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“On your back. Legs spread.”
“What if I don’t want to get on my back?” The snarky words slip free before I can swallow them.
I should have expected him to spank my ass, but the strength of the hit sends me rocking forward on my hands. The burn is a ghostly caress on my clit. I’m throbbing, so turned on it should be illegal considering he’s barely touched me.
“What was that?” he grits out.
I glance over my shoulder and lock my eyes on his towering figure at the edge of the bed. He’s shirtless, having discarded the damn T-shirt while I was too busy mouthing off. Black ink covers every available inch of thick muscle. It’s an intimidating sight to most people, but not to me. How can it be when amongst the harsh words and dark drawings, there are stars of all shapes and sizes woven in? The shooting star nestled between his pecs is the one I focus on. I’ve seen it a million times, but it means more in this moment than it ever has.
I was such a fool.
“Get on your back before I put you there myself,” he commands.
It’s such an appealing suggestion that I wiggle my ass and wait for him to follow through. The second smack makes me gasp, the burn intense. I don’t have a chance to find another breath before he’s tugging me by my ankles and spinning me onto my back. My chest shakes with the impact of the movement, and I grin, enjoying this far too much.
His eyes are two balls of flame as he watches me spread my legs and rest my palm on my pelvis, an inch from my pussy. The confidence I get from his approving stare has me bending my knees and pulling my legs up, exposing myself further.
“Now what?” I coo, tapping the mattress.
“Play with my pussy while I take my fucking jeans off.”
I throb at the gruff sound of his order. I’m too turned on to care that he referred to it as his. He can have it. Fuck, I want him to have it.
I dip my hand between my legs and find the slick lips of my pussy swollen with need. I’m moaning before I even touch my clit. The noise I make when I do find that spot is almost inhuman. Something beyond pleasure ricochets through me when I swirl one gentle circle around it.
I don’t realize I’ve closed my eyes until I hear his voice.
“How does it feel?”
My vision is blurry when I peel my eyes open and stare at him. He’s naked, all pale, inked skin. I gush arousal when I find his cock jutting between his legs, long, hard, and so fucking thick. I’ve never seen one so big. And I’ve definitely never had one that big inside of me before.
“Not as good as when you touch me,” I whimper through my dry mouth.
“I know. Keep going. Fuck your fingers.”
The air grows thick and heavy, pressing against my skin. I don’t bother fighting any longer. The tip of my finger sinks into my entrance, providing little relief to the ache inside of me. I need more, even after adding a second finger. My hips lift off the bed with each stroke along my inner walls, and frustration makes my eyes burn as the feeling of emptiness only grows worse.
“Noah,” I whine.
He answers me by wrapping a tattooed fist around his cock and squeezing before giving it one long stroke. He’s still keeping his piercing from me. I glare at his hand, a wave of possessiveness growing in my chest. I angrily pull my hand from between my legs and push onto my elbows.
“Absolutely not,” I hiss. He blinks to try and hide his surprise, but I see it. I’m unfairly angry at him for touching himself instead of letting me touch him. “That’s mine.”
His hand freezes. A strained breath is blown from his mouth.He likes my claim.
I rush toward him. Leaning over the edge of the bed, I grip him by the back of his neck and bring him down on the mattress. He catches himself above me and locks our eyes. I can see his every emotion like this. He’s letting me, I realize a beat later. It goes against every protective ward he’s scarred into his soul to give me this power over him, but he’s doing it anyway.
I yank his mouth to mine and sink into the ecstasy his kiss sparks. Warmth flows through my veins, mixing with the arousal already there. If I didn’t believe in any greater power in the universe, this right here would change my mind. Because there’s no other plausible explanation for the bond we share. The way we form two halves of the same soul. One half dark, one half light.
I sink my nails into his lower back and curl my legs around his waist. I’m done waiting. Done messing around and teasing. There’s time for that later. Right now, I think I could die without feeling him inside of me.
“Now, Noah. Please. I don’t want to wait anymore. Please don’t make me wait,” I rasp into his mouth. He swallows the words, his fingertips leaving invisible marks on my cheeks and jaw and neck as he touches me.
I shift my hips and feel the first touch of his cock against my entrance. The tip is already wet as it slides over my clit. I bite down hard on his lower lip and don’t release it until he opens his eyes again.
“Please,” I whisper again.
His throat moves with a swallow, and then I feel a hand move between our bodies. I shudder in relief at the first pass of his fingers over my entrance. He dips two fingers inside and holds them there as he watches me.
