Page 47 of Your Biggest Downfall (Ravens Hockey #3)

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I’d been dreading going to my mom’s house all week.

The thought of facing her, Ledger, and their new family felt like a dark cloud hanging over me, heavy and suffocating.

It was hard to reconcile that with how everything had been with Nova—the days we’d spent together were nothing short of perfection.

I’d convinced her to take time off work, and we lost ourselves in each other, wrapped up in a blissful cocoon where the outside world didn’t exist. We barely left the bed, only emerging to eat and shower, and in those moments, it felt like nothing could touch us.

But now, reality was closing in, and I had to step back into the reality I’d been avoiding.

I had to face the inevitable—going to my mom’s house.

Nova was at work, and I hoped I could leave before she got back.

I didn’t want her to see me stressed over this.

Not only would I have to deal with whether my mom decided I was worthy enough to be part of the family again, but I also knew I’d have to break the news that Nova and I were married before the press got wind of our public marriage license.

“Fuck,” I muttered, pulling on a white linen button-down over my khaki pants.

The apartment door clicked open.

“Double fuck.”

Nova walked into our bedroom, carrying a bouquet of flowers in one hand. She looked stunning in a black spaghetti-strap ribbed dress that hugged her body perfectly, showing off every curve. Her hair was straightened and pulled into a neat bun. My heart skipped a beat.

“What’re you doing?” I asked, confusion lacing my voice. “Why did you change?” She’d left for work this morning in a suit.

Nova looked at me, her brow furrowing in confusion as she set the flowers on the dresser in the corner. “What are you talking about? I’m coming with you to your mom’s.”

Her words caught me completely off guard.

We hadn’t talked about this. I had figured I would face them alone.

My mind had been racing all day, preparing myself for the tension, the awkwardness, and the inevitable judgment.

But here she was, standing in front of me, ready to face it all with me.

It was so unexpected, and my heart clenched at the realization of how much love I felt for her—for my wife.

The thought of going through this day without her suddenly seemed impossible.

She was everything I didn’t know I needed, everything I didn’t think I deserved.

“Thank you,” I whispered, the words slipping out as I dropped to my knees in front of her.

I pushed up on the hem of her dress, needing to be closer to her, needing to show her how much she meant to me.

“Thank you,” I murmured again as I kissed up her thigh.

“You’re everything,” I whispered against her skin.

I wanted to show her how much I loved her and how much this gesture meant.

She backed up and gripped the edge of the bed. “You’ll mess up my makeup,” she murmured, her voice raspy with desire.

“I don’t care.”

“We’ll be late,” she moaned, tilting her head back as my hands gently spread her thighs apart.

“I don’t care.”

“Then you better make it quick.” Her breath hitched.

A devious smile spread across my lips as I pushed her dress up to her stomach, revealing her glistening cunt. “Already ready?” I teased her.

“Always.”

“Good,” I murmured approvingly and flicked my tongue out to taste her.

I licked up her folds until I got to her sensitive nub and flicked my tongue over her clit with purpose.

Her body arched backward as she gripped the bed for support.

She bucked into my face, demanding my mouth go deeper and faster.

I sucked harder, my lips locking around her clit as I increased the pressure, feeling her tremble beneath me.

She was loud, her moans filling the room and echoing off the walls.

She tasted incredible, her juices coating my lips and chin, and I was addicted to every drop.

She was coming undone, and I was relentless, not letting up as I continued to devour her, my mouth working her clit in a rhythm that had her writhing in pure ecstasy.

I could feel the tension building in her, the way her muscles tensed, her thighs tightening around my head as she chased the release she so desperately needed.

Her hands found their way into my hair, tugging hard as she rode the waves of pleasure.

I sucked and licked, drawing out the moment, savoring every moan, every gasp that escaped her lips.

She was lost in it, completely consumed by the sensation.

She bucked harder, pushing herself against my face, needing more, and I gave it to her, not stopping until she unraveled, her climax approaching with a force that shook us both.

Just as she was on the brink, I pulled away, my face drenched in her juices, my breath coming in ragged gasps. She let out a whimper of protest, her eyes wide with a mix of frustration and longing, but I wasn’t done with her yet.

“Lie down on your back,” I commanded.

Her movements were slow and deliberate as she stretched out on the bed. The sight of her lying there with her dress pushed up to her chest sent a jolt of raw need through me.

I looked down at her, taking in every detail—the rise and fall of her chest, the way her breasts heaved with each breath, the slickness of her thighs, still wet from where my mouth had been.

She was perfect, absolutely perfect, and this moment was one I would never forget.

I pulled down my zipper and stepped out of my pants and boxers.

Over the past week, with her encouragement, we’d started our shift from tender lovemaking to pure fucking. We’d tested each other’s boundaries to see what we were comfortable with. And I would never turn her around again. I wanted to see her face contort in pleasure as I took her.

I pressed the tip of my cock against her entrance, and her heat threatened to swallow me. A shudder of anticipation ran through both of us. I pushed inside her, inch by inch, loving the way she stretched to fit me. Her breath hitched, her hands gripping the sheets as I filled her.

Once I was fully inside her, I paused, taking in the way she looked beneath me, her body trembling with want. I leaned down and captured her lips in a deep kiss.

“Do you like the way you taste, Supernova?” I asked, and she chuckled before dragging her tongue along her lower lip.

With her hands on my back, she dug her nails into my skin as she pulled me closer, needing me as much as I needed her.

I thrust languidly into her, wanting to prolong the pleasure for as long as possible.

Yet, as the rhythm of our bodies intensified, I couldn’t hold back any longer.

I picked up the pace, driving into her with a raw passion that bordered on desperation.

She met me thrust for thrust, her hips rising to meet mine, the two of us moving in perfect sync.

The loud slapping of my balls against her skin filled the room.

She was getting close. Her walls tightened around me as she neared the edge, and I was right there with her, the need to come crashing over me. I pushed harder, faster, the intensity building until we were both on the brink, teetering on the edge of oblivion.

“Fuck, Nova,” I groaned, my voice hoarse. “Who makes you feel this good?”

“You,” she murmured.

“Who?” I urged, wanting—no, needing—to hear my name from her lips.

“My husband. My first. You, Austin . . . you.”

With one final thrust, we both shattered. Her orgasm ripped through her with a force that left her trembling beneath me, and I followed a moment later, the pleasure so intense it was almost blinding. We rode out the waves together, our breaths mingling as we came down from the high.

I collapsed next to her, watching her chest rise and fall. “Are you okay?” I asked.

“You ask me the same question every time we have sex, Austin,” she said as she caught her breath. “The answer is the same.”

“I know, but I want to make sure you liked it too.”

She smiled. “Yes.” She reached out and ran a hand over the stubble on my cheeks. “We should get going though.”

“We should.” I groaned and rolled over, grabbing my pants from the floor. I lifted her up and helped pull her dress down.

“I gotta get some underwear now. I was going to surprise you.” She winked and turned to the dresser I bought for all her clothes.

“No,” I said, tugging on her wrist to pull her back to me. “I want to imagine my cum dripping down your legs through the entire dinner.”

She laughed, leaning into me as I wrapped my arms around her waist. “You’re impossible,” she murmured, but there was a warmth in her voice.

“Are you ready?” she asked, and I pressed my lips to her hair.

“No, but with you next to me, I feel better,” I admitted.

“I’ll always be by your side.”