Chapter 49: What a Man. (3)
[AN: Music Recommendation: El Mar by Hermanos Gutiérrez.]
Nova’s chin lifted as Yoa’s lips lowered to hers. The touch was so soft and warm, drawing a sigh from her lips. She melted into it, lost in his spice and coconut scent that invigorated her senses and making her yield to him completely.
Yoa’s hands trembled slightly, and he slid them into her hair, gently and carefully, like she was a porcelain doll or glass about to break. When Nova’s hands pressed against his chest, her lips quirked into the softest of smiles against his to the sound of his reverberating growl. He was holding back.
The atmosphere was charged between them, their bodies restless yet they kissed longingly, their bodies gentle against one another, unlike the few times they’d kissed before. It was different, sweet with an underlying sense of what was yet to come. There was undercurrent of hunger that had yet to be satiated.
"Don’t hold back," Nova urged against his lips, nibbling his lower lip gently, stirring him on.
Yoa’s teeth pulled her bottom one between hers, his eyes clenching shut as he refrained from giving into his beastly urges. His voice was husky as he breathed out, golden eyes blazing into hers. "We have all day and night. I’m going to take my sweet time with my sweet, tempting little mouse."
Day and night. Nova’s legs clenched in response, her fingers pressing into his chest harder. Yoa smirked, trailing those sensual lips that could be her absolute undoing along her jawline, lowering down her neck in a slow, seductive caress. Her pulse quickened beneath his tongue and mouth, where he kissed, trailing lower to her collarbone.
He stared at the spot, those golden-red eyes glimmering. His hands slid down her arms reverently before he pulled her into a firm embrace, his face pressing into the crook of her neck as he inhaled deeply and lifted her against him. She clung to him, her heart racing, her arms curling around the back of his head, fingers sliding into his thick locks. It was utter madness how connected she felt to this man in that simple gesture.
Yoa’s feet padded along the wooden floors and animal hides as he carried Nova, his head pulling back to gaze up at her like she was the most enchanting thing he’d ever laid eyes on. Those molten eyes burned into hers with such warmth and passion that the breath escaped Nova’s lips, and she couldn’t look away. She’d never felt so... beautiful before.
Yes, yes, the independent woman in her would say—why depend on a man to make you feel beautiful? You should love yourself and blah blah blah—she doesn’t know anything. Shut up, modern-day Nova! Who wouldn’t want a man like Yoa, this epitome of a wild, untamed man with such strong, rugged features and solid body, to make them feel like the most enticing woman in the room?
Yoa laid her down on more soft cushions. Her gaze was on him, but she could see the open space in her peripheral vision. This part of the treehouse was open, like the first tier. She could see some of the treetops blending in the background, along with the clear blue skies and the radiant sun beaming down on them, golden light pouring over the curves of his muscles.