Page 164 of In Death, Love Survives
There, in script writing, is the saying that reminds me so much of her, of us.
“What’s it mean?”
Her fingers trail over it slightly, not enough to hurt in any way.
“It says ‘Etiam in morte, superest amor.’ Which means ‘In death, love survives.’ It’s how I feel about us.”
“Even beyond this life, our love will last.” Her hand stills as she looks back at me.
“That’s how I feel about this love.”
She smiles widely.
“I never saw you coming.”
“I’m glad you opened yourself up to me.”
“Thank you for loving me the way you do, Wolfe. I’ll always be grateful for you taking the chance on me as well.”
“You’re the one who had to come to the dark,” I tease.
“I’ll gladly stay here in this lifetime and the next if it means we’re together.”
“Forever.”
She closes up the bandage as gently as possible.
“Lean back,” she commands.
I lie down on the bed while she still straddles my hips. Putting my hands behind my head, I wait for what she wants to do next.
One thing I’ve learned is that Nova needs control, both in learning to trust me during our dynamics and whenever she’s trying to take charge. I want her to feel safe and secure always, in whatever way that needs to happen.
Nova starts to caress my chest, all around the bandage. She’s being careful not to touch it, always caring about my well-being.
She glances over to the door and then back to me with a grin. For a moment, she pops off me and quickly discards her clothes first before pulling off my shoes, pants, and boxers. We’re both naked and on display for each other.
Nova crawls back onto me and hovers over my erect cock.
“Always hard for me,” she murmurs.
“How could I not be? When I get this gorgeous angel.”
She blushes into her shoulder before adjusting her hips.
Slowly, she braces herself on my chest and lowers herself onto my cock. The warmth and tightness will never get old. As she tries to sink fully onto it, she winces as she adjusts.
“Take your time, angel.”
Nova moans as she shuts her eyes and fully sits on top of my cock. It takes her a few moments before she begins gently rocking.
“That’s it, beautiful.”
Her tits begin bouncing as she finds a steady rhythm. My hands go to her hips to help her ride. With each thrust she gives me, I pull at her, and it’s the perfect pace.
We’re fucking connecting like we’re both secure in our relationship.
“Wolfe, I love the way you feel inside of me,” she says breathily.
