Page 68 of The Puck Secret

The fire that's burning deep in the pits of my stomach, pushing me towards the edge of relief, starts to fall away. Shaking my head, I urge him not to stop. “More, Nova, please, I need more.”

“That’s it, Princess, good girl” he groans, lashing his tongue against my puckered nipple. “Beg me, plead with me to make this desperate little cunt all mine.” He pairs his last word with his teeth sinking into my tight bud, sucking and pulling until I am writhing against him and desperate to come.

“It’s already yours,” I tell him, making his eyes snap up to mine. “All yours, Nova,” I add, clenching around him, as his cock thrusts deep inside of me.

His forehead drops to mine, our stares locked as he picks up the pace and starts to fuck me harder and harder. “So fucking beautiful,” he murmurs against my lips, capturing them in a kiss so blistering that I feel like my entire body is on fire in his hold. Flames lick at every inch of my skin, every part of me teetering on the edge of explosion as his fingers tighten around my throat, cutting off my air.

“Oh god,” I whimper, my words muffled within his hold, and the smile he gives me I wish I could lock away forever. He’s mine, Nova Darkmore is mine, he’s here, with me, coming undone, for me. The thought has me spiraling, falling off the edge so fast and deep that I’m pretty sure I wake the entire house up with my screams. “I’m coming, Nova, I’m coming.”

And I was, my pussy was clamped around his cock and with every snap of his hips, his groin smacked against my clit in the most perfect way until I was breaking apart completely. “Fuck,” he curses on a long groan, snapping his hips even faster. “Baby, slow down or I am going to come.”

I don’t listen, I can’t, I am too far gone, too lost in the tornado that is Nova Darkmore and the fact that he is mine, that he loves me. “Oh god,” I cry out again, my entire body trembling in his arms, as his cock continues to find that perfect spot with every thrust.

Then he becomes a savage, squeezing my throat and fucking my pussy until he is falling over the edge with me on a long groan. Pumping his hips into me until his cum is spilling deep inside of me, claiming me as his and only his.

The shower continues to pound down onto us, covering our bodies and washing away the sins we now share, but all I can do is look at him, watch him catch his breath and come back to me. Then he is kissing me again, softer this time, our lips moving as one as his half-hard cock slowly pumps in and out of me, spreading his cum down my thighs.

“I love you, Maddie,” he sighs against my mouth, wrapping me around him tighter, if that’s even possible, and I smile.

“I love you too, Nova.”

We let our admission hang in the air, and then he silently slips out of me and proceeds to soap up his hands and wash every inch of my body, before I return the favor on him. Once we have rinsed off, he steps out of the shower first, grabbing a towel and turning towards me. “I will leave you some fresh clothes to sleep in on the bed, I just need to go update Arch on my mom.”

I’m smiling so hard my cheeks hurt at how he can go from powerful and brutal, to soft and kind in a matter of seconds. Fucking me, owning me, and then checking in on his friend and caring for me. I watch him leave and then stay in the shower a couple of minutes longer, letting the warm heat engulf me until my skin is pruned.

When I step out and wrap a towel around me, returning to his room, the only thing I find tossed on his bed is one of his jerseys. I look around for something else, but come up empty. There is only his jersey.His jersey and nothing else. The smile returns to my face as I dry myself off and shake my head at him. Of course he only left his jersey.

By the time he returns, he is holding up two sandwiches and two bottles of water, and his eyes instantly drink me in as I sit with my legs crossed in the middle of his bed wearing only his jersey. With his eyes still on me as he stalks across the room and joins me, I pull at the hem of the jersey and say, “You said clothes.”

All he does is shrug. “You don’t need anything else,” is all he replies, and when I don’t say anything he adds with a smirk, “My girl always wears my jersey.”

Stealing any response from me, I just smile, taking the sandwich and water from him and thanking him, as I power on my phone and quickly shoot off a message to Hallie letting her know where I am. I promptly ignore all the other messages that start pouring in from both her, Josh, and then of course my parents, and then I quickly turn it back off again.

By the time Nova is turning off the light, the weight of everything that has happened today truly hits me, and I feel afraid to even let him close to me. Not that Nova lets it deter him, when I roll onto my side away from him, all he does is wrap his arm around my stomach and pull me against him, curving his body around mine.

In his hold I don’t feel so afraid, in fact, I feel anything but. I feel safe, I feel wanted, I feel free. I feel completely and utterly like myself. And that’s the last thing I remember before I fall asleep in his arms, just like it was always meant to be.

Heat engulfs me and it takes a few seconds for me to remember where I am, and to remember what happened yesterday. I’m at Nova’s, in his bed, in his arms. He loves me, like I love him, and maybe by some miracle we will be able to make this thing between us work. I’m not sure what repercussions Brad will face, or what my father will want to do about them, but right now I am in heaven and I won’t let anyone ruin that.

I shift in Nova’s hold, making him stir, and barely a moment passes before he sleepily grumbles, “If you try to leave without saying goodbye again, I’m will fuck you so hard that you won’t even be able to walk.”

His delicious threat makes me shiver, even with the heat of his bare skin against me, and it makes him pull me in even closer as he buries his nose into my hair and inhales. “As tempting as that sounds,” I start with a smile. “I was hoping for some food before we go back to fucking.”

That has his attention, his head rising from where it’s buried in my neck as his eyes slowly blink open. “Are you hungry, baby? What do you need?” There isn’t a sexual edge to his words, he is completely serious, but as his morning erection presses against my hip, I can’t help but feel my other appetite wake up.

“Now that you mention it, maybe fucking until I can’t walk should take precedence.” I turn in his hold, pressing myself against him in search of friction and he laughs.

“My girl is horny in the mornings, I will have to remember that,” he replies with a cheeky smile, but to my dismay, he rolls his body off of mine and moves towards the end of the bed.

“Where are you going?” I grumble, annoyed that he isn’t already ravishing me.

He laughs again. “To get my girl some food,” he shrugs causally, as if he has no idea the effect he has on me. “Are you coming?” he asks, turning towards me as he tosses me a pair of his boxer shorts that apparently he didn’t have on hand last night.

“Clearly not,” I grumble under my breath, taking the shorts from him and slipping them on, and all he does is laugh at my bad mood.

When I try to stomp away from him to head downstairs, he catches me, pressing me forward into his bedroom door and bringing his mouth to my ear, as his hand slips beneath the boxers I am wearing, and cupping my entire pussy. “Don’t worry, Princess, after you’ve eaten and refueled, it will be my turn.” He swipes his fingers up and down my slit, making my entire body come alive as he coats them in my juices. Again to my dismay he pulls away far too quickly, and when I turn to flip him off, he is sinking his coated fingers into his mouth. “And trust me when I say, I am completely famished.”

The blush lights me up from the inside out, making him laugh, as he spins me around once more and leads us downstairs to the kitchen. To my surprise, the rest of the house is already awake. Archer and Alexander are both drinking coffee at the breakfast bar, and Jake is sitting on the sofa with his girlfriend. All of them look our way as we enter, and from the shit-eating grin across Archer’s face, I’m sure he already gave them a play by play of our reunion.

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