Page 136 of Sardonic Burn

“I wasn’t asking,” he replies dryly. “I’m telling you. I’ve waited long enough for that. And judging by the way you’re gripping me, I’d say you’re not entirely against the idea.”

He starts moving me on his cock, up and down in a steady rhythm. He’s afraid he’ll break me if he goes any faster or harder, and it annoys me. I’m not a doll he can easily break. But it does give me a moment to think about it.

I’ve never given kids much thought. I’m not against having them, but I always thought it would come much later in life, when I’m married and in a better, more stable place in life. But given my profession, is there such a thing as the perfect timing?

“You’re overthinking,” he says and slams me down. A moan slips from my mouth, and my mind goes back to Hudson. “Why are you thinking so much about it when I’m right in front of you? Just think about me and how good I’m making you feel.”

I grab his shoulders to steady myself and start moving on my own. His lips find the sweet spot between my neck and shoulder, and he grazes his teeth lightly across the flesh.

My hand moves, and that’s when I uncover another very surprising thing.

A while ago, I bit Hudson’s shoulder. I felt my teeth penetrate his flesh, and I tasted his blood on my tongue. It was bound to leave a scar, but I never thought he would tattoo my teeth on his skin.

“You tattooed my teeth?”

He gives me a goofy grin. “Of course. It’s my favorite tattoo.”

His thumb comes down to my clit, rubbing and teasing it. His strokes are slow and as I pick up the pace, so does Hudson. It creates a whirlpool of sensations that slowly build in the pit of my stomach.

“You can be rougher,” I whisper. “It’s okay.”

That’s all the convincing Hudson needs. With a loud growl that sends shudders down my body, he starts moving his hips in the rhythm of my movements. My vision blurs and each time he hits my most sensitive spot, a small scream fills the room.

My heart races rapidly, the sensations almost too much for me to handle.

“Oh, God.” My eyes close as he starts thrusting, and he reaches depths I never knew were possible.

“I told you already, I’m no deity, baby. But I don’t mind your pretty moans of worship.”

“Hudson, give me more,” I groan out.

He stops, grabs my ass, and picks me up. I’m pinned against the wall in a moment, and it reminds me of the first time we had sex. This time, there’s so much more emotion, and it makes my stomach twist and turn in anticipation.

Hudson kisses me and starts thrusting in a violent manner without giving me any time to rest in between. Not that I need to rest; if I could do this for the rest of my life, I would.

He makes me feel so fucking good. His hands grip my waist to keep me in place, his lips on my jaw. He’s kissing and nibbling it, all while fucking me like a starved man. He’s acting like I’m the piece he’s been looking for, and he’s taking full advantage of this position.

And I fucking love it.

He’s groaning, his voice rough and deep. It makes a bubble of excitement burst in my chest, and I’m slowly losing my mind. His touches, his deep strokes combined with those sweet sounds are the most dangerous combination.

“I feel you clenching around me baby,” he groans. “Let go. Let it all go, and come on my cock.”

“Fuck,” I moan. “I’m so close, Hudson.”

“Me too, baby. Open your eyes and look at me while I fill you up.”

My eyes snap open, and I’m met with such an intense gaze that my pussy clenches around him. The depth of his stare, the love and the desire for me, overpower anything else, and it’s enough for me to start trembling as the waves of my orgasm start to crest.

“I see it in your eyes, Noelle,” he says. “But I’ll need you to use your words and tell me what you want.”

My bottom lip quivers. “I want you to come inside me, Hudson. Get me pregnant.”

Shock and surprise flash behind his forest-green eyes, and he immediately grins. He kisses me, pulls my bottom lip between his teeth, and grazes it a little before sucking on it.

“That’s my good girl,” he murmurs. “You’ll be a good girl and take all of it, won’t you?”

“Yes.” I nod, struggling to breathe.

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