NOVA
My brain has melted into a puddle at my feet. It shouldn't make sense that I'm enjoying the way Rhydar's lips move against mine. Goddess, I can feel him everywhere. He's literally in my bloodstream. And I want more.
He kisses me harder, drawing strangled moans from my lips as my hands nestle around his head, my fingers shamelessly exploring the wavy strands of hair at the back of his head.
Rhydar holts me up effortlessly.
He’s surprisingly considerate of my bruised-up body. But I don't care about that right now.
All I care about is the sensual kisses he's trailing along my neck. I'm a moaning mess at this point, my eyes closed in ecstasy.
But it's not enough. I need him so bad.
Logical me has officially clocked out.
A loud pounding at the door has me jerking away from him, my
