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She’d been laying here for over an hour now, and I continued to stare at her. My head was propped up on my arm while my eyes roamed over her face, memorizing little details I hadn’t noticed before.

Like her freckles. There were three on the left side of her nose, two on the right, and nine running across. Her right eyes had three more lashes than the left and there was a slight dip in the corner of her top lip that became more pronounced when herbrows furrowed, like the small scar on her forehead just below her hair line.

I wondered where she got the scar from? How old was she? Did she cry, and who was there to help her?

I soaked in every tiny detail I could. Blemishes, highlights, and imperfections. I took it all in and looked for more. They were the story of her life and I was just noticing them now. I was seeing Nova for the first time. And she was gorgeous.

“How did I not see you before?” I whispered and bent down to press my mouth to hers.

The soft stolen kiss shot down my spine and straight into my cock. Nova’s warm breath spread across my lips, reminding me how close I was to losing her. One bullet and everything would’ve been gone. No more warm breath on my lips, or sweet scent of her body wash wafting up my nostrils. It would all be gone and I’d be staring at her perfect face in a morgue.

Nova grumbled and nuzzled into me.

“I got youGattina,” I kissed the top of her head and sucked in as much of her sweet scent as I could. “I got you.”

No one was going to take her away from me. Not Simon. Not her fucking brother. No one. Novalee Ford was mine.

Something snapped inside my mind.

Suddenly, feeling Nova next to me wasn’t enough. None of it was. Not the knowledge that my name was carved into her skin, or that I was the only man she had ever felt. I needed more. I needed to satisfy the primitive feral need that was burning through my veins.

Nova grumbled when I ripped the blanket off us. Then she whimpered when I pulled away and sat up. But she didn’t wake up. She couldn’t. My father gave her some pills when we got back to the house, so she was trapped in whatever dream had her brows furrowing. I didn’t care about her unconscious state. In fact I preferred it this way.

The way Nova looked, laying there in nothing but my shirt and pair of panties was fucking delicious. She was sweet, vulnerable, and mine for the taking. Oh, and I planned on taking. I was going to take my time and kiss every inch of her body. I wanted to run my tongue over her skin until she was the only thing I could taste. And I started with her feet.

I pressed my lips to the tips of each individual toe, then worked my way up one calf, down the other, and back up again. I kissed her skin, laved my tongue up her thigh, sunk my teeth into her flesh and growled as the flavor of her blood tinted my mouth.

Nova winced and muttered something. Even in her sleep she tried to fight me. But she couldn’t stop me. Not until I’d had my fill.

“That’s right,Gattina,” I hooked my hands in her panties, ripped them off her hips, and tossed the torn fabric on the floor. “You’re all mine.”

I smirked at the frown tugging on her lips when I grabbed her thighs and spread her legs. The sight of her pretty pink pussy glistening in the moonlight had my mouth watering. I practically groaned when I leaned down and sucked in a deep inhale. The scent of her arousal was intoxicating and made me hate the boxer briefs separating me from her.

Those were next to go. My cock jutted out as I striped those off and tossed them over my shoulder. That wasn’t enough. There was still something between us. The shirt Nova was wearing.

The sound of fabric tearing filled the air as I reached down, grabbed the collar, and tore it in half. Her firm breasts with those tempting pink nipples pressed up as she arched her back and absently slapped the air. Her useless fight was so adorable that I couldn’t help but reach out to pinch one of the nipples between my thumb and forefinger.

The wince and grimace that followed had my cock aching to be inside her. But not yet. I wanted to play a little first.

Lifting up to my knees, I loomed over my prey and jerked myself while my other hand roamed over her torso, and up to her face. I slipped my finger into her mouth and pressed down on her tongue.

My eyes closed as I imagined that it was her lips wrapped around my cock instead of my hand. I wanted to feel her mouth again, but that was a dangerous game to play when she was asleep. Her sharp little teeth nipped my finger more than one. But that didn’t mean I couldn’t have a taste of her.

Lowering down to sit, I slid my hands under her, dug my fingers into her ass, and lifted Nova’s hips off the bed. Then I buried my face between her thighs. Her pussy was fucking delicious. She tasted like honey. I could devour this shit all day.

I bit her clit, sucked her delicate pink flesh, and fucked her with my tongue until Nova’s unconscious body gave in and shuttered with an orgasm.

Then, I couldn’t take it anymore.

Raising to my knees, I shuffled forward and pressed my cock to her opening. There was nothing more beautiful than watching her pussy struggle to stretch around my girth.

“Come on, Baby, let me in.”

Gritting my teeth, I pulled her down on my length, and let out a groan while her walls fluttered around me.

“You’re so fucking tight,Gattina,” I hissed while slowly working my way inside her. “We need to break this pussy in, this slow shit is killing me.” My muscles tensed as I snapped my hips forward and forced her pussy to take my cock.

Nova groaned and wriggled, causing her hips to angle up and suck me in deeper.

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