Page 62 of Created in Chaos

Things got a little easier then, because if I know anything, it’s that Lucian Morningstar will always come out on top, no matter the circumstance, and I’m choosing to trust that I will as well because of him and Nox.

The next morning, as I’m stepping out of the shower, my phone buzzes.

Cadieux Alert System: Classes and all extracurricular activities are canceled today. Please check your student portal for further updates. Students and staff will not be permitted on the island. All traffic is restricted. Have a great day.

I poke my head out the door to see if either of the guys received the same message. Nox is absently toying with the black ring in his nostril while holding his phone with his other hand.

“Did you get the message?”

“Yeah.” His voice is thick with sleep as he tosses his cell onto the bed. I’m not sure where Lucian is. He wanted to shower with me, but I shut him down because I knew he would make me late, yet he’s nowhere in sight now.

“What do you think it’s about?” I already have an idea, but I still ask.

“A waste of time. Come back to bed, since you don’t have class.” He tosses the covers back, revealing his naked, toned body. I could stare at him for hours, and I bet I’d still find new tattoos and enticing skin to explore.

I flip the bathroom light off and head straight for bed.

“Lose the towel, baby,” he instructs, placing his hands behind his head to watch my approach. I don’t have the confidence he exudes, but he makes it easy to strip myself bare and expose every inch of skin to him, scars and all.

His eyes trail down my body the second I untuck the towel from over my chest and let it hit the floor. My skin is probably all red and flushed from the heat of the shower, but at least I’m freshly shaved and my skin is soft.

Nox turns on his side, reaching for me as if he can’t wait to touch me as I kneel on the bed. His gaze is heated, but his touch is cool against my overly warm skin. A small hiss makes its way past my parted lips as I shrink away from his touch.

“Damn, Nova, how hot was the water?” He leans up to grab my arms and pull me down against him.

“A little warm,” I admit, adjusting to his chilly touch.

“I bet I know a place where you’ll be even warmer.” He brushes his lips over mine as I sink into the mattress beside him. Using only a slight pressure on the back of my thigh, Nox hooks my knee over his hip and slides his fingers up the sensitive skin of my inner thigh before placing his palm over my center. He’s definitely not wrong. I’m hot, and the idea of losing myself in him for a little while is more than appealing. I no longer feel the need to shy away from his icy touch as he adds a little pressure to his palm. I think about grinding against him, but he distracts me with a soft kiss.

He flicks my lip with his tongue, and I open my mouth, allowing him to deepen the kiss. I brush my hand through his messy hair, marveling at the way he feels against me, yet still needing him closer.

Seeming to read my thoughts, Nox slides his arm between the bed and my waist and hauls me even nearer. My chest is smashed against his, and every breath has my nipples rubbing against his skin. It’s just enough to make me want more but not enough to provide relief. Even his hand between my legs is too teasing.

My heart skips a beat when he shifts a little, and I think he’s going to slip a finger inside me or find my clit, but he leans over me instead, pushing me onto my back. I keep my knee high on his waist, but he doesn’t line our bodies up. He peppers my chin with kisses before moving down to my neck and chest instead.

My back arches off the mattress when he takes my nipple in his mouth and sucks hard, sending a wave of need through me and making my lower stomach clench. With his torso now between my legs, one of his hands comes up to toy with my other nipple, mirroring the same tugging action of his mouth, and I swear I feel myself get wetter.

Finally, when my hips start to lift to grind against him, he moves lower, kissing a path down my belly and between my legs. I groan at the first touch of his tongue against my clit. My fingers slide back into his hair, fisting his locks while he grips my ass to haul me even closer to his mouth. I never last long when they lick me, but I already feel like I’m on the edge when he pushes his tongue inside me, fucking me with his mouth.

When one hand slides up over my side and he squeezes my nipple, I release another sound of yearning I didn’t know I was capable of making before him. A quiver starts in my thighs, urging my legs to tighten around his head, but he doesn’t let up. Instead, he slides his mouth up, circling my clit before sucking on it.

The orgasm hits me hard, crashing over me and causing me to cry out his name while I palm my other breast. He doesn’t stop licking and sucking until I push his forehead away to catch my breath, and only then does he climb up my body and let me feel his hardness nestled between my thighs.

I reach between us, wrapping my fingers around him, and his eyelids lower even more. I’ve heard girls talk about controlling a guy with sex, but this isn’t what I imagined. I thought they meant how much they would give up, but I feel like I could ask Nox for anything right now and he would freely give it as long as I didn’t stop touching him, but there’s nothing I want other than him.

“I love you,” comes from my mouth before the thought to speak even registers. He falls against me a little more, nuzzling my neck with his nose and lips.

“Are you trying to get me to come before I get inside you?” He rocks into my grip.

“No, it just came out. I’m sorry.” I flex my fingers, causing his breath to catch on a shudder.

“You’re not sorry, Nova, and I don’t want you to be.” He leans back to palm my cheek and stare into my eyes. “Never be sorry.” He kisses me again, and I guide him to my entrance, but then he takes over and pushes inside me, inch by slow inch. They always feel bigger after I have an orgasm, so it takes my body several deep strokes to adjust, but the pressure is more than welcome. Every time they touch me, it’s like I’m learning something new about my body, and if I didn’t like it so much, it would be frightening, but it just makes me crave them more.

He lifts up again, hooking my knee with his elbow so my ankle is up near his ear, and his pace grows quicker as he pounds into me with deep strokes. It almost feels like it’s too much, but the second he pulls his hips back to retreat, I want the feeling of fullness back.

Our eyes are locked, and I have no idea what he sees, but I know what I see…or what I don’t. There’s no darkness in Nox’s gaze, no abyss I’m worried he’s going to get lost in. It’s just him and his savage beauty.

His head tilts back, and he groans. “Fuck, Nova, you have to quit looking at me like you’d let me wreck you.”

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