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His blue eyes flared as his hands went to my waist, and I didn’t say anything as he lifted me with ease, walking us over to set me on top of the bed. If I were a stronger person, I’d use my injuries to manipulate him into leaving me alone, but I wasn’t a stronger person. Right now, I wanted what I knew Noah was capable of, and I couldn’t deny it, even if it did make me the biggest hypocrite on the planet. At some point, I knew that I was going to have to draw a final line in the sand, only I had no idea which side of the line that I was going to end up on, and that frightened me more than anything.

When I’d finally woken up earlier, it’d been to Noah dressed in a white t-shirt and pair of black joggers, so it was nothing for him to undress in front of me, his hands automatically going to the hem of his shirt to whip it over his head, and he undressed the same way that he did everything else; with the confidence of a man that knew how proficient he was.

My breath caught in my throat as his shredded physique rippled with muscles, and it still surprised me how he didn’t have any tattoos. While they didn’t make a difference to me one way or the other, Noah’s absence of ink made him look clean-cut and respectable, which was the exact opposite of everything that he was. He was a stone-cold killer and could have very well orchestrated a hit on his own wife, something that I wasn’t even sure of anymore.

As soon as Noah rid himself of all his clothing, he dropped to his knees, and that didn’t surprise me in the least as that was his go-to move when he wanted to drive me out of my mind. It was his go-to move when he wanted to manipulate me.

I also never stopped him.

Chapter 29

Noah~

What Shea didn’t realize was that I was willing to do anything to keep her with me, and that included tying her to our bed and using her until she didn’t have the energy or strength to even think about leaving me again. It also wouldn’t be a hardship since her scent, taste, and sounds drove me out of my fucking mind whenever she surrendered to me.

After placing her thighs over my shoulders, I kissed the inside of her left thigh, and I hated how she tasted clean. While it wasn’t going to stop me from devouring her, I wanted her arousal coating my lips and tongue, not the scent of chamomile bubble bath. I wanted to taste my wife, not lotions, perfumes, or anything else that wasn’t her. Nevertheless, considering how Shea hated me and wanted a divorce, I’d take her any way that I could get her at this point.

The second that my tongue slid through her plump folds, Shea’s hands got lost in my hair, and when her hips pushed up against my face, I took her clit between my teeth, giving her a sting of pain with her pleasure, and like a good girl, she moaned for me, letting me know that she was game for whatever I wanted to do to her.

When the flavor of her began replacing the taste of chamomile, I slid two fingers inside her pussy, the hot paradise pulling me in like it knew who it belonged to. Her body sucked me in like it couldn’t get enough, and when I finally had her impaled on my cock, I wasn’t going to stop until she was screaming my name. If it was the last thing that I ever did, it was going to get her to stop calling me Mr. Murphy.

Shea’s hands tightened in my hair as she started begging, and my dick was raging to get to her. “Noah…please…”

“Tell me what you need, baby,” I rasped against her soaked cunt. “I’ll give you whatever you fucking want as long as you never leave me again.”

“Noah…” she choked out. “Oh, God…”

With my tongue back on her clit, I slid a third finger into her ass, and even though I knew that Shea was injured and that I needed to go easy on her, I was going to fuck that tight, hot, little orifice. Being our first time together, I’d be forced to go slow, which was what she needed with how she was still recovering from the shooting.

I pulled my head back to look as my fingers invaded her tight fuckholes, and my entire body screamed with how they both belonged to me. That smartass mouth of hers was another thing that belonged to me, but I knew better than to slide my dick into it while she still hated me. Shea would have no problem biting my cock off just to prove a point, so as much as it pained me, having my wife suck my dick was going to have to wait until she no longer wanted me dead.

“You like that, baby?” I asked, even though I already knew the answer.

“God, yes…” she mewled.

“Good,” I said before sliding a second finger into her ass. “Because I’m fucking your ass after you’re done cumming on my face, wife.”

Shea’s entire body tightened around me when I called her my wife, and that was proof enough that she wasn’t completely emotionally immune to me. I knew that I made her feel hate, anger, and lust, but that little reaction told me that she also felt something whenever I called her my wife.

“Cum for me, lass,” I ordered. “Cum on my face, so that I can do it again and again.”

“Noah, don’t stop…” she panted. “Please…please…don’t stop…”

Pushing my fingers into her deeper, her beautiful voice rang throughout the room as she came for me, her entire body a stunning sight of pleasure as tremors wracked every inch of her, her cries the most perfect thing that I’d ever heard.

Refusing to give her time to think, my fingers and tongue went back to work, and I didn’t stop until she was leaking all over the bed, her hands pushing at my head to get me to stop. As Shea did her best to come back down from Heaven, I grabbed her thighs, then pushed her up farther on the mattress, her compliant body obeying me perfectly. Her chest was heaving with exhaustion, but the rest of her was glistening with pleasure, and her cunt was leaking like a sieve as it clenched sporadically in the aftermath of three mind-blowing orgasms.

My eyes quickly checked to makes sure that her arm wasn’t bleeding through the bandage, and once I was satisfied that her arm and head were okay, I grabbed her thighs again, then yanked her ass towards me. Wasting no time, I slid my rock-hard dick into her wet cunt, and I couldn’t stop the low groan as I gave her every inch, her white cream coating me to my balls.

“Fuck, lass,” I grunted, the wet noises coming from her pussy making me feel high as fuck. “Your cunt feels like fucking paradise.”

“Noah…” she whimpered as her head pushed back into the mattress, her neck strained and bare, ready for me to take a bite out of it. “Oh, God…”

With my hands gripping her tender flesh, I held her firmly as I started fucking her in long, deep, deliberate strokes, her pussy pulling me in perfectly with each thrust. I stared down at where our bodies were joined, and she was so fucking wet that I could hardly breathe with how much I wanted her. Shea might hate me, but her body wanted to belong to me, and we both knew it.

“This pussy is mine, baby,” I told her as her hands fisted in the comforter. “While all of you belongs to me, this pussy has got my fucking name on it.”

“Noah…please…”

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