Page 47 of White Wings of Desire

He pushes himself to his knees, his hand gripping the thigh of my leg draped over his shoulder, bruising my pale skin. His other hand reaches between us, wrapping his fingers around his cock to give himself a few strokes before positioning himself against my cunt. He rubs the head of his cock over my folds before thrusting through into my tight, waiting hole.

With ease, he splits me open and sinks in, inch by inch; he buries himself as deep as my body will allow. My heart hammers in my chest. Clutching the sheets beneath me, I feel every throb of my muscles around his intrusion, the delicious stretch is so familiar and yet it burns the same every time.

He comes to a halt, deep inside of me, our hips pressed flush against each other. His eyes are shut, and his chest rises with a long, deep breath before he retracts his hips, and his cock glides out of me, only for him to slam back into me. I throw my head back into the sheets, and a loud, throaty moan escapes me.

He tilts his head to the side of my foot resting on his shoulder, and nibbles at the skin of my ankle. His hips move in a steady rhythm, his thrusts deep and violent. The cries of pleasure roll out of my mouth with each loud slap of our wet skin against each other every time he thrusts into me. His breathing is labored, grunting each time the air escapes his lungs.

I push my shoulders into the mattress for extra support, my body bouncing back and forth in the soft sheets, meeting him halfway.

Goosebumps rise across my skin when he rests his hand on my lower abdomen, tracing the subtle curve of my slender stomach with his fingertips before laying his palm flat against my skin and pressing down. My body spasms, and I scream as he hits that one tiny, secret spot inside me. With each violent thrust against that spot, he drives me closer and closer to the edge of my second orgasm.

"More," I manage to say between the series of moans, lifting my lower back off the bed and rocking my hips against his.

Through heavy eyelids, I see the devilish grin on his face; he keeps the same pace, the same pressure on my belly, allowing me to ride the peak of pleasure until it crushes down on me with full force. I scream, my muscles spasm, and my whole body goes stiff. My muscles pulsate around his cock, penetrating me through my orgasm.

My heart is pounding in my chest, and my lungs burn as I fight for air between moans. My muscles are overwhelmed as he hits that sweet spot inside me again and again, dragging out the intoxicating sensation of my orgasm. Tears sting the corners of my eyes, my body screaming for relief. "Noah," I call to him.

He ignores me, his eyes closed, his lower lip caught between his lips, chasing his own release. His hips ram into me at a violent pace, my voice cracking from the sheer intensity of the impacts until his hips begin to stutter. His whole body jerks, and his muscles tense with one last thrust that drives him deep into me. He moans and bites down on my ankle. Hard.

I flinch at the sharp pain mixed with the overwhelming throbbing of his cock pumping his cum into me. The fuzzy heat of it warms my body from the inside out.

He lets go of my leg, and my foot falls from his shoulder to the mattress. He follows, melting into my body and dropping his full weight on top of me. I wrap my arms around his shoulders and press my face into his tangled hair. The mixture of sweat and cologne fills my lungs.

Tears of joy well up in the corners of my eyes as the intoxicating sensation of my orgasm fades and my mind begins to clear. This man in my arms, as much as I hate to admit it, has become my safe haven. He risked his reputation, went back on his contract, killed the man who wanted me dead and made my world a safe place again.

All because he wants me.

Loves me.

Despite everything he has done, he is the man I want to spend the rest of my life with. My heart flutters at the thought of being by his side for the rest of our days, him being my white picket fence, my happily ever after.

"I love you," I whisper in a trembling voice, the words slipping from my lips before I even have a chance to think about holding them back. Yet they feel right, as if they've been waiting to be said all along.

Epilogue

Noah

One month later.

If you love them, let them go. If they come back to you, it was meant to be. If they don't...

Bullshit.

Fucking bullshit.

I check the time on my smartwatch. It’s past midnight, and it has been exactly twenty-six hours, thirty-two minutes, and seventeen.

Eighteen.

Nineteen.

Twenty seconds since I last saw Evelyn.

I dropped her off at her apartment after taking her to dinner at one of her favorite restaurants that she hadn't been to since I kidnapped her two months ago. At least that's what she likes to call it. I still believe she came with me of her own free will.

It was our fifth official date. I was looking forward to taking her home, ending the night with a nice glass of wine, and then fucking her unconscious. But no, she came up with this fucking brilliant idea of an experiment to see what it would be like without one another.

I do like mind games, I really do, as long as they are fun. And this? This is anything but fun.

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