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The grays in his eyes appear almost silver under the daylight as he advances toward me.

He looks like the god of war, demanding retribution, the anger and lust sizzling off his body.

“Y-You heard me.” I’m breathless, my skin is on fire, and he hasn’t even touched me yet.

My back hits the windows and I swallow, watching him close in on me.

I wet my lips, and his eyes drop to the movement, his pupils flaring.

He braces his arms at the sides of my head, caging me against the windows.

A strangled gasp slips out of my lips when he presses his body on mine, letting me feel every hard inch of him.

How large he is. How strong he is.

How he can bend and break me oh so easily if he wants to.

Wetness seeps through my panties, and I clench my thighs.

Ethan brushes his lips against the curve of my ear.

A barely there caress, but I feel it straight in my clit.

A whimper floats out of me.

“What did you just say?” His breathing is labored.

“You’re going to fuck him? Give him these rosy lips and needy sounds? Let him touch you? Kiss you? Fuck you because you’re practically begging for it?”

My mind swirls and I arch my head back, baring my neck to him.

Kiss me, Ethan. Kiss me.

I only want you.

I feel the last vestiges of restraint, the honorable Ethan Anderson still holding on, trying to keep his vow to my brother ever since he found out who I was at the library.

The sensitive Delaney who’s afraid of hurting me because he thinks he doesn’t know how to love.

Can’t he see how much love he has to give?

How in trying to keep me safe, honor his promise to my brother, and prove himself to the world—to his family—he’s doing it all because he loves too hard?

He shakes against me.

I should feel suffocated.

Panicked. I should want to escape.

But I don’t.

I want him to burn me alive.

I want him to choose me .

“Kiss me, Ethan.” I rub my body against his, the friction of our clothes lighting my nipples and pussy on fire.

I came close to having sex a few times before, but it never felt right.

But now, at this moment, I know I want my first time to be with him.

Bucking underneath him, I whimper, needing more.

Needing everything.

A growl rumbles from his throat, his labored breaths driving me on.

My body is on fire and I can’t help but gyrate harder, needing more friction, needing the clothes between us to disappear.

“Fuck,” he rasps. “Fuck it all.”

Ethan bears down, his hard, jean-clad cock burrowing against my panties.

Stars appear behind my eyes.

He captures my lips with his, and with one hand, he yanks up the hem of my sweater dress to my waist and hoists my legs around him.

He snaps his hips, humping me through our clothes, dragging that cock deliciously up and down my damp underwear.

A tortuous rhythm.

“Ethan,” I moan.

My clit is throbbing, pulsing.

I’m sure I’m leaking all over his pants, but I don’t care.

I’ve never felt like this—so out of control.

I meet him thrust for thrust, needing to reach that cliff so I can throw myself off it with him in my arms. I grip the soft strands of his hair before clawing his back.

He hisses and his tongue invades my mouth, and the world turns hazy.

Off. I need everything off.

I need to feel him pressed up against me with nothing separating us.

He understands what I can’t say in words, and with a grunt, he perches me on the windowsill so my chest is at his eye level.

Breaking apart for air, he stares at me, his hair mussed, a deep flush on his face.

His eyes are dark—so dark I can barely see the irises.

He looks feral, his gaze bouncing between my eyes, my parted lips, then to my chest.

Another growl rips out from him.

I look down, finding my neckline already tugged past my shoulders, baring one lace covered breast. My nipples are as hard as diamonds and poking out of the thin material, saluting him.

My skin heats, and I want to duck away from his intense gaze.

I’m overwhelmed with lust, love, anger, anything and everything toward this man.

His breathing falters, his hands trembling as they tug down my dress, then the straps of my bra.

He grazes my arms—the light touch sending shivers down my body.

Soon, my tits are bared.

They’re heavy, swollen, the tips sensitive.

Ethan’s eyes are glued to my tits—each ragged exhale causing them to jiggle.

He dips his tongue out, like he’s imagining how they’d taste.

Take me, Ethan. Choose me.

Slowly, with shaking hands, I cup my tits and pinch my hardened nipples.

A sultry moan slips out.

My thighs clench, unable to relieve the burgeoning ache gathering in my pussy.

“Nova, fuck,” he rasps.

He swivels his hips in that tortuous rhythm, each glide more desperate than the one before, like nothing in the world could stop him from reaching me.

With his forehead resting on mine, our breaths mingle with every graze of my nipples against his shirt .

He’s not touching me with his hands, but I feel him everywhere.

We’re reaching the point of no return.

One tiny shove…that’s all it’ll take.

Choose me.

Ethan lifts his head up, our eyes catching.

I see my reflection in those dark, mesmerizing pools.

“Who’s your keeper?” he whispers.

“You.” There’s only one answer.

“You, Ethan. Always you. My north star.”

An unsteady inhale from me or him, I don’t know.

My lungs have forgotten how to work.

Then he leaps off the tightrope, tugging me with him.

With one hand, he yanks off his shirt, baring his lean but strong muscles.

After hoisting me into his arms, he kisses the ever living daylights out of me.

Our mouths duel—offense, defense, match point, rematch.

I bite him; he returns the favor with a soft nip and suckle.

He grips my ass, his fingers sliding underneath the thong I have on, and I let out a strangled mewl.

“So wet, Nova. You’re so fucking wet.”

Whimpering, I take his lips with mine again.

Before I know it, he tosses me onto my queen-sized bed, his fingers shaking when he unbuttons his jeans, then kicks off his pants and underwear.

My eyes widen when I take in his pulsing shaft curling against his toned stomach.

A thick vein curves around the underside and the tip is deep pink, pre-cum glistening on it.

How’s that thing going to fit inside me?

My heart ricochets inside my chest as my eyes remain riveted on his hard shaft.

It’ll fit. Because we’re made for each other.

With trembling fingers, I slide down my thong and throw it on the floor.

Ethan’s eyes dart to the trimmed patch of red curls between my legs as he slowly crawls above me on the bed .

“You’re beautiful, Lexy. The supernova in my universe.” His eyes widen—in shock, awe, a combination—I don’t know.

“We are a match made in heaven then.” My breath stutters when he settles his hard cock between my parted thighs.

“The north star and his supernova.”

His lips curve into a wide smile and he slowly links his fingers with mine before placing them next to my head.

Every inch of me is plastered against him—my breasts to his hard pecs, my legs curled around his waist. He grips my hands like a lifeline, promising he won’t ever let go.

His warm tip notches at my entrance.

“I’m clear, Lexy.” His jaw works.

Shit. I didn’t even remember about the condom.

Ethan holds my stare, his eyes whispering poetry I can feel.

The awe, the passion, the aching want.

“I’m clear too. And I’m on the pill.”

His eyes flare and his tip dips inside me.

My muscles tense up—nerves and anticipation loading my senses.

My first time—it’s significant.

For me and for him.

“Are you sure?” I ask, knowing this is going against his vow to my brother, which he takes seriously.

“I don’t think I can ever stay away from you, Lexy. I was a lost cause the moment I read your first entry.” He presses a soft kiss on my lips.

“Maybe I’ll rot in hell for this. Liam will definitely kill me when he finds out, but…I can’t deny this anymore. I’m going out of my fucking mind trying to stay away from you.”

There’s a determined glint in his eyes, a surety in his voice.

“It’s always been you, Nova. If my world burned around me, the only thing I’d want to save, the only person I’d want by my side…would be you.”

Tears spring into my eyes and I return his heartfelt words with a wobbly smile.

He chose me .

His face blurs in my vision as he leans in and kisses my tears away.

Then, he trails his lips down my neck, suckling my throat before moving to my collarbone, then to my breast.

“So fucking beautiful,” he whispers reverently, then captures a nipple into his mouth.

Fireworks light behind my eyes, each dragging pull from his lips a direct pinch to my clit.

His tongue alternates from sensual swipes to teasing flicks, which, combining with his tip inside me, are sending me off into the stratosphere.

He chases away the remaining nervousness inside me, leaving me starving for more.

I gyrate my hips, urging him on.

Wetness seeps out of me as he quickens his shallow thrusts, his cock dragging over my clit, my swollen folds, to my entrance, teasing it, before gliding back up.

Torture. I’m going to die from torture.

He works my other breast while his finger grazes my clit.

“Ethan!” I nearly careen off the bed when he pinches the swollen nub to the rhythm of his thrusting.

The opening of my pussy pulses, wetness seeping out.

“I need you. P-Please!”

He grunts, his breathing sounding heavier with each passing second.

Then, he once again perches his thick tip at my opening.

Holding my hands, he stares into my eyes.

“You sure?”

I nod.

“Yes. A million times. Yes.” I’ve never been more sure of anything.

He thrusts in with one stroke.

I cry out as a sharp pain spears through me, stealing my breath.

Ethan freezes, his muscles coiling with tension.

Shocked eyes meet mine as tears roll down my face.

“Y-You…You’re…”

He’s at a loss for words.

Smiling, I lift my head and kiss him softly.

“ A virgin. Yes.”

A strangled growl rumbles in his throat, his cock twitching inside me.

He likes that he’s my first. I like that he’s my first.

“How? Your ex…how?”

“It never seemed right. I never wanted to do it with him. It caused problems.”

His lips part, his eyes flaring—wonder, awe, gratefulness.

Slowly, he kisses me—his lips gentle, like he’s trying to soothe away the pain with his mouth.

“I’m going to make this good for you. So good for you.” He gently withdraws and I hiss, the sensations foreign but not so painful anymore.

Unlinking one of our hands, he dips it back between us, his fingers circling my clit as he gently glides back inside me.

Sharp pleasure reignites between my legs, the pain gradually fading away.

His hips move faster, his cock sliding almost out before he thrusts back into the hilt.

It hits my clit at the precise angle.

The sparks reignite into a fire and I meet him thrust for thrust, chasing the high, feeling the pressure climb rapidly.

“Fuck. So good. You’re so tight, Nova. Are you okay?” His words come out in rough grunts.

“Yes. Oh my God. More. Yes!” He moves harder, one hand squeezing my fingers to the point of pain, the other hand quickening between my legs, his fingers alternating between plucking, flicking, and circling my clit.

Black dots appear behind my vision.

Every inch of me is on fire.

The sensations are overwhelming—his fingers on my swollen clit, his cock tunneling in and out of me in quick snaps.

Moans and whimpers join the sounds of skin slapping against skin, and I realize those horny sounds are coming from me.

He grunts, his mouth devouring mine, and he drags his thick cock so it hits a spot deep inside that makes me see stars.

A cry forms at my chest and moves up my throat.

A different burn appears between my legs where we’re joined .

“Yes, Nova. You’re clenching me so tightly. Shit. I can’t hold on.” Ethan flicks my clit harder, his movements desperate, like sending me to oblivion is his sole purpose in life.

Every atom in my body is focused on the explosion gathering at my core.

“Come. Come around my cock, little hummingbird.”

“Ethan!” I detonate.

My vision blanks and I arch back, my legs shaking, the earth-shattering orgasm blasting through my body, frying my nerves.

Waves of unending pleasure roll through me.

I can’t think. I can’t speak.

I can’t breathe. All I can do is shudder under him as he plows inside me faster and harder.

I open my eyes, my vision partially returning, and take in the sweat dotting his forehead, his wavy hair covering one brow.

His eyes are molten silver, and I see the moment he reaches his breaking point.

Ethan throws his head back and bares his teeth, his corded throat rippling.

His growl echoes in the room.

His cock thickens and throbs, and a hot gush of cum singes my insides, sending tiny pinpricks of aftershocks through my body.

I moan as he continues his sensuous torture, his hips swiveling, dragging out every ounce of pleasure.

Ethan collapses on top of me, his heavy weight reassuring.

Our labored breathing echoes our thundering heartbeats.

“My beautiful, sweet Nova. My hummingbird.” He presses a soft kiss on my neck before he lifts his head.

I blink drowsily at him, finding his gaze soft and filled with love.

Slowly, he drags his index finger down the bridge of my nose and my heart flutters.

The caress of love and reverence.

“My keeper,” I whisper, and he smiles, his dimples showing.

“My unforgettable dreamer.”