Supreme Spouse System.
Chapter 255: Nova’s First Time [Part-5]

Chapter 255: Nova’s First Time [Part-5]

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 crimson 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.

Leon drew her closer, deepening the kiss with soft intensity. Their mouths danced to a rhythm that was theirs and theirs alone. Tongues touched, breaths entwined, and between them throbbed a silent ache neither could speak.

They broke apart, gasping, her soft laughter shattering the silence like windchimes in a wind—silken, surprised, brimming with joy that made his chest hurt.

"L-Leon..." she breathed, voice hardly audible, clogged with feeling. "I... I want..."

But the words stuck on her tongue.

He responded not in words, but in another kiss—harder this time. Wilder. His lips came crashing into hers like a whirlwind over the ocean, demanding and claiming. She didn’t move away. Instead, she grasped at his back, her body coming up to meet his, her very soul unthreading under the burden of his hunger.

As he ended the kiss, his golden eyes met hers—no longer a prince, but a flame-bound vow.

"From now on," he told her, in a low and unshakeable voice, "you belong to me, Nova."

Her breath strangled in her throat. But her reply came not with uncertainty, but with a smile—bold and abrim with love.

"I am always yours... Leon."

He smiled at her words, enjoying the way his name sounded coming from her lips. One hand encircled her neck, holding it. The other swept down, slow and deliberate, until his fingers danced along the soft flesh of her thigh.

Her breath caught when the head of his cock, thick as it was, came to rest against her wet entrance—not inside her, just resting there, hot and heavy. But then he moved, tormenting her further by bringing the swollen flesh of her clit instead, rubbing gently. He didn’t move again—just stayed there, the pressure making her shudder.

Her hips jerked, thighs clamping around him as the tension stretched like a string wound tight.

"Nnngh—" she moaned, voice broken, body thrumming with hunger.

"You feel that?" he breathed, lips against her ear, his breath making the hairs on the back of her neck quiver. "This is what you hunger for... my little wifey."

Her mouth opened, her whole body responding to the term wifey. The low, possessive way he’d said it, with such heat—it left her feeling owned, treasured, his every possession. A smile quivered on her mouth, her heart brimming, her voice rasping as she spoke against the fog of desire.

"I want you to touch me," she breathed, breath shaking. "Please... I need you inside me. My husband."

His gaze grew dark with raw satisfaction.

"Good girl," he whispered.

He bent, kissing her forehead—soft, nearly holy—then the nose, and then the lips. This was softer, deeper, a promise inscribed in heat and love.

Then he eased forward slowly, finding his way into her inch by inch. Her body received him, no protest—only the slow, panting stretch of fullness that caused her to gasp. Something escaped her throat—half sigh, half moan—before her arms came around his back, drawing him close until there was nothing between them but common heat.

Leon’s breath caught, his body shuddering with control.

"Gods..." he growled against her skin.

Nova could sense it—how he restrained himself, shivering ever so slightly as he settled deep within her. And in that instant, all pretenses were shed. No titles. No distance. Only them.

He stayed there, deep inside her, his hand tenderly holding her cheek. His golden eyes scanned hers, scanning for the slightest hint of pain, poised to halt at a word.

But instead, she smiled.

Tears clung to her lashes, but her smile was like sunlight over morning dew—bright, clean, filled with love.

It was enough to make him love her again.

Her body received him with a tenderness that brought him low, and with patient persistence, he went on, inch by inch, until he sensed the resistance—the frail, quivering wall of her innocence.

He hesitated.

He knew what it was. He knew this instant would alter all. And he waited, allowing her to make her decision.

She said nothing—she didn’t need to. Her grip on his fingers tightened, her smile becoming bolder, eyes sparkling with trust. She nodded.

A silent request.

With gentle resolve, he urged on, settling into her heat. The barrier yielded to his cautious thrust, and in that vulnerable, breathless moment, he was not merely taking her body—but the very essence of her heart.

A warm pain flowered between them, deep and unflinching, and the world outside seemed to hold its breath.

A few droplets of blood gilded the moment—silent evidence of what was given freely, willingly.

Then he saw them—tears slipping down her cheeks, sudden and silent.

His heart stuttered.

Did I hurt her?

"Nova?" he whispered, already beginning to pull away, panic fluttering in the back of his golden eyes. "Did I—?"

But her legs wrapped around him tightly, holding him fast, pulling him close. Anchoring him.

Before he could get another word out, her shivering fingers brushed tears from her cheeks. Her voice—soft, warm—cut through the silence like moonlight over still water.

"Tears of happiness... I’m so glad we’re finally together... Leon."

Her smile trembled, but it was sincere. "Now... you can’t ever leave me."

She’d said it so openly, so naked and exposed, that Leon felt something knot deep in his belly.

He’d never heard her speak like that before—so exposed, so hopelessly certain of him.

Leon’s chest constricted.

Overcome. Emotionally moved.

He held her face in his palms, kissing the corner of her quivering mouth, then her temple, his lips soft as they grazed against her skin, as if sealing a promise.

"Why would I ever leave... my most dearest wife?"

And then, without uttering another word, he started to move.

Slowly. Deeply.

Her moans reverberated around the room—so quiet at first, only growing louder, swirling around them like music that only they could hear. They were the beat of their lovemaking, rising and falling with each stroke. His name escaped her lips like a prayer, spoken with awe and necessity. With every breath, every motion, they weren’t merely making love—they were one.

And when she looked down at him, she saw it—that goofy, happy smile on his face. The kind of smile that told her that he was loving every single second, every deep penetration that shook his body.

But Nova wasn’t just alone in her pleasure.

Even Leon—who had already been with numerous other women—was overwhelmed. There was no previous experience—none—compared to this. Her soft, squishy insides held him like a hug, wrapping him tight with a heat so delicate and firm it took his head. And her womb—greedy, insistent—pulling him in, sucking his dick deeper with each shove, like it didn’t want to release its grip, like it wanted to devour his dick whole. Taking a deep breath, he put aside all his thoughts and begin concentrating girl underneath him and he withdrew his dick before thrusting it even deeper than ever.

"AAnnhh~"

"Ugghhh~"

Savoring the otherworldly sensation, Leon halted for a moment before he screwed her again, then again, and again, before he got lost in pleasure and went on.

"AAnnhh~ AAnnhh~ AAnnhh~"

"Ugghhh~ Ugghhh~ Ugghhh~"

The two groaned as they copulated like beasts. Leon attempted to penetrate further with each strike. Nova gripped the bedsheets tightly as she bit her lips so that she is able to restrain her moans, but it was evident that she failed terribly.

Seeing that he was on the verge of coming, Leon slowed down his thrusts prior, and he leaned forward a bit and began licking her rosy nipple as he massaged her other breast using his hands.

Another shock of pleasure battered the Nova,

"AAnnhh~"

She groaned with delight prior to her grabbing his head and pushing him further into her chest.

Her lower half convulsed with delight, her canals constricted, compressing and crushing his dick with her soft interior.

"Ugggggnnhhh~"

Not able to deal with abrupt pleasure, his milk overflowed and he came.

When his heavy milk overflowed deep inside her, it felt like her last wall was broken.

Nova’s back arched automatically, and she tossed her head back, calling out his name on raw, unadulterated pleasure. Her whole body shook, wracked in the grip of orgasm, overpowered by the heat and the filling that engulfed her.

"AAnnnnnnhhhh~ Leon!"

At this instant—just when she crested—something odd moved deep inside Leon.

A hot, strange current coursed through his blood. Not just the afterglow of pleasure. Something more. Something strong.

Something mystical.

He sensed it as a throb of power, old and intoxicating. A caress of power danced at the edge of his awareness, and for an instant, a system alert chimed softly at the periphery of his mind. but he didn’t care.

Not now.

Not with her in his arms.

Not when her heat still lingered on him, inside and out.

Leon sank down beside her, his body still vibrating with the high. He pulled Nova into his arms, holding her close. Her face buried against his chest, and he felt her heartbeat—wild, pounding, then gradually calming—sync with his own.

No words were exchanged.

None were necessary.

Only Leon. Only Nova.

Two hearts knotted in golden twilight and silk bedclothes, discovering—by breath and touch and yielding—what it really was to belong completely to another.