Nova’s body trembled beneath Bentley, every touch igniting a fire that spread through her, both exhilarating and overwhelming. As his hands traveled down her sides, caressing her skin with the kind of reverence that made her heart race, she felt safe—yet on edge, knowing what was to come. Her breath hitched as his mouth traced the curve of her neck, lips lingering in places that made her shiver.
Bentley paused for a moment, his gaze locking with hers, concern evident in his eyes. “Are you sure?” he asked softly, his voice barely above a whisper. His thumb brushed over her cheek as if reassuring her that they could stop at any moment.
Nova nodded, biting her lip. “Yes. I want this... with you. I have hesitated for so long and more than anything, I am ready. To make love with you.”
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