And trust that he’ll catch me.
NOEL
Hannah feels so fragile in my arms, and every primal instinct in my body roars with satisfaction at having her vulnerable, trusting, completely mine.
She cries out, her grip on my shoulders tightening desperately, those perfect legs wrapped around my waist like she’s afraid I’ll pull away. Like I’d ever stop giving her what she needs.
I kiss her while I move inside her, spearing deep, hungry for her to feel every single inch of me. I’m compelled to make her understand exactly what I can give her. What her body has been craving.
Her entire body shudders against mine, trembling, and I fucking love seeing her this way. No walls. No resistance. No overthinking. Just raw need and desperate surrender.
She draws her lower lip between her teeth, sucking on it as I slowly pull out before pushing back in. I start out measured, controlled, letting her adjust to my size. But the water moves around us with each thrust, and she’s completely lost.
Exactly where I want her.
I kiss her again, hard, possessive, claiming, and I love how fucking sweet she tastes, how she kisses me back with a yearning. She clearly can’t get enough.
When I draw back just enough to stare into her eyes, I say, “I don’t want you to ever forget that you are mine. And I will take care of you. Always.”
She stares at me with those wide brown eyes, pupils huge, and then a purr rolls over her throat, a genuine Omega sound that buzzes through her entire chest and straight into mine.
I laugh, dark and satisfied. “There’s my girl. So fucking beautiful when you let go.”
She clings to me, and I give her what she’s begging for with her body, taking her harder, faster, the water creating resistance but also adding sensation. Her breasts bounce with the movement, disappearing under the waterline, then emerging again, nipples peaked and tight, and watching them is driving me absolutely feral.
She’s so tight around me, squeezing my cock with every thrust, and my need bursts forward, consuming rational thought. She’s clamping down around me, her inner walls fluttering, making me want to ruin her for anyone else.
“More,” she begs against my neck, her voice wrecked. “Harder, Noel?—”
Hearing her say my name like that, hearing her beg, destroys whatever control I’m clinging to.
But the water is limiting what I can give her. Slowing things down when my girl clearly wants my full force. Happy to oblige. I pull out completely, and she cries out in protest, trying to pull me back. “Noel, no, don’t stop?—”
“I’m not going anywhere,” I promise against her mouth, kissing her hard. “I just want to give you what you need properly. Up on your feet with me.”
She stands, the water reaching mid-thigh, and my hands go immediately to her tiny waist. Her gorgeous body is on full display, water dripping down her curves, and I take a moment just to look.
Mine. All mine.
I turn her to face away from me, running one hand slowly down her spine, feeling her shiver under my touch. “Bend over for me and grab the edge of the tub. Hold on tight, princess.”
My hands fall between her thighs and spread them wider, positioning her exactly where I want her.
And because I can’t resist, I lean to the side to take in the full view of her bent over in front of me. Fuck, her pussy is glistening with her slick—wet, swollen, ready for me.
A groan tears from my throat at the sight. “So beautiful.”
She’s already grinding her hips, seeking friction, and I stand directly behind her, lining up my cock with her waiting pussy.
When I sink back into her from this angle, we both groan at the tightness. Then I slam into her hard, and her legs twitch, trembling, trying to hold her weight.
I can’t stop. Won’t stop. The depth I reach in this position is unbelievable. She’s so small compared to me, and my length goes to places inside her that make her scream.
She’s arching her back, crying out with every powerful thrust. “Oh God?—”
“I am your god right now,” I growl, leaning over her back, my mouth near her ear. “The only one you worship. The only one who matters. Say it.”
“You’re—” She can barely form words. “You’re the only one?—”
