Page 69 of When Hearts Remember

It’s like coming home.

Our kiss turns harried. Messy. Uncoordinated. She unbuttons my sky-blue shirt while I wrench up and toss away her tank top. I haul her to me and spin around, backing her to the closest wall, needing to feel her softness pressed up against my body.

“Mine,” I murmur against her lips as I unhook her bra and drop it on the floor.

She grips my hair and arches her back against the wall, offering me her perfect teardrop tits.

“Fuck me.” I close my mouth over her pebbled nipple, laving the hard, distended tip.

A cry reverberates from her mouth, and I slam my hand over her lips. “You want them to hear us, Nova?”

Somehow, the idea of someone barging in and finding my face buried in her tits, her eyes glazed over in passion, has my cock hardening to full mast.

Everyone will know she’s mine then.

I’m going insane. The possession. The obsession. All things I never thought I’d feel for anyone.

Perhaps I was saving these emotions for her.

“Ethan.” She gasps as I rake my teeth up the slender column of her neck before swiping my tongue around her pulse. “Y-You said I was a teen—”

“I was an idiot. The moment I saw him leering at you, I wanted to kill him on the spot.” I nibble her earlobe and she rewards me by curling her legs around my waist and urging me on.

Plucking her nipple, I spend the next few seconds worshipping her other breast—biting it, teasing it, nipping it until the tip is all red and pointy.

All for me.

Alexis’s whimpers are muffled against my hand as I work her pants off her legs and throw them behind me.

With a grunt, I hoist her up and place her legs over my shoulders and take in a deep inhale—her heady arousal giving me another shot of the most potent drug.

Looking up, I find her gazing dreamily at me, her lips swollen, tits heaving, those damn fucking nipples still beaded like the tips of erasers, begging me to play with them some more.

But I have more important things to focus on.

“Stay quiet, Nova. Wouldn’t want Liam barging in and finding out his best friend is fucking his sister.”

Her eyes darken—my little sweetheart has an exhibitionist side to her. When she’s older, Ishouldtake her to the Rose floors inside The Orchid and explore with her. I never wanted to visit before, but with her, the idea suddenly seems appealing.

Adjusting her so she’s stable against the wall, I dip my nose against the damp scrap of lace between her legs.

“Baby, you’re soaked.” I nibble her clit and she whimpers. She quickly clasps her hand over her mouth.

“Good girl. Stay quiet, okay?” With that, I tug the cloth aside and deliver a swipe from the top to the bottom of her swollen lips.

More muffled cries echo in the room as she gyrates her hips against my face.

She needs this.Satisfaction roars through me.

She needs the pleasure only I can give.

“Yes, Nova. Move that pussy over my face. Suffocate me. Drench me with your juices. Make yourself come.”

“Ethan!” A strangled whisper slips out of her and she moves harder, faster, her legs locking around my neck almost to the point of cutting off my oxygen supply.

Dots appear in my vision but I eat her out harder, faster, tasting her sweetness, the drug that is her, inhaling her unique scent, surrounding myself with everything that’s her.

My lungs are starved of oxygen, and her legs tighten some more. She’s trembling all over—her sweet moans and cries urging me on. Using the last of my strength, I slide my hand between us and insert one finger into her sopping entrance.

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