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I tighten my hands around her hips, lifting her damn near all the way off before I slam her down on me. Her head flies back, my name bursting from her lips in a surprised shout. It isn't pain, though. It's all pleasure. So I do it again and again.

She sobs and chokes on my name, babbling "yes" and "more" and "please" like those are the only words she knows. I give her exactly what she wants, driving her down on my cock until she's bouncing on my lap, her ass landing against my thighs with a loud smack.

Her inner muscles clench and flutter, her pussy growing wetter. She's so close, I can feel it. Christ, I need to feel her coming all over me. I need it more than I need to breathe.

I wrap my fist in her hair, dragging her down to me. Our eyes lock again, my lips inches from hers. "I meant what I said in that post, Nova," I rasp, making sure she hears every word. "You've been in my heart every minute since we met. You'll have every inch of it for the rest of my life. It's yours, Starlight. It's always been yours. I'm not ashamed of a fucking thing, and you have never been a secret. You're my goddamn soul. I worship you."

She makes the sweetest little sound as she falls apart on my cock, unraveling like I just gave her the keys to the kingdom. I crash my mouth to hers, swallowing her joy and surrender. Her body clenches and flutters, squeezing the fuck out of my cock.

I pump my hips, trying to fuck her through it, desperate to keep going. But it's impossible to keep going when she's unraveling on me, milking my cock. My balls draw up, my spine tingling.

"I love you," I groan into her mouth half a second before I lose it completely. I yank her down on me one final time, holding her still as my dick throbs, my balls emptying into her in heavy pulses.

She feels it and moans against my lips, trembling.

"Take every fucking drop," I rasp, biting her lip. "Every last one, Nova."

"Yes, yes," she breathes, wrapped around me like she's never going to let me go, her body still trembling through aftershocks.

I bury my face in her throat, panting, running my hands down her body, just trying to hang on as my orgasm splits me apart at an atomic level and then puts me back together in some new order, one where I'm hers, she's mine, and not a fucking thing will ever change that. Not one.

We're finally, finally right where we belong.

Chapter Seven

Nova

"Stop looking at me like that," I whisper to Huxley, feeling shy in a way that's new. I'm not that girl—the one who hides behind her hand or gets easily embarrassed. But he's grinning at me like he's seen the deepest, darkest parts of my soul. It's unnerving in a way I think I like.

"Like what?" he asks, brushing tendrils of hair away from my face. "Like I'm the luckiest motherfucker on the planet?"

"Like you're trying to read me."

He chuckles softly. "I don't need to read you, Starlight. I did that a year and a half ago."

"Oh, yeah? What did you find?" I ask, genuinely curious what he thinks he's figured out about me.

"A lot." His lips curve into a soft smirk. "I found that you were wild about me, and just too damn stubborn and afraid to admit it."

I roll my eyes at him…but it's not like he's wrong. "You fell first."

"Yeah," he says, a smile in his voice that makes my heart flutter. "And not a damn man on the face of this earth would do any differently in my shoes, baby girl."

One of those ridiculous, dumb smiles that won't go away feels permanently etched onto my face. My heart feels like it's floating. This all feels like a dream, almost too good to be true. Except…I still feel him between my legs. His hard body is still wrapped around mine. I still hear his truth ringing in my ears and feel it nestling into place in my soul.

This is reality.

And our reality is about to get so damn complicated.

I groan at the reminder. "I can't believe you posted about me."

"I can't believe you thought you were a dirty secret."

"Well, it's not like you ever said anything!" I cry, narrowing my eyes at him. "You're shameless and outrageous whenever we're alone. But as soon as someone else is around, you act like a completely different person. What was I supposed to think, Hux?"

"That I respect you too much to let anyone think you're a joke," he says, his voice somber and serious. "Teasing you when we're alone is one thing. You love that shit, as much as you hate to admit it. But it'd piss me off if anyone else tried that shit because something I said or did made them think you were cool with it."

"Nathan isn't anyone," I remind him quietly.