Page 161 of Teacher's Pet

His breath is uneven, his body rigid against mine. "Desperately."

Good," I murmur, brushing my lips along his jaw. "Because right now, the only thing I want is for you to touch me like you did in that bathroom… and make me forget, just for a second, what our reality is."

I move to his ear, my voice nothing but a sultry whisper.

"Fuck me like you love me, Noah."

That’s all it takes.

A sharp growl rumbles from his chest as his hands clamp onto my ass, lifting me effortlessly, hoisting my legs around his waist. There’s nothing careful about the way he carries me, his steps full of purpose and hunger.

He throws me onto the bed, my body bouncing against the mattress, breath hitching as he spreads my thighs apart, his hands gripping my flesh possessively. But just as he reaches to rip my dress open, I press the sharp point of my heel against his shoulder, stopping him.

His dark eyes flick to mine, burning, questioning.

"Beg, Noah," I whisper, my voice dripping with control. "You’re still earning me back. So beg for it."

His mouth curls into a sinful smirk, amusement flickering behind his hunger.

Lowering himself, he presses his lips to the inside of my thigh, slow, deliberate.

"For you, Ana?" he murmurs against my skin. "I’d beg until my voice gives out." He nips at my flesh, sending shivers racing through me. "But right now, I want to hear you beg for me to ram my cock inside of you."

I barely get the chance to react before his hands tighten in the fabric of my dress.

With one swift, aggressive pull, he rips it apart, the sound sharp, thrilling, sending a rush straight to my core. The torn fabric flutters to the side, leaving me exposed in nothing but my underwear, my body burning beneath his heated gaze.

His hardened length drags along my stomach as he leans over me, still trapped behind his pants, teasing, tormenting.

I reach for him, craving him, but he’s faster.

Grabbing the back of his shirt, he yanks it off in one swift motion before shoving me back down by my throat, pinning me to the mattress.

"Not so fast, baby," he rasps, his grip tightening just enough to make my breath hitch. "You wanted me to beg? Then let’s see how long you last before you’re the one begging for me."

Reaching for his discarded tie on the floor, my fingers barely graze the silk before Noah’s grip locks around my wrist.

"Not so fast," he murmurs, amusement laced in his voice.

In one smooth motion, he coils the tie tightly around my wrists, securing them together with expert precision. Then, without warning, he tugs, dragging me with him as he leans back against the headboard.

My pulse pounds as he settles into position, his legs spread wide, his presence commanding.

Then his hands move to his belt.

My breath catches, mouth watering as he tugs his pants down, his cock springing free...thick, hard, already leaking for me.

He nestles me between his legs, the heat of his body searing against my skin as he lifts my bound wrists, tying them to the headboard.

Trapped.

Pinned.

My hands are completely useless, held high and out of reach, while my body is pressed firmly against him, his cock rubbing against the small of my back, teasing me with its heat, its promise.

"How wet are you, princess?" he murmurs, trailing his hands over my breasts, his thumbs circling my nipples before pinching them between his fingers.

I gasp, back arching, only for his lips to latch onto my neck, sucking, biting, marking me.

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