Page 155 of When Hearts Remember

I hoist her up and carry her to the main bedroom before dropping her on the bed.

She’s a seductress—her fiery hair fanned across the white bedding, her heavy tits shaking with each breath she takes. The way she looks at me, her pupils dilated, like I hold her universe in my hands.

A lost girl with a guy trying to prove himself—a love story that began in a hidden library. Maybe it has to end there, but it’ll be fine.

Because we’ll just write another one.

She might not remember the most beautiful years of my life, but I’m going to create the best years for us in the future.

That will have to be okay.

Ignoring the ache in my chest, I shed my jacket and shirt. Her lips part and her tongue dips out as I step out of my pants and underwear before gripping my thick cock.

“You’ve been warned,” I growl. “I intend toworkyou hard, so every time you walk and feel the ache between your legs, you’ll remember who put it there. I have a decade’s worth of pent up energy and I’m going to use it all. Every. Single. Drop.”

She swallows, her legs parting, revealing her glistening slit.

I crawl above her. “Look at that tight little pussy. It’s pulsing for me already.” I bite her earlobe and she shrieks, then I lave it with my tongue.

I do the same to her neck, then the tops of her swollen breasts. Sucking, nibbling, tasting, licking, making my little Nova writhe below me, desperate for release.

“I love my marks on you.”

My cock twitches when I admire my handiwork—every mark is my signature.

Mine. This woman is mine.

Pre-cum drips out of me, making a mess on her stomach, but I don’t care. I’m a bottomless well of lust and love right now.

Grabbing her tits, I roll her nipples and flick at the hardened tips. Then I press them together and bury my face in her swells, taking both buds into my mouth at the same time.

“Ethan,” she moans, her back arching as I suck her sweet tits, my hips gyrating, dragging my dick against her body, marking her with my pre-cum.

I’m so fucking hard, I can burst.

Moving down, I kiss her stomach before parting her legs and pinning it to the bed.

“Look at you lying there, your fucking tits heaving, your rosy nipples pointing at me, begging me to suck them. Fuck, you make me so hard.” I tug my dick, watching as more liquid drips down the length.

“But there’s one place I want to taste—because I’ve been salivating for it.”

I blow on her wet slit and she shudders. “This pretty little pink pussy.” Groaning, I lick it from top to bottom and she screams, thrashing on the bed.

What a beautiful sound. I want to hear that every morning, every night as I invent a thousand and one ways to make her cry as she comes around me.

“Too sensitive, oh shit.” She tries to wiggle away, but I pin her down.

“No way, my little hummingbird. You’re going to let me feast.” I dive in and suckle her swollen clit, nipping, licking, swirling it, then dragging my tongue to her sopping entrance, tasting her nectar—honey, lavender, an addictive sweetness making me drunk.

“So fucking delicious. I could drink this all day.” I tease more wetness out of her before lapping it up.

“Yes, please, oh fuck, please, yes,” she chants, gripping my hair and pulling it to the point of pain.

I insert a finger inside her and grunt as she sucks me in, gripping me like it’s my cock.

“So tight, Nova. Your pussy needs me. You’re going to drive me out of my mind.”

A burning heat ignites at the base of my spine and licks its way up my body, my balls heavy and drawing up, ready to detonate.

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