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“Noah. Oh yes. Like that.” Her voice was high and thin. “Oh God. I’m going to come for you.”
“Not yet.” He pulled back and she almost screamed. Her hands caught in his hair, tangled in it, and she jerked him back to the hot, humid flesh awaiting his tongue, his lips.
“Lick my pussy.” She was lost now, lost in the pleasure, and he shoved his tongue inside her, fucked her with it and tasted all that hot, sweet cream flowing from her.
Ah hell. He was going to come in his hand at this rate. He didn’t want to come in his hand. He wanted to be high and deep inside her. Buried as deep as a man could get in a woman, filling her, marking her.
He wanted to brand her with his seed. He wanted to be so d
eep inside her that she never forgot who owned her body. Never.
But first, he had to tear himself away from her taste. And ah sweet merciful heaven, her taste. Her taste was so hot on his tongue, liquid and filled with life. He didn’t want to leave it. He didn’t want to stop.
“Give it to me.” Her voice seared his senses. “Damn you, give it to me now, Noah. Fill me with your cock. Make me scream for you. Oh God, I’ll scream for you, just do me now.”
Noah jerked to his feet, his hand still wrapped around his cock, his senses filled with the taste of her, the heat of her. And he pressed forward.
He watched her face, her eyes. Rolled the head of his cock against her clit and watched her pant, watched as her hand pressed against her stomach, then, as he lowered himself, pressed against her entrance, those pretty, graceful fingers moved to her clit. Shyly. Hesitantly.
During their marriage, he had never allowed her to touch herself while he was taking her. He had taken full responsibility for her pleasure as well as his own. But she wasn’t waiting now, and the sight of it nearly had him erupting. With no more than the tip of his cock pressed inside her, he was losing it.
He watched her fingers as he pressed deeper, his fingers tight at the base of his shaft to hold back the furious release he could feel pounding in his skull.
“Do it.” His voice was hard, thick. “Use your fingers. Show me what you like, baby. Damn you. I’m going to fuck you so hard and so deep you’ll never deny me again. Do you hear me, Sabella. Never.”
She had denied him that morning. Denied his place in her bed, denied what he knew was between them. Why didn’t matter. He was deceiving her, he knew it. Lying to her in the most elemental of ways, and he couldn’t say the words to fix that. But he wouldn’t let her deny this.
He gripped her hips. Watched those pretty fingers. Ah God, so graceful, so slender, sliding into the curls at the top of her mound, opening herself.
He felt on fire. His cock was a flame and it was destroying him. He pressed in, gritting his teeth, grimacing at the complete, unadulterated pleasure in just feeling her. Seeing her. He pushed in, pumping in short, hard strokes, working inside her as her fingers slid to her clit, circled it and became wet, glistening with her juices.
His stomach clenched. His balls went so tight they were in agony.
“Stroke it,” he snarled. “Finger your clit, Sabella. I’m not going to last. Ah hell.” He shoved in deep, to the hilt, felt her muscles fluttering around him, gripping, clenching.
He couldn’t stop. He held her tight, feeling her legs wrap around his hips, her heels pressing into his ass as he began pumping inside her. Hard and deep.
She was crying his name. His name. Not her husband’s name. Sweet God have mercy on him, how had he stayed away from her? How had he remained separated from this woman for so many years? For even a day longer than he’d had to.
“Take me,” he groaned, barely biting back the words that would betray who he was. What he was. “Take me, damn you. Take all of me. All of me.”
She was arching, clenching, her pussy so tight, contracting around him as he felt her explode from the inside out.
Sabella existed in sensation. She was sensation. Pure, electric, nothing but energy and pulsing consuming pleasure as she felt herself coming apart in Noah’s arms. Dying in his arms and being reborn. Screaming out his name and feeling that pleasure. A pleasure she had sworn could never be felt twice. Only with one man. Only with one heart.
But she felt it pulsing through her and into him. Pulsing through him and into her. His come spurted inside her, deep and hot, filling her, sinking into her and becoming a part of her.
She jerked, twisted, arched to the extremity of the orgasm racing through her, and then finally collapsed back on the table. Sweat dampened, too tired to move, to breathe, to exist without his help.
And he was still hard.
She opened her eyes as he lifted her to him, remained connected to her in the most elemental fashion and carried her through the dark apartment to the big bedroom at the end of the building.
He laid her back in the bed, and moved within her again. Blue eyes so dark it hurt to stare into them. His hands hard, his voice so rough and gravelly it was almost another sensation against her overly sensitized flesh.
“I need you.” He shook his head, jaw clenching. “I need you more.”
Forever.
