Page 28 of Creatures in the Night

My hands automatically went to his shoulders when I felt his fingers slide between my thighs. I hadn’t expected him to be here when I’d gotten out of the shower, so I hadn’t bothered putting anything on underneath the robe, but it wouldn’t have made a difference. If anything, Noah had proven that the other night.

“Whether it’s your hair, neck, skin, tits, or pussy, you always smell so fucking good, baby,” he said, his lips back on my stomach. “It drives me fucking crazy.”

Don’t believe him.

Despite how I was trying to condition my mind to be stronger than what my body wanted, I still let out a low moan when I felt Noah slide two fingers inside me, my hands tightening on his shoulders. My arousal hit my ears like thunder vibrating across the sky, a warning of what was to come. When his thumb stretched up to play with my clit, my moans only got louder. It was humiliating, and I wanted nothing more than to be able to control them, but I couldn’t.

“Oh, God…”

However, before I could lose myself in what he was doing, Noah pulled his fingers from my body, and when those cerulean-color orbs looked up at me, I’d never wanted to hate someone so much for how gorgeous they were.

Without a word, I watched as Noah pushed his sweats and boxers down over his legs, then kick them aside. He was rock-hard, and the size of him had heat crawling down my spine. People could say what they wanted about the motion of the ocean, but there wasn’t anything quite like having a long, thick, hot dick stretching you open, refusing to let you escape it.

My chest started heaving as Noah’s hands reached up to push the robe off my shoulders. When the cotton fell effortlessly to the floor, I stood before him naked again, and everything that made me a woman wanted to believe that the fire in his eyes really was for me and no one else.

Noah’s eyes raked me up and down before he said, “Sit on my lap.”

Everything in me screamed to argue with him, but I’d just be poking the bear again, and there’d be no telling what Noah might do then. I could see him taking me to some sleazy strip club, then fucking me in front of everyone just to make his point. Noah Murphy was the type of man that would win at all costs, no matter who was paying the price.

So, placing my hands back on his shoulders, I crawled on the bed, straddling him, the heat from his cock practically searing me. He felt so goddamn good, and even with a gun to my head, I couldn’t lie about that.

Noah’s hands automatically went to my breasts, and his lips and tongue were on me before I could beg him to stop. “When it’s just me and you, I don’t want you wearing a bra,” he ordered. “In this bedroom, you’ll be dressed for display, baby.”

“Noah…” I whimpered, his teeth nipping at my left nipple, my hips already moving over him.

“When I slide my hands up your shirt, I want to feel your tits, not your bra,” he went on, making me drip on him. “When I slide my hands down your pants, I want to feel your pussy, not your panties. I want access to you at all times in here, Shea. That’s not a request, either.” Letting go of my breasts, Noah reached for my hips before adding, “Now, ride my cock, baby.”

Pathetically needing the connection, I reached between our bodies, then positioned Noah’s dick where I needed it in order to slide down his length. As soon as the head of his cock breached my opening, I let out a strangled cry, not realizing that I was still slightly sore from the other night. It felt uncomfortable but incredible all at the same time.

“Sit on all nine inches, baby,” he ordered. “Show me what a good lass you can be.”

“It hurts,” I blurted, not meaning to.

Noah’s arms reached around the back of my shoulders, and when his hands turned inward, he pushed me down hard, impaling me on his length, and I let out a cry that could be heard on the other side of our bedroom door. He’d stolen my breath with how deeply he was lodged inside me, and I felt like I’d just been injected with the deadliest of drugs.

“Good,” he said, his lips hot against my neck. “And when everyone asks you what’s wrong tomorrow at work, you’re going to tell them that you’re sore from your husband fucking you all night long.”

“Oh, Christ…” I choked out, my body tightening around him, flooding him like a whore.

“You’re going to tell them that you’re sore from taking your husband’s cock like a good slut all fucking night long,” he went on.

“Oh, God…Noah…Christ…” I begged as he started moving beneath me, me not riding him at all, but him fucking me from where he sat. “Noah…”

“That’s right, baby,” he grunted. “What am I?”

My eyes snapped open. “Noah…” I panted.

Noah shook his head. “That’s who I am, lass,” he said. “Now tell me what I am.”

“My husband…” I cried out as he pushed deeper into me.

“And what are you?” he asked, practically snarling the question.

“Your…oh, God…your wife…” I answered, my body already at the edge.

“You’re my fucking wife, and I’m your husband, and there is only us, Shea,” he swore. “Only us.”

“Noah…” I cried out, my body seizing beautifully. “Noah…”

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