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He was pushing, penetrating, and when he couldn’t stand the torture any longer he jerked his head back, released her lips and her wrists.
His hands caught at her hips, held them to him as he straightened on his knees, lifted her ass to his thighs and began the hard, driving rhythm he needed.
He heard the sounds coming from his throat, and they didn’t matter. Deep, hoarse growls of need as his eyes closed, sweat beaded his body, and the tight, hot clasp of her pussy convulsed and rippled around him.
He was driving inside her. Unable to stop, relishing, loving every stroke that damned his soul forever as he gave his wife every furious inch, every agonizing ounce of lust that raged inside him.
Sabella felt her fingers tighten in the comforter beneath her, fought to hold on to something because she was losing her mind with the pounding strokes filling her body.
She had never been so ready. Foreplay wasn’t needed. His kiss, the almost brutal strokes of his erection filling her were ratcheting the pleasure, the dark, seductive call of something she had never had rising inside her.
This. She had never had this. Pure, desperate hunger. Lust in its richest form. The rapid-fire strokes digging into her, stretching her, burning her, sending racing, flaming arrows of sensation tearing through her body.
Noah took her hard, without apology. He took her like a man riding the edge of insanity, the only thought the release she could give him. Just her. No one else. Just this, taking her, melting with her until she was screaming his name. Screaming, begging, then erupting beneath him as she felt her orgasm explode in a brutal wave of sensation.
It was cataclysmic. As though the foreplay had gone on forever, when actually there had been none. As though he had teased her unmercifully, pushed her higher and higher, and she was flying. Arched tightly to him, feeling his release spurting inside her as he continued to thrust, to push for more, his hungry groan filling the air as she jerked beneath him.
“Not enough!” The snarl rent the air.
Sabella felt him jerk back, turn her to her stomach, and lift her to him. He was inside her again, jackhammer strokes arching her, jerking her upright until her arms curled behind her, catching his neck as she felt his hands over her.
All over her. He stroked her thighs as he fucked her, her stomach, cupped her breasts, and pressed her nipples between his fingers as he spread his thighs wider, balanced them both and pushed inside her with rapid strokes.
Heat flowed around them and through them, and the night became immersed with her cries.
“So tight,” he groaned, pausing, his breathing rough. “Sweet and tight. Move against me, Sabella. Show me you want it.”
She moved. Worked her hips against him, rotated and lifted herself, lowered herself. She rocked back against him, gasping for breath as she felt his lips at her neck, his beard rough against her skin.
“Tell me.” The rough, wicked whisper caressed her ear. “What do you want?”
His hands gripped her hips again.
“Hard?” He buried himself inside her hard, deep.
“Slow?” He moved, retreating, filling her with a slow, throbbing stroke that had her crying out in protest.
“Hard. I want you hard and fast. You know what I want.”
She was shaking in his arms, trembling from the need to come again as one hand lowered and the tips of his fingers began to strum against her clit.
Sabella felt the tension rising again. It was tearing into her, spikes of white-hot sensation as his hips began moving hard and fast again.
He unlooped her arms from his neck, one hard hand pushed her shoulders to the bed and he came over her. The thrusts grew faster, harder. The slap of flesh, damp and hot, melding together. The sounds of his thrusts, her moans, his desperate cry, and when release detonated inside them, it was an almost soundless clash of agonizing pleasure.
The breath tore from her. She could only arch, her eyes opening wide, dazed as a whimper left her lips, and she swore she flew free of her own body and that bodiless part of her met pure rapture.
Behind her, Noah stilled, a hard, rumbling cry filling the air that could have been her name, could have been a curse, and he was spilling inside her again. The heated rush of release spurting free, shuddering through him, drawing another surge of pleasure before receding, slow and easy, and leaving them tangled on the bed.
He lay half on her, half beside her. Still buried within her, still erect. Hearts slamming against their chests and exhaustion marking her, Sabella let herself drift. She let herself drift until she swore she heard something she knew she couldn’t have heard.
“Go síoraí.”
Her eyes opened. She blinked, listening, tense now, filled with fear. But it didn’t come again. It was gone, just as the dreams were always gone, just as the hope had left a long, long time ago.
But Noah was still there.
He dragged himself from her, pulled her into his arms, and minutes later, she felt him slowly, so slowly, relax into sleep.
