Nova's First Time [Part-2]
"You look perfect down here."
His tone was rough, full of reverence and craving.
Then, softer—darker— "And your smell…" He breathed in slowly, deeply, as though her presence was addictive. "Perfect. Inebriating."
The words didn't brush against her ears but insinuated their way into her flesh like wildfire through parched leaves. A shudder coursed through her, barely noticeable but impossible to deny. Her breath caught halfway through a thought, and her fingers closed around the sheet beneath her, white-knuckled and shaking with the burden of what she felt.
She was Nova—Iron Flame Duchess. A woman who had stilled rooms with a single word, shattered sieges with a glance, and ended wars with her fury. The type of legend etched into steel and stone.
But here—under Leon, stripped down to nothing but skin and soul—she blushed.
Not from modesty.
But from something infinitely more lethal. Vulnerability.
Because of the way he regarded her.
