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“You make me better, you know?” His mouth touched my chest, his fingers tweaking my nipple through my dress and bra. “You make things not so dark.”
He did that to me too, everything about him perfect for me.
“I hate that I love you,” he admitted, exposing my breast. His tongue flicked my nipple, and I sucked in a breath. “It should be better than me. For you it should be better.”
He hugged me close when he eased my coat off, my dress up. He was rock hard between my legs. He rocked his hips up, and heat pooled between my thighs.
“I’m fucked up, Noa,” he said, forcing his fingers beneath my underwear. He braced my ass cheeks. “But you don’t make me that way. You make me so much better.”
I tugged him to look at me, his face flushed, expression serious. “You make me that way too.”
“I wish that was true.” His smile didn’t reach his eyes, his fingers sliding into my heat. My breath was shallow as his thumb flicked my clit. “But I’m too selfish to let you go.”
He added another digit, past the knuckle and to his Court ring. He slid both in and out of me with his other fingers, and I gasped again when he bit my lips.
“I want you always to see me like this.” He sucked my lip in, nibbling. “The guy who makes you fucking come. The one you bleed for.”
How could I see him any other way?
“The one who gives you heaven, hell, and everything in between.” He shoved my dress up and off, unclasping my bra. He sucked my nipple into his mouth, and when he bit down, tears pricked my eyes. He grinned. “But you love that shit because you’re as sick as me.”
I was sick because of him, gloriously fucking sick. My hand hit the top of his car, my hips rocking against his jeans. My breast, heavy and weighted, fell out of his mouth with a pop only seconds before he latched onto the other one. He pressed a hand against mine on the ceiling.
“But never your nightmare, Noa,” he rasped, his eyes closed as he suckled my chest. “I’ll be your hell, but never your nightmare. I can’t be your fucking monster, Noa. I can’t…”
His voice broke, his eyes wild, when he forced his coat off, then rolled up his shirt. He tossed it off, his thick shoulders roving tight with toned muscle, his abs flexing, his body flushed. He hugged me close between firm arms, and I called out when he slammed his jean-clad cock against me.
He cut off the sound with a firm grasp to my throat, his hand tight and grip unrelenting.
“You can’t see me that way,” he breathed, fusing our mouths together. He pressed hard. “Your monster. Your nightmare.”
He wasn’t that way. He wasn’t. I shook my head. “I don’t see you that way.” He’d shown me his darkness, but he’d also shown me that heaven. He was a good person. He just had problems in his life like me.
He said nothing, only kissing harder. He unbuckled his jeans, forcing them down.
“I love you,” he said, stroking himself. Lifting me up, he guided his length along my slit. “Even if I shouldn’t or I’m not good enough to, I do. I can’t stop it. I need to love you. I need it for me because it does make me better.”
He kissed my chest, my eyes burning. I didn’t understand why he was saying these things, and I made him look at me.
“You’re not a monster,” I said, shaking my head. I fingered hair away from his eyes. “You’re beautiful.” He was my dark prince, yes.
But he was also my saving grace.
I’d seen his face when I thought I’d been about to die in that warehouse. It’d been his grin I thought of and hoped to God I’d get to see again.
“I saw you when Godfey took me,” I said, gasping. “I saw you when I thought I was about to die because I thought I’d never see you again. I did, and that terrified me.”
His mouth parted, his eyes scanning mine. He glanced away, but I forced him back.
“I need you with me,” I said, guiding him inside me. He closed his eyes, and I pressed our mouths together. I bit his lip. “I need you. I love you.”
His hips moved, slowly at first, and mine did too. We held onto each other, breathing each other in and out.
“I need you too,” he admitted, his hips slamming harder, faster. He held onto my ass, his abs clenching, sweat rolling down his chest. He sucked my tongue into his mouth while he used the steering wheel to keep me pinned, thrusts powerful but kisses tender.
So tender.
Our tongues moved in a slow duel, my hips slamming as equally hard into his.
