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“I’ll make you work for it.”
“Is that right?”
“Guaranteed.”
“That’s fine. I’m good with that—just turns me on more.”
Our kiss was on fire as he controlled his passion and slowed down, breathing with me, as if we shared one set of lungs.
“I’ve never… loved anyone… this way,” Noah confessed.
Holding his face, I drowned in him all over again. He kissed me fervently as we coupled together. His pleasurable groansfilled my ears like a sensual symphony that made me tremble. Hearing him whisper my name was enough to have me fully aroused.
“I’m never letting you go,” he said, supporting his weight above me.
“What if I run?”
“I’ll chase your ass down faster than you can blink.”
“Is that right?” I laughed, kissing him.
“You’re mine.”
He steered himself into my core with a powerful thrust, as if to assert his alpha being. Every muscle on his body tightened and flexed; a stunning display of his godhood. I felt the force of his speed slamming into my cervix, causing a numbing pain mixed with pleasure as he showed off his unstoppable stamina. Noah groaned and cursed under his breath, holding back his release.
“That’s it, baby.” He kissed my neck. “Come for me again.”
My body surrendered to his will, releasing an earth-shattering orgasm as I writhed in euphoria.
Guiding my thighs off his shoulders, Noah kissed my forehead and made my skin tingle.
“I love the way you moan for me.”
I wanted love marks all over my body; I would have proudly shown mine off.
Hickies: the visible war wounds of passionate lovemaking.(Cited from Aria Hunter’s “Personal Definitions.”)
“I’m sorry I got wild,” Noah murmured in my ear.
“I think you should get wild more often.” I pulled his face to my lips. “Do you really love me?”
I knew the answer. I just liked to hear him say it.
“Love isn’t an adequate word to express what I feel for you.” He kissed me, as if he were unburdening his soul.
We made love through the night until the early hours of the morning. It was sinful; it was passionate; it was everything I ever wanted. All I felt was love. Uncontaminated love.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
ARIA
At dawn, the blackness of the sky had faded, welcoming a beautiful sunrise on the horizon, bathing our bedroom with warmth. The melting wax had snuffed out the flames of the candles, but the aromatic scent of incense and roses still permeated the air. A live podcast quietly played in the background while I lay in bed next to Noah.
“…And our next track is by Amurai, ‘Love & Light (Downtempo Mix)’ taken from ‘Armada Lounge, Volume six’ album,”said the radio host.“You’re listening to Anjunadeep, live on Digital Airway!”
Satellite radio was so much better. You wouldn’t have to listen to ten minutes of annoying advertisements.
The sound of the ocean blended beautifully with the soothing instrumentals as I listened to the tide crashing upon the shore. This moment was perfect. It was a little piece of Heaven with the man I loved.
