Page 135 of Sardonic Burn

THIRTY-SIX

Athousand-year-old hunger is in this kiss.

His sweet tongue darts over my lips, and I part them. It makes my head go empty. His hand intertwines with my hair at the back, and he pulls me closer to his body. He’s quick to use his free hand to pull us up, then he pushes me against the glass window.

I shiver under his touch, his scent fills my senses, and my knees almost give in. His kisses are rough, overflowing with passion and need. He groans against my lips and continues to swirl his tongue against mine. The taste of whiskey provokes a small moan from me.

Hudson smirks against my lips.

He lets go of my head, picks me up, and carries me back to his leather chair. He sits down with me on his lap, wraps his arms around my waist, and pulls me as close as possible.

“Hudson.” I break the kiss. “We’re in a fucking club.”

“So? No one will disturb us, and no one can see us.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

His hands travel from my waist up to my collarbone, then he starts touching the little lace scarf that’s wrapped around my throat. I grab his hand, holding it in place. His eyes snap to mine, and he’s waiting for an explanation.

“Don’t look at it.” I swallow. “It’s hideous.”

His jaw clenches. “I don’t give a shit. It’s mine to look at. Move your hand.”

My hand shakes as I put it in my lap and close my eyes. Slowly, he unties the fabric, and it falls to the floor without making a sound. The silence is deafening. I’m not sure how many minutes pass with him just staring at the scar. It’s three inches long and although it’s not thick, it’s still swollen, and it will be that ugly purple shade for quite some time.

His fingertips gently trace around it, and I flinch. When I open my eyes, I see the hurt and pain flash behind his stare. It hurts to see how much it affects him, and I don’t know what to do.

Slowly, I grab his hand and place a soft kiss on his wrist.

“Noelle,” he whispers and brings his eyes to mine. “Never do anything like that again. Do you fucking understand me? I can’t lose you.”

I nod. “I won’t. I promise.”

He kisses me again. This time, it’s much more dominant. It’s greedier. He can’t get enough of me. His hands are all over my body. He’s quick to unbutton my shirt, take it off, and toss it to the side. There are a few scars here and there—marks from thetaser—but it’s not too bad. I’m just insecure because I’ve never seen my body in a similar state. It’s usually me who gives people scars like this.

He starts unbuttoning my pants, and I stand up, suddenly forgetting all about our location. He pulls my pants and underwear down and starts kissing my thighs. It’s the first time he hasn’t bitten or left a mark anywhere, but I can only guess that it’s because I’m already covered in too many scars.

He stops, looking up at me for permission as his fingers hook around his belt. I nod, and he takes off his belt and the rest of his clothes, allowing it to fall to his ankles. His cock is hard already, and it’s enough to make me beyond wet. He tugs me forward, and I’m back on his lap, grinding against his dick.

He groans and immediately brings his head to my chest, kissing over the bra before he tugs it down. The straps snap, and he grins. With an eye roll, my head falls back, and he starts sucking and teasing my erect nipples. One with his mouth, one with his fingers. He tugs on it lightly, and a moan escapes my throat.

“God, Noelle,” he grits out. “You’re so fucking perfect. And you’re all mine.”

I shudder at the sensation, my lips parting ever so slightly. I feel myself growing more aroused as time passes, but Hudson takes his sweet time. He’s touching every inch of my skin that he can, placing soft, tender kisses all over my flesh. He stops around the mark on my throat and is very careful in that area.

He grips my waist, and I stand up slightly.

I grab his cock, and it twitches in my hand as I position it at my entrance. I’m too needy to continue with this teasing game. I’ve been missing him like fucking crazy, and it’s impossible for me to hold back anymore.

In one, swift thrust, I lower myself on him and cry out. It’s been a while, but it feels so fucking good. He reaches the deepest parts of me, and I sit there for a moment, letting myself adjust to his girth.

He hisses, and a lazy grin tugs on the corner of his lips.

“Noelle,” he says with a little laugh. “I’m getting you pregnant tonight.”

My eyes widen. “What? No.”

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