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His forehead landed on hers, and his hand moved down her body. “I love you,” he whispered.

Only it was so low she wasn’t sure she heard it and didn’t want to ruin the moment by demanding he tell her he loved her.

His hand spread between them, fingers resting on that glorious bundle of nerves, and when he began flicking it, she swore she saw stars. He circled her bud and pounded into her so hard that her body moved with every thrust.

Oh, but what a way to go, she thought as her eyes rolled in her head and she moaned.

He pulled on her hair like he didn’t like losing her eyes, and when she snapped them open, it was to find his greedy gaze drinking her in.

Her cry was loud and turned into a scream as he shifted his hips, and his cock hit a deep spot inside her that pushed her over the edge. Noah growled his approval and snapped his hips over and over again.

His finger moved faster, drawing out her orgasm, and she swore there were shooting stars behind her eyelids.

She was a sobbing mess as he drew it out. He watched every facial expression she made. Just when she thought he might keep teasing her, that he would drive her insane, that she was close to screaming down the forest, and finally, he slammed into her in three fast strokes.

Noah’s growls were nowhere near as loud but just as satisfied, and when he fell to the side, he pulled her into the cocoon of his arms. They didn’t say anything, but words weren’t needed.

Adrienne found a satisfied grin stretching her lips obscenely wide. She probably looked like a clown, but she didn’t care. Noah had just given her the best damn sex of her life, controlling her every move.

She fell asleep imagining him controlling her body and making her feel so alive again.

She awoke with a groan and rolled over, expecting to find a hard floor, and rolled over on her mattress, finding herself with a face full of Noah’s scent but no Noah.

She lifted her head and looked around to find herself alone.

Deciding to shower before she found him, she went into the bathroom, turned it on, and climbed in.

Gasping as the wintry blast cleared her head and woke her fully, she sighed as the warm water trickled through and started soaping up her body.

When she finished, Adrienne turned the dial and stepped out, grabbing a towel off the rack, and drying herself quickly.

Pulling on a plain white tee and stepping into jeans, she hopped along as she shoved her feet into fluffy socks.

Adrienne walked to the kitchen looking for Noah and found it empty.

Frowning Adrienne tried his room thinking he might have left to shower or slept in his bed, but it was empty.

Shrugging she made a cup of chamomile tea. The aroma was as relaxing as the tea itself. She took it to the spare room where her art supplies were and stopped dead in the doorway.

Noah was standing in the middle of the room looking at her paintings.

Well, he was looking at one in particular.

The image she had painted with her heart in her hand and her breath burning her throat.

In the left corner of the painting dark colours and shadows moved as if cloaking the person, and faded steel bars were over the lower half of the image.

Then began the start of a tiger’s body at the bottom bleeding magnificently into a male, his face so like Noah’s, and hidden half in darkness. The other half of him was dancing in the light. The colours reached in like something growing, creeping along the canvas until it showed them a glimpse of the future.

A small city in the top right hand embedded in the cloud of colour, cleverly disguised amongst a living forest. It was unmistakably Moon.

She had curled one of his fists around the bar on the left side then an impulsive decision had gripped her when she had painted her hand reaching out of the light into the dark towards him.

His hand was almost but not quite touching hers.

The dark side of the canvas was a blend of pencil and chalk, giving it a dark, gritty edge. A wealth of pain and grief was imprinted in that half because Adrienne had embedded everything terrible that happened, not only to Noah but all the Numbers in that half.

The brighter, more hopeful side had colour in abundance. Bright tiny flowers fell down the page as if being blown from a blossom tree. Half his face and hand out of the cage on that side of the painting represented hope.

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