My Wild Beast
Chapter 49: What a Man. (3)

Chapter 49: What a Man. (3)

[AN: Music Recommendation: El Mar by Hermanos Gutiérrez.]

Nova’s chin lifted as Yoa’s lips lowered to hers. The touch was so soft and warm, drawing a sigh from her lips. She melted into it, lost in his spice and coconut scent that invigorated her senses and making her yield to him completely.

Yoa’s hands trembled slightly, and he slid them into her hair, gently and carefully, like she was a porcelain doll or glass about to break. When Nova’s hands pressed against his chest, her lips quirked into the softest of smiles against his to the sound of his reverberating growl. He was holding back.

The atmosphere was charged between them, their bodies restless yet they kissed longingly, their bodies gentle against one another, unlike the few times they’d kissed before. It was different, sweet with an underlying sense of what was yet to come. There was undercurrent of hunger that had yet to be satiated.

"Don’t hold back," Nova urged against his lips, nibbling his lower lip gently, stirring him on.

Yoa’s teeth pulled her bottom one between hers, his eyes clenching shut as he refrained from giving into his beastly urges. His voice was husky as he breathed out, golden eyes blazing into hers. "We have all day and night. I’m going to take my sweet time with my sweet, tempting little mouse."

Day and night. Nova’s legs clenched in response, her fingers pressing into his chest harder. Yoa smirked, trailing those sensual lips that could be her absolute undoing along her jawline, lowering down her neck in a slow, seductive caress. Her pulse quickened beneath his tongue and mouth, where he kissed, trailing lower to her collarbone.

He stared at the spot, those golden-red eyes glimmering. His hands slid down her arms reverently before he pulled her into a firm embrace, his face pressing into the crook of her neck as he inhaled deeply and lifted her against him. She clung to him, her heart racing, her arms curling around the back of his head, fingers sliding into his thick locks. It was utter madness how connected she felt to this man in that simple gesture.

Yoa’s feet padded along the wooden floors and animal hides as he carried Nova, his head pulling back to gaze up at her like she was the most enchanting thing he’d ever laid eyes on. Those molten eyes burned into hers with such warmth and passion that the breath escaped Nova’s lips, and she couldn’t look away. She’d never felt so... beautiful before.

Yes, yes, the independent woman in her would say—why depend on a man to make you feel beautiful? You should love yourself and blah blah blah—she doesn’t know anything. Shut up, modern-day Nova! Who wouldn’t want a man like Yoa, this epitome of a wild, untamed man with such strong, rugged features and solid body, to make them feel like the most enticing woman in the room?

Yoa laid her down on more soft cushions. Her gaze was on him, but she could see the open space in her peripheral vision. This part of the treehouse was open, like the first tier. She could see some of the treetops blending in the background, along with the clear blue skies and the radiant sun beaming down on them, golden light pouring over the curves of his muscles.

His hair acted like a curtain as he hovered over her, one knee between her thighs, hands braced either side of her head as they stared at each other, heat thickening the air between them. Nova couldn’t help but push up slightly and slide her fingers through that mess of hair, gripping a little more as her digits got caught in a tangle.

Her affectionate smile mirrored his as she gently tried to pull his hair back from his strong jawline. Her gaze lingered on his full lips, and the tempting curve of his cupid’s bow was so alluring that she gnawed on her own bottom lip in response. Her eyes wandered along his cheekbones, to the straightness of his nose, to the shimmering splodges of what she now knew to be the jaguar beast beneath his skin running up one side of his face.

His face was smooth as well now. Any lingering scars from the harpy eagle that attacked him were long gone as if it had never happened.

Then there were his eyes. They had been studying her face just as intently as she had been tracing his. The heat in his gaze made her want to squirm, but she resisted, leaned in, and took the initiative, pressing soft kisses along his sharp jawline. A lungful of air escaped him, long and deep, as his head angled into her touch and his eyes fluttered shut.

"I was told... females don’t initiate..." he whispers, sighing into Nova’s touch.

Her eyebrows shot up. Told? Before she could question what he meant by that, Yoa took her breath away, turning his face to hers, rubbing his nose around hers, lips grazing against hers teasingly. She mirrored his movements, which turned to both of them kissing ever so lightly, lips and tongues grazing each other in a teasing dance.

"I’m not most females," Nova whispered, lips still tingling from their game of teasing, her words barely more than a breathy sigh.

Yoa’s lips twitched, eyes burning into hers. "No. You’re not,’ he murmured, his voice husky.

The way he said it made her heart swell. It was like earlier all over again. He liked her, weaknesses and flaws and all. Feeling the confidence rise in her, Nova sat up slightly, one hand reaching behind her as her gaze was locked with his. Her zipper sounded as she pulled it down, the dress becoming looser.

Their chests rose and fell in sync, deepening as the tension grew between them. Nova rested back on the pillows and lifted her hands to the straps of her dress and slowly began lowering them. Yoa’s eyes searched hers, his hand resting on top of one of hers. The question was silent between them.

Are you sure?

Nova nodded once. His hand fell away.