Chapter 90: The Cave of Wonder (1)
Nova swallowed, feeling rather parched. "Oh... there’s not much to it..." She breathed out, eyes rolling back and closed as his teeth nipped at her tender flesh, sending sparks of heat down her spine. "We... erm... sit inside... and-"
Yoa paused, rearing back slightly. "Inside the beast? You sit inside it?" He stared off, eyes wide. It was actually adorable to see. He looked rather childlike, like a kid seeing candy for the first time.
"You make it sound magical." Nova shook her head with a soft laugh. "Believe me, this island and its people are magical. Not an aeroplane."
"Air-o-plane..." Yoa repeated the strange term. Then purred into the side of Nova’s neck, nipping and sucking, inciting a soft gasp from her. "Anything you tell me, anything to do with you, will always interest me."
His lips trailed across her jaw, his hair acting as a curtain, falling onto one of her cheeks, as his lips sought hers. A low groan rumbled from his chest as he pressed firmer into her, hands gripping her skin tightly. She could feel his arousal digging into her stomach, the cloth barely covering the size of him.
Slowly, their hips began to grind, heated breaths mingling as their tongues tangled and teeth tugged playfully at each other’s lips. Nova couldn’t help herself, chasing the thrill and the desire coiling tighter in her lower belly with every touch. Her hands gripped his hair as she kissed him like she’d die if she didn’t.
Her lips were bruising, her flesh trembling, and her muscles tightening around him. Need poured through their connection as he tried to devour everything she tried to give. Everything about Yoa was all-consuming, setting a fire burning within her and stoking it out of control.
Yoa hissed suddenly. Nova gasped, jolting back. She’d accidentally kneed him in the side that was still healing. It broke their heated moment, especially from the pain that flashed across his eyes. A pain he tried to quickly conceal, he reached out to her again, his desire evident as he nudged his hips into hers with a heated look.
Nova knew better than to continue. He might be some warrior god, built like a lumberjack on steroids times ten with amazing hair that would do well on a herbal essence advert, but she’d kneed him in his wound, and he was in pain. Guilt ricocheted through her at the reminder of how he’d been injured and by who.
Slowly, she sat back, and his hands trailed down her sides with lingering reluctance. His gaze stayed fixed on her, dark and wanting, before he let out a low, defeated breath. Wounded or not, it wasn’t just the pain that bothered him. It was being held back, unable to claim what his body ached for.