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And it wasn’t the only mark she would leave. Her lips moved to his chest, his hard, male nipples.
She had never done that before. Sucked and licked at the flat, hard discs, and it made him wilder than he swore even the whore’s dust had.
“Damn you, yes,” he growled as she moved lower, her hands falling to his jeans, jerking his belt loose, scrambling to loosen his jeans. “Take it, Sabella. You little wildcat. I’m going to fuck your mouth until you’re begging for me to come. Begging to taste it. To feel it. To fuck me with every breath in your body.”
He was snarling the words. Hands in her hair, controlling her, pushing her down until she straddled his bent knee and pulled the fully erect, throbbing shaft of his dick from the parted material of his jeans.
She looked up at him and the expression on her face was one he knew he would remember forever. Pure, undiluted hunger.
Her hand tried to wrap around the width, but her fingers didn’t quite meet. She stroked up, over the violently sensitive head, and stared back at him with drowsy lust as she breathed in and out, each panting breath lifting those hard, flushed breasts.
“Make me,” she whispered then.
The demand seared his brain, his imagination, his fantasies.
He gripped the shaft of his cock with one hand, and with the other he forced her head down, his eyes locked with hers, watching as her lips flowered open over the bulging crest.
Sabella was lost in the lust. She ground her sex against his knee, feeling the exquisite sensations of cloth rasping against her swollen clit as the heat and hardness of his cock head pushed inside her mouth.
God, his taste. It was hot and male. Earthy and filled with lust. She licked over the blunted crest, feeling the iron hardness, the silky flesh, the throb of lust beneath.
She looked up at him, saw his wild eyes, like an unearthly glow, and dark, primitive need slashed through her. She needed to taste, needed to torment.
She licked beneath the head, rubbing her tongue over that spot that her Nathan had once loved her to caress so well. Noah tightened, the muscles of his thighs bulging, his hips arching, burying his cock deeper inside her mouth.
“Suck it, Sabella.” There was an odd, lyrical quality to his rough, dark voice. “Take me.”
She took him. His hands clenched in her hair, pulled at the strands as he moved her head, fucked into her mouth, and filled her with the heated hard crest of his erection.
She was needy, hungry for him. She could feel that hunger raging inside her as she cupped her own breast, her fingers plucking at her nipple, creating another burn, losing herself in the pleasure.
“I’m going to come, baby.” He was moving between her lips, fast, hard, almost bruising as he strained beneath her, and she loved it.
He was wild. He was dark and earthy and she needed it.
She sucked him harder, deeper. She pulled at her nipple, tugged at it, cupped her breast and felt the fever raging, building in her clit.
“Yes! There!” he growled.
Her tongue was tucked against the underside of his cock head, rubbing and caressing, rasping against it as he moved over it, stroking past her lips, his hard flesh tightening further as she felt his release building.
She stared up at him. Saw it moving in his face. The way it tightened, turning stark, forbidden. Then she felt his release.
The first spurt exploded inside her mouth, the second had her moaning, her clit exploding as she rubbed herself against his knee.
“Ah hell, yes, you little witch,” he groaned.
Sabella froze. She felt, tasted, she existed. But she stared into his eyes and dropped back in time.
Suck me, you little witch. My sweet, beautiful little witch.
When his hands eased in her hair, she moved back. She stared at him, shaking. Horror and guilt rose inside her, flaying her soul with the consequences, the truth of what she had just done.
She could still taste him in her mouth. He was staring at her, dawning realization darkening his eyes further as she jerked her bra and shirt down with trembling hands.
Noah sat up slowly, watching as she stumbled to the door.
“Don’t you leave here, Sabella,” he ordered her roughly.
