Page 141 of Sardonic Burn

She’s lethal.

Dangerous.

Alluring.

And all mine.

She tilts her head up and stares at me. Immediately, I see the twisted arousal in her eyes. Noelle takes a deep breath and blinks.

“Your clothes. Off. Now.”

I raise an amused brow. “Damn, alright. Right here?”

She nods. “There’s a perfectly usable table right there.”

With a smirk, I start removing my clothes, piece by piece. Noelle’s eye twitches, and she rips my shirt apart before I get the chance to pull it over my head. My cock hardens at the sight of her being that needy, and I can’t help but indulge her.

I strip her out of her shorts and toss them to the side, along with her underwear. She’s left in the blood-soaked shirt that reaches just below her ass. Fucking hell, this is one of the hottest things I’ve witnessed.

She grabs my face and pulls me into a heated kiss, the wet blood from her hands transferring onto my face. I lick her bottom lip, and she parts it, allowing me full access. Fuck.

I’m completely addicted.

There’s nothing left in me except the need to own her entirely. And I do. She’s mine, body, mind, and soul. Her sweet tongue darts along mine, perfectly in sync. She moans into the kiss, grabbing me, touching me, and dragging her nails wherever she can. My body is a blank canvas for all the marks she wants to leave, and I’ll gladly take anything she gives me.

Noelle lowers her hand and starts stroking my cock through the thin material of my boxers, and I hiss in her mouth, biting her lip until I can taste the metal on my tongue. Noelle squeezes my cock before she slips her hand inside of the underwear, pulling it out.

She starts to go down on her knees, but I grab her shoulders and pull her back up.

“Not today, baby.” I kiss her jaw. “I need you now, and I need to hear you scream my name.”

She chuckles, and I pick her up, setting her on the wooden table. Immediately, she parts her legs, and I go down on my knees. I don’t waste any time and attack her sweet pussy with my tongue. She grabs my hair and pulls my face closer to her sensitive clit, moaning.

“Hudson,” she screams out when I add a finger in, my tongue swirling and pressing against her clit. I look up to see her staring at me. Her eyes are glossy and red, and she’s crying.

“Don’t you dare stop,” she grits out and closes her eyes.

I grab her thighs and push her legs farther apart, watching as her head falls back. With each lick, her voice gets louder, and her body starts trembling in ecstasy. She’s getting close. Soon enough, she pushes my head against her as much as possible.

“Come on my tongue, baby. Let me taste you.”

It’s all it takes for her to come undone. I lap up all of her sweet juices, making sure not to waste a single drop. Her body squirms, and she slowly releases the tight grip on my hair when she comes back down from the intense orgasm.

Her heavy breathing fills my ears, and small droplets of sweat fall down her forehead. They mix with the blood on her face, and it’s like I become a madman, obsessed with the scene in front of me. I only wish I had a camera on me to capture this picture-perfect moment.

I take her ankles and pull her forward a little, then position the tip of my cock at her entrance. Without a warning, I push inside in a long, steady thrust. Noelle digs her nails in my shoulders, the ache only intensifying my need to fuck her until all she can see are stars.

“Fuck me, Hudson,” she whimpers. “Fuck me so hard that I’ll feel you for weeks after.”

I chuckle. “I always do, baby.”

My hands go under her shirt, touching her breasts and squeezing them. Her lips part, and her eyes don’t move from my face. I want to touch every inch of her skin, kiss every visible surface until all the wounds the motherfucker left behind have healed entirely.

With a small growl, I start moving at a faster pace.

Noelle likes it rough, so I give her all of it. I slam into her, and the sound of our bodies colliding together fills the room. Her pretty sounds are like the best melody. She’s like a siren, and she’s lured me deeply into her clutches. But despite that, I don’t want to leave. I want to be with this pretty siren of mine until death do us part. Even then, she’ll be by my side because I’m not letting go.

“You were fucking made for me,” I groan when her walls clench down on me, my cock twitching inside her. “Jesus, Noelle. You really want to be filled up, huh?”

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