Chapter 48: What a Man. (2)
Nova’s heart skyrocketed at the simplest touch of Yoa’s hand enveloping hers. He walked her around the other side of the tree trunk, where he folded out a camouflaged door. Nova’s mouth gaped as she saw a hidden entrance, dark and warm, energy thrumming inside the colossal trunk. The light from outside the trunk revealed a spiral staircase, the slabs smoothly carved.
"You made this?" Nova asked again in a whisper. She couldn’t stop asking. It was just another reason he was absurdly attractive, even without the ridiculous good looks and the stone-carved muscles, which usually only existed with the help of steroids... or in the fantasies written by every woman’s favourite author.
Yoa slouched slightly so the top of his nose pressed into the crown of her head, inhaling her scent deeply. He couldn’t stay far from her, especially when she was at his home, her scent now mixing into his here. It was such a heady mix that he had to refrain from pinning her against the tree and taking her then and there like a savage.
Nova was so delicate, though. He couldn’t dare mark up that beautiful, smooth skin. No, not mark up, but a little mark near her collarbone was very tempting.
"Yoa?" Nova’s head tilted up slightly, gaining his attention. There was amusement in her voice, like she knew exactly what he’d been thinking—most likely from how his arms had encircled her tiny waist and his nose wouldn’t leave her hair.
"Mmm, yes," he purred into her skin, mouth lowering down the back of her neck. Her smell was stronger here, and he couldn’t stop the beast inside him from licking her skin and closing his eyes.
Nova gasped softly, her breath shuddering, body melting further into him. "S-show me the next floor?" She managed to say through the fog of her consuming lust for this man.
"Mmm." His hot breath against her skin sparked a heat deep in her core. The low, rumbling purr of his voice made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up— not from fear but from how acutely aware she was of his body pressed against hers. It charged her like electricity, like lightning flashing through her veins.
Nova’s eyes closed to one of his hands slipping down her thigh. She bit her lip, waiting for him to hitch her skirt up and continue what they started earlier. They were alone now. There was no one to disturb them.