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One hand gripping her hip, he tugged his cock back, the crest only poised inside her as he gave a hard, fast thrust inside her again.
Sabella nearly exploded. She felt the vibrations slam inside her before he stopped, not quite filling her yet, a ragged snarl falling from his lips as she screamed his name.
“Again. Scream for me again, Sabella. Scream my name.” He pulled back. “Who’s fucking you, Sabella?”
The hard penetration filled her with him. Her hips jerked, writhed. “Noah,” she screamed his name. “Oh God. Noah.”
“Yeah. Oh yeah.” He ground against her, his pubic bone rotating against her clit as he thrashed, her legs lifting, wrapping around his hips as she fought for that last bit of pressure that would send her hurtling into release.
“Yeah, baby. Scream my name. Noah’s fucking you. Taking you.” He pulled back. “Who does this sweet hot pussy belong to?”
He impaled her, pressed hard and fast inside her, and she screamed his name again.
“Damn right. Noah. Noah’s fucking you.”
Sabella opened her eyes, staring up at him in dazed need, watching his expression contort, his eyes burn brighter, darker. Then he was pushing inside her hard and fast again, and he didn’t stop.
The sound of flesh slapping, deep wet penetration, and her own screams filled her ears. Each slamming thrust ground him against her clit, threw her higher, harder, until she was crying out, beginning, and then exploding into such rapturous, perfect pleasure that she could feel herself becoming lost within the sensations ripping through her.
She heard him. He cried out her name, his ruined voice agonized as two more thrusts buried him deeper, harder, and then he was jerking inside her, against her, filling her with the heated hard pulses of his release.
He filled the interior of the truck with the scent of sex and satisfaction. His scent. Her scent. They mingled, marked them, marked the seats and the vehicle and marked her soul.
When he collapsed over her, his arms wrapping around her, folding her in his powerful hold, Sabella had to fight to hold back her tears, her need for explanations.
She had her husband’s body, held all the dark passion she had only glimpsed in him before, but she didn’t have his trust.
It was a hard blow, the realization that he didn’t trust her, that he trusted his brother, but not her.
Her arms tightened around him and a single tear slid from her eye before she could battle the rest back.
For whatever reason, he was here now. Here, and hungry for her. He was still hard inside her, moving slow and easy against her, filling her ears with his ragged breaths and his gentleness.
“One more time.” He nipped at her ear, then kissed her neck, and his hips moved, pulling his erection, still thick and hard, back, until only the crown was poised inside her, before pushing inside her again.
Slow and easy. He took her slow and easy. His lips whispered over hers, sipped at them. His tongue tasted them and slid against hers like rough velvet.
And his gaze held hers. Fierce. So bright. Agonized and filled with emotions she was certain he didn’t know he was showing.
His jaw was locked tight. He wasn’t speaking now. He was forcing the words back. Forcing back that guttural vow he had always given her in Gaelic. The promise he had always made with his heart and with his body.
“Don’t stop,” she whispered, lifting her hand to his rough cheek, holding him to her, relishing the feel of his body sliding against hers. “Never, Noah. Never stop.”
Their breathing was rough in the steamy heat of the truck cab. Their flesh slipped and slid against each other, against the leather seats. He groaned and his pace increased. His jaw tightened.
“Never stop,” she cried out as she felt the ribbons of pleasure snapping inside her again, jerking her against him as she cried out his name. “Oh God, Noah. Never stop.”
Noah pumped inside her, his release spurting with agonized pleasure inside her as he felt the final assault to his senses easing.
She had always done this to him. Always made him insane to take her, as many times as he could take her. But now, that need was like a steady flame inside him. Having her enough would never happen.
He pulled her into his arms as they fought for breath, his body curled around hers on the makeshift bed of the truck cab, the leather wet beneath them.
He let his hands stroke over her, ease her. Her back was to his chest, his hips spooned against her, and he should have been uncomfortable. He wasn’t. He was holding her, brushing her hair back from her face before kissing her brow gently.
“Okay?” he whispered as he felt her breathing finally steady.
Her little laugh was thready, almost tearful.
