Page 110 of Undone

His mouth was unleashed—hungry and urgent, and I could feel him harden against me.

“My bed,” he growled between fevered kisses. “Now.”

He slid his hands under my legs, lifting me effortlessly and wrapping them around his waist. Carrying me through the house, he pushed into his room, kicking the door shut behind us. Clothes disappeared in a blur—my soaked dress slopping to the floor with a thud.

His fingers traced my cheekbone with a surprising tenderness, but his mouth was devouring me as though he couldn’t get enough. We were a tangle of limbs, our bodies moving in sync, both of us caught in the storm we’d created, the chaos only driving us deeper into each other.

He bent down, capturing my nipple between his mouth. A moan escaped me that I was unable and unwilling to hold back. Now that I had him, I wanted him, all of him, everywhere.

He moved us to the bed, setting me down gently.

“Noah,” he started.

“Need you. Now,” I whimpered against his lips, the words spilling out in a breathless string.

“Yes, ma’am.”

He stood in the dim room, the only light spilling through the window in pale slivers. The moonlight touched the edges of his figure, illuminating the sharp lines of his jaw and the subtle flex of his muscles. The rest of him remained cloaked in darkness, a silhouette framed by the glow of the night.

“Off,” I said, pointing to the last remainder of his clothes. His eyes darkened. “Now.”

“Maybe I could get used to you taking charge.” He ushered them down his muscular thighs and started stroking himself. “Now, it’s your turn,” he said, nodding to my panties that were still on. “Wait, I take that back.” He leaned over me, peppering my legs with kissing as he worked his way up. “I want to do it.”

He grabbed the lace, pulling it down gently, his heated gaze fixed on me. After he pulled them off, he stood at the edge of the bed again, watching.

“Please, Dorian.”

He grinned. “Hmm. I like this. My name coming out of your mouth as you lie naked and needy in my bed.”

He walked over to the nightstand, grabbing a condom and rolled it along himself. My mouth salivated simply looking at him. In one quick motion, he was hovering over me again, staring at me.

“Please,” I repeated, my desire ready to swallow me whole.

And then he filled me, stretching me, every inch of him deep inside, leaving me breathless. The sensation was a mix of heat and fullness, a pressure that both burned and soothed at once. It was overwhelming, like nothing else existed but him, filling every space of me, claiming me in a way that left me dizzy, my body trembling beneath him.

“Oh fuck.” My words came out in quick pants as we found our rhythm.

“Baby, you feel so good.”

I bucked my hips up, causing a groan to slip from his mouth. He leaned into me, letting his head rest on my shoulder as he continued to move in the perfect motion as my release started building.

“Fuck, Noah. It’s too good. You are too fucking good.”

He gripped my hips, and my eyes fluttered shut, knowing it would leave marks—marks that claimed me, that made mehis.

“Noah, eyes on me. I need to watch as you come undone for me.”

My eyes snapped open at the command. The look on his face was unlike anything I’d ever seen before—completely consumed by desire, raw and unrestrained.

Our movements grew faster, and I relished it all.

I whimpered. “More, I need more, Dorian.”

“Baby, I’m taking this all in. Don’t rush me.”

He lifted up slightly, placing his hand between us and finding my clit. He pushed down, moving in circles, and I was suddenly spiraling, my orgasm ripping through me. His mouth was back on mine, stealing my moans.

His groan filled the room, raw and deep, as his release tore through him. He collapsed onto me, his weight a welcome pressure. I wanted him close, no longer holding back, and I was relieved to finally have him completely, without reservation.

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