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Chapter 254: Nova’s First Time [Part-4]

Chapter 254: Nova’s First Time [Part-4]

Nova’s First Time [Part-4]

Leon’s chest went up and down in a slow, heavy rhythm as he gazed down at her—kneeling on the floor between his thighs, cheeks flushed, lips shining, still panting. The golden light streaming in through the tall windows haloed her, making every strand of her dark hair into liquid shadow. She seemed almost unworldly—strong, but soft. Her still-wet lips were parted slightly, breathing still shallow from what she had just done. And when her green eyes lifted to meet his golden ones, they glinted with something raw—pride, uncertainty, and gentle vulnerability.

She had just given herself to him—not just her body, but her trust.

And gods, she was stunning.

Leon couldn’t move for a second. He just stared at her, allowing the shockwaves of her touch to wash over him. The heat of her mouth still on his skin, but it wasn’t her lips’ memory alone that did him in—it was how she was regarding him now. Soft. Questioning. Real.

A husky, breathless laugh escaped his throat as he extended his hand, laying it lightly on her head, fingers burrowing into her dark hair.

"You know," he whispered, voice clogged with emotion, "at this moment... you resemble fire at sunset. Glow. Wild. Lovely."

She smiled at his compliment—soft, touched, with a spark of pride glinting behind her flushed cheeks. Then, her head tilted slightly, with a teasing lilt in her voice, though it was scored with nervousness, she asked, "How did I do? Did you... like it? My service?

Leon’s mouth curled slowly, his golden eyes weighted—not with lust alone, but something more profound. His hand descended, his fingers tracing along her cheekbone, to the edge of her mouth. His thumb lay where her breath heated his skin.

"You did more than I ever thought," he murmured. "You unraveled me."

Her smirk returned, but something fragile glimmered beneath it. "Good," she whispered. "I’m happy... my effort was able to please you." Her words came out theatrically, her cheeks flushed, her breath catching slightly as she spoke.

Leon could sense the flash of shyness in her eyes—something out of place in the battle-hardened Duchess. Nova, dominant and ferocious in the court, now appeared soft, brilliant, and tiny before his eyes. It awakened something ancient within him. Reverent. Primal.

He leaned in, pushing a few stray hairs from her cheek. His thumb rested at the corner of her mouth, soft, before he turned her chin and kissed her—slow and deep. It wasn’t a take kiss. It was a thank kiss.

She laughed softly, her breath against his lips—but before she could say anything else, he moved.

With a single smooth motion, Leon rolled her onto the bed. She yelped in shock, her body bouncing softly against the silk sheets, her long raven hair flowing like ink across the black pillows. There was a laugh afterwards—breathy, playful, flirtatious.

"That was daring, my love," she teased with a twinkling glint in her eyes.

He laid her down on the bed with reverence, as if she were something holy. Her body laid out under him, her skin flushed with fire and gold by the sun’s warm beams. She seemed a work of art—tousled hair, parted lips, bare skin radiating heat.

Leon crawled over her slowly, like a storm building. She felt his gaze slide over her body—hungry, possessive—tracing every inch from her lips, to her throat, down to the soft swell of her chest rising with shallow breaths.

His hands came to frame her face, thumbs brushing gently along her jawline.

"You’re so beautiful like this," he whispered, his voice roughened by need. "Still strong. Still mine."

Nova parted her mouth, a come-back waiting on her lips—but it didn’t get out. He kissed her once more, harder this time, more possessive. His tongue danced with intent, tasting her, claiming her. And his hands kept up—tasting, mapping the contours of her once more like he needed to memorize her everywhere.

Then she felt him. Him. Bumping hard against her leg—already hard again.

Nova gasped, a quiet breath of wonder. "Already?"

He smiled against her lips. "You did that."

"Flatterer," she whispered.

"Truth," he said.

His hand traced down, the shape of her waist, the curve of her hip, until his fingers found the back of her thigh. He brought her leg up onto his waist, their bodies fused. She shuddered as he teased against her—heavy, warm, maddening. Her body reacted without thinking, rising to meet his.

He hesitated for a breath, gaze fixed on hers.

"No hesitation," she breathed, once-nodding.

"No fear," he vowed.

And then he moved—slow, calculated. His body descended to meet hers, skin to skin, heat to heat. She felt it all—the tension in his muscles, the warmth of his breath, the burden of his want.

He kissed her again, slow and deep, lips molding against hers like a vow. And then his voice dropped, low and rough, scraping against her nerves like velvet over fire.

"But now it’s my turn."

Nova laughed breathlessly, nerves fluttering beneath her skin like tiny wings. "You look like you’re about to devour me."

"I am," Leon replied simply, his golden eyes glowing with hunger.

He didn’t bother answering in words. Instead, he stripped away the final shreds of clothes until he stood naked before her—his body honed like a war god, tempered in fire and passion. Nova laughed, clearly relishing the sight, her cheeks glowing with warmth. He climbed over her slowly, his muscular body pinning her lightly to the bed, his weight anchoring her in the moment.

Then—suddenly—his lips slammed onto hers.

It was all teeth and need, hot and ravenous. A kiss that consumed her, that took her without quarter. Every passing second a silent promise: You are mine. Absolutely and totally.

As his lips claimed hers, Nova attempted to speak amidst gasps, her words fractured, ragged, but true—her truth falling from her lips in trembling whispers between kisses.

"I’m only yours... all of me... for you... I’ll only see you, think of you... so... never leave me... Leon..."

Leon hesitated for just a moment to gaze into her eyes, his breath dancing across her mouth. His voice lowered, raw and husky, heavy with grasping need.

"You’re mine now. All of you... every sound, every breath—mine. I’ll never let you go, Nova. Even if the world burns."

And then. he just ceased talking altogether.

His body stirred, fueled by the raw urge that coursed through him like fire. A hungry, throbbing want to claim her—to leave no part of her unscarred, untouched. His lips dropped again, slower this time, deliberate. He kissed the edge of her mouth, her cheek, then caressed her closed eyelids, her nose, her jaw... and lastly, her neck. Every kiss a mark, his breath warm, his lips soft but claiming.

Nova shivered under him as his kisses moved lower, to the slope of her breasts. He drew one soft peak into his mouth, sucking softly, while his hand toyed with the other—fingers tracing over her sensitive flesh, thumb stroking over her tautening nipple. A moan thrummed from deep in her, muffled against his lips, back arching into his touch.

Her hands knotted in his dark hair, pushing him further into her chest, her thighs already restless beneath him. Her body was a but living prayer, given over completely to him.

And then, his lips dropped lower still.

He kissed across the smooth plane of her stomach, lingering at her navel, where he left a slow, lingering kiss that made her writhe. She glowed—flushed with arousal, lit from within by love and lust. Her breaths came shallow, shaky, her hands curled into the sheets.

"Leon..." she whispered, her voice barely audible.

"Shh..." he murmured, brushing his lips over her navel. "I’m not done tasting what’s mine."

She blushed, her whole body shivering, but she did not say a word. Her expectation was plain—seared on the rumble of her belly beneath his mouth, on the pressure of her thighs clenching together, yearning for more.

Leon kissed lower and lower, going with agonized slowness. Every kiss fueled the blaze that raged within her. He reached the sensitive hollow just above her pussy and stopped—languishing there just long enough to savor her.

Her soft, rosy pussy glistened in his view. The vision caught his breath.

He leaned back a little on his knees, drinking her in. Her breast lifted and fell with rapid, shallow breathing, her eyes flicked half-open, glimmering with desire. Her legs trembled as they clamped together, modest and needy both. She was completely beautiful—exposed, turned on, and his.

The scent of her made his head dizzy—a sweet, intoxicating aroma of musk and warmth, of need and woman. Addictive. Overwhelming.

"You’re dripping... my little duchess," he said with a crooked, satisfied smile.

"Only for you... Leon," she whispered, her face burning, those green eyes half-lidded and clouded with desire.

His smile grew. His fingers spread her thighs, showing him the soft pink folds underneath. Her scent slammed into him even harder now, and he groaned quietly in his throat.

Then he leaned forward.

The instant his lips brushed against her wet pussy, Nova moaned softly, her hips thrusting upward, her fingers diving into his hair at once, pushing him harder against herself.

He didn’t hurry.

Instead, he leaned forward and bestowed a slow, deep kiss upon her—his lips closing over her folds, savoring every flavor.

"Aaah... Leon!" she exclaimed once more, her back bowing as if his touch shocked her. Her hands clutched at his hair with wild desperation, her entire body throbbing with heat.

Leon’s tongue traced a purposeful path—sliding slowly from the root of her slit to the sensitive nub above, where he bestowed a gentle flick.

"Sllrp... slrrp... hnnn..."

Each wet sound echoed through the room, lewd and intimate. And he kept going—licking, sucking, tormenting her with maddening expertise, intent on worshipping her until she broke apart at his feet.

Her body jerked at each motion, every lash of his tongue. The sensations were too much—too raw, too intimate. Her thighs were trembling to push him away, but he held her in place, mouth never wavering from hers.

His tongue bullied through her folds, sliding in, tasting her.

"Mmm..."

The sopping sounds were filthy—smooth, grasping, ravenous.

Nova is overwhelmed with pleasure.

Her hips writhed on their own, grinding softly into his face.

"Aahh... I can’t—! I am cumming— Leon"

Leon didn’t relent. His tongue pushed and curled in the very correct places. His lips closed around her clit and sucked softly.

"Slrp... shlick... slrrrp..."

She moans. And then she shattered.

"Ah—AHHH! —!!"