Page 88 of Noah

His mouth popped open in shock, and his body felt heavier. He blinked and peered down at her. “The blood I smelled?” He licked his lips nervously.

Adrienne yanked on her arm determined to get a bit of freedom. He released her wrist but kept his arm above her. She hoped he wasn’t scared to touch her.

She reached up, gently touching his chest. He shuddered as she walked her fingers up his shoulders and around his neck. “I give you worse scratches in the heat of the moment than that little pinch you gave me.”

His eyes flared, and Adrienne almost laughed as she saw him fighting between disbelief, indignation, and relief.

She pressed her fingers hard against his skin with her nails gripping him. She moved into him, closing the scant inch left between them.

With his body more relaxed she found she could swivel her hips. She did it once and Noah’s eyes snapped to her.

“Trust yourself, you weren’t going to hurt me.” Adrienne lined them up. She didn’t need foreplay, she was ready, and she knew he would make up for it later. “I trust you,” she whispered.

His eyes filled with something—over-protective possession and she could have sworn guilt.

Before she could think too deeply about it, he was sliding home.

Inch by delicious inch.

Her breath caught. She was ready, but it still felt like he was stretching her impossibly wide making her gasp.

His cock slowly fed into her as Noah took his time, letting her adjust. It was an exquisite sort of torture to be looking into his eyes as her body gave way to him bit by bit and where she could feel his width and heat.

How deep he went, not just with his body but like he was going inside her and stealing pieces. Would he give them back or keep them?

Did she care?

One last sharp thrust and he was fully seated inside her. His forehead rested on hers. His breathing deepened like he was trying to calm himself and keep himself still and in control.

Adrienne’s lips found his jaw, kissing butterfly kisses along it. Down to the corner of his mouth that twitched under her loving ministrations.

She whispered into his mouth again, “I trust you. Let go.”

He shuddered, then snapped.

His mouth captured hers with bruising intensity. His hand found her thigh and hoisted it up almost pulling it up to his shoulder.

Her thigh burned, but it was a good burn. It stretched and added to the pleasure rippling under her skin. Noah’s intense stare as he pounded into her made her chest swell and her lips tremble.

The hand not holding her thigh up, tugged her head back by her hair, never pulling, but firm and authoritative, making sure she kept eye contact with him and that she couldn’t look away from who was claiming her body.

And not just her body.

Adrienne moaned when she caught the fierce claiming look in his eyes.

Oh God, he did want her.

If ever she doubted it or thought, she was just convenient as the only female he knew then…she was wrong.

That one look was everything; he said nothing, but then he didn’t need to.

His hips rocked into hers like he was like a machine. He let go of her leg with a squeeze. “Keep it there,” he instructed as she started to lower it, and at his words, she whipped it back up interested in what he would do next.

His hand clasped around her neck, and he arched her back, pulling her close. Noah still held her hair, controlling her head and body completely.

He kissed her so hard and fast that she barely had time to breathe or think. Noah kissed her like he wanted this moment fixed in her mind forever. There was a certain desperation as he branded her until she forgot everything but his name.

When he let her up for air, he kept her neck arched, her mouth against his, breathing the same warm, pleasure-filled air.

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