Age 18

The fire in Ryan’s eyes had sweat beading along my entire body, but it was his feral growl that caused my clit to throb despite having had the best orgasm of my life less than half an hour before. He lifted me like I weighed nothing at all and placed me in the center of the bed. Grabbing the back of his shirt collar, he pulled it over his head even as he was kicking off his sweatpants.

I’d had fantasies of Ryan losing control with me, but the reality was a million times better than I ever could have imagined. I didn’t get time to appreciate the sight of him fully naked before his mouth crashed down on mine. Earlier, when we’d fooled around right after he’d woken up, I’d felt so guilty because he’d thought he was dreaming. The afterglow of coming all over his mouth had vanished before I’d even gotten the chance to enjoy it.

Liquid heat pooled between my legs as he spread them wider so his bulky body could fit between them. His hands were everywhere, fisting my hair, cupping my tits, and pinching my aching nipples. Grazing down my abdomen and spreading the lips of my sex, thumbing my clit until I was begging him for more.