Breaking the rules

Nova's point of view

The door of his sitting room barely clicked shut before his mouth crashed down on mine, kissing, biting and nibbling on my lips. He kissed like he’d invented it. And I followed his lead like I had no choice in the matter. He dragged his mouth away from mine, swore as he turned me around, my dress went to the ground in a second, and I felt his huge boner against me.

“Fuck,” I moaned as he continued pushing against me, kissing my neck at the same time. He whispered against my ear, “tell me. Tell me what you want.”

The only sound that came out of my mouth were hungry, lustful moans. With one sharp tug of his fingers, my bra top gladly gave way. My breasts spilled out, hot and heavy, ready for his touch. He didn't touch them immediately, instead, he circled the skin around, my collar bones, my upper belly.

“P-please…fucking hell, touch me…” I said. I couldn't even recognize my voice.

His hot palms landed on my breasts, my nipples hardened to rosy points as he began pinching and caressing them with quick strokes and I almost stopped breathing.

My backside collided with his hardness. I groaned and held the wall for support.

“Shit…” he muttered as I bit my lips, spread my legs and bent slightly. He sighed out, rubbed my waist and smacked my ass.

“Yes…..”my voice coated with pleasure, as my worshipping patron roughly tore my panties, exposing my throbbing flesh. God….I needed him to fuck me senseless. I felt him go down, his head between my legs, my brain almost exploded with anticipation. In the next second, his soft, velvety tongue was on my pussy. When he licked the lips, I cried, the moment his mouth collided with entrance, I folded.

My legs could not hold me up anymore and the tension in my lower belly was building intensely. He held me up, slid his tongue inside me. It started moving slowly, grazing the walls. I felt myself contracting over it, adding to the pleasure.

“Please…f-fuck…” I moaned loudly, forgeting who I was. He removed his lips from me and shushed. His thumb was on my clit and whatever I whispered next sounded like gibberish.

His thumb kept moving in slow circles; it felt like I was being electrocuted.

“Fuckk!…” he hissed, suddenly rising to his feet. I heard his belt buckle and my body tensed up knowing what was coming. His fingers found my entrance, circling it, rubbing slowly. It was hot and throbbing against my thighs.

I glanced back, letting out short puffs of air. I saw his huge dick, the whole length of it. My lips quivered as he rubbed the head of his dick over and over on my clit and entrance. “Please. J-just fuck me al…." I didn't get to complete my sentence. He lifted me off the ground like I was something fragile, something he was scared would break and disappear. It was maddening the way he worshiped my body.

The door to his bedroom clicked open and close, the sound barely registered.My hands moved on their own, tugging at his shirt, feeling the fabric loosen beneath my fingers. It slipped free, falling somewhere behind him. His hand dropped to the drawer beside his bed, pulling out a condom, in an instance, he had it rolled over his long, thick dick.

My body moved forward instinctively, willingly granting him access. He guided the tip of his dick to my slick entrance, my thighs trembled as he

entered me with one vicious thrust. I sucked in a wheezy breath, taking in the pain that turned into supreme sexual satisfaction. I screamed something unintelligible.

“Fuck…you’re so tight and sweet,” he rasped, groaning behind me and I could tell he was just as lost as I was. His powerful strokes left me breathless and white eyed and then he stopped, turned me over, my back falling on the bed, He got on his knees, hooked my ankles over his shoulders and bent me in half. I was pinned. Conquered. Completely at his mercy. And I loved it.

His big dick was rubbing my inner walls and hitting my womb with each thrust. I rippled, convulsed, writhed around him, clinging to him with nails and teeth as colors burst behind my eyelids like an erotic fireworks display. Every inch of me from my glittery toenails to the roots of my hair participated in the ecstasy. This wasn’t the best orgasm of my life. Because this wasn’t an orgasm. This was a life-altering religious experience. It rolled on and on, wave after wave of pleasure. I was trembling from the aftershocks, each one more satisfying than any orgasm I’d ever had in my entire existence.

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The warmth I felt before I fully woke up was strange. It softly slipped through the curtains and rested against my skin. I stretched without thinking, slow and lazy, and then stilled. For a second, I didn’t move, didn’t open my eyes. I just lay there, my breath shallow, fingers curled into the sheets as fragments of the night before came back all at once.

My eyes snapped open. A cold wave moved through me. What had I done? A tight breath caught in my throat as I turned my face slightly into the pillow, my fingers tightening in the fabric.

For five years, every version of me had belonged to my Kael. Every rule I had ever set for myself had been built around him. And yet, I had crossed a line I had never even come close to before.

Not once. My stomach twisted. What if this changed everything in ways I couldn’t undo?

But beneath the fear, beneath the sharp edge of guilt pressing into my ribs, something warm and dangerous lingered. I turned onto my side, taking in the man that had unwind me with just one kiss.

He looked… different now. My gaze lingered longer than it should have.

A faint warmth spread through me before I forced it down, my hand curling into the sheet again.

This wasn’t who I was. It wasn’t who I had ever been. “It was the dumbest, hottest mistake I could ever make.” I moved carefully, gathering my clothes, dressing without making unnecessary noise. At the door, I paused. My eyes flickered back to him, just once, before I forced myself to look away again.

I walked through the city without thinking too much. The closer I got to the house, the heavier my heart became. The gates opened without question. I walked up the steps, my grip tightening slightly around my bag before I reached for the door. I barely stepped inside before a sharp force slammed across my face.

My head snapped to the side, the impact ringing through my ears before I could even process it.

“Where the hell are you coming from?” Kael’s voice exploded, loud, furious, cutting through me like a two-edged sword.