Nova's First Time [Part-5]
He held her, savoring every bit of her delight, every shudder of her shivering body, until the breathy motion slowed and the grasping clutch of her hands around him started to release.
He propped himself up only far enough to view her face—flushed, radiant, her eyes bright like twin emeralds suspended in candlelight. Locks of black hair clung to the dampness on her cheek, and he swept them away with a soft, worshipful touch. His thumb stayed at her jaw, steadying her in the warmth of his own presence.
She leaned in, their lips colliding in a kiss not resulting from hunger, but something much deeper. It was not a lustful kiss, but one of delicate need—soul-deep, tender. Their lips moved with agonized slowness, as if fearing the moment would break. Her lips were a taste of longing—a first flush of spring after a hard winter. She whimpered in the kiss, soft and shaking, her fingers tangling in his hair as if holding on to reality of him.
