Page 28 of Spring Forward

“You’re mine,” he grunts as he lifts me slightly and notches the head of his cock at my entrance.

My head falls back, the anticipation of him being deep inside of me almost too much for me to bear. “Yes,” I hiss as I wiggle and try to impale myself on his length.

He doesn’t let me.

The grip he has on me is firm. Punishing. A reminder of the way I’ve denied him, the way I tried to keep distance between us out of fear.

He doesn’t say the words, doesn’t accuse me, but I don’t need him to. Because I can feel it.

When I’m panting and tears threaten to spill over where I’m barely holding them back because the need I have for him is overwhelming, Noel takes pity on me. I shriek when he yanks me downward, filling me with one animalistic thrust.

One moment I’m far too empty.

And the next I’m far too full.

The feeling of Noel Burns buried balls deep inside of me is one I don’t think I’ll ever get used to. And one I’ll never be able to give up.

“Ride me,” he snarls.

And I do. Oh, I ride him like this is the last chance for us to breathe the same air, feel each other’s skin, and move together.

He thrusts upward every time I drop down. The way the head of his cock slides over my g-spot has me seeing stars. My movements become erratic as I fuck him harder, needing more and chasing it with everything I am.

“That’s it,” he encourages me, take your pleasure, Freckles. You have no idea how fucking sexy you are right now as you take what’s yours.”

My moans become wails of bliss. When I come down on him and the walls of my pussy are stretched to the max, I grind my hips and give my clit the friction I need. My body shudders as my thighs clench and I almost can’t move with how fucking good it feels.

Noel doesn’t stop though. His grip tightens on my hips, and he lifts me up before slamming me back down. He fucks me as I teeter on the edge. It feels like I can’t breathe, but I don’t need to. Not when he’s inside me.

“I feel,” I gasp, “so full.”

He clenches his jaw so hard that he becomes a study of strength and control. Control I want to see snap. Strength I revel in and soak up to make it my own.

The snarl on his face has me falling over the edge. Stars dance across my vision, and I moan loudly, not caring if anyone can hear me. Let them. They should know that this man owns me.

Completely.

With the raw power coming from him, I never stood a chance. It wasn’t worth the fight. He does something to me. He makes me feel brave.

“So fucking tight,” he grits out, his fingers a punishing reminder of how close he is to losing himself in me.

It only takes a few more thrusts and then the warmth of his cum is filling me. But I can only stare at him. His eyes are wild, bordering on dangerous. There’s a glint in them, one of passion, but it’s soft around the edges.

“Delaney,” my name on his lips is a reverent whisper as he presses his forehead against mine.

Our bodies shudder in tandem, the aftershocks of our orgasm feeding each other and making us whole. He doesn’t pull out of me, and I can feel every shift of his body as he moves us farther onto the bed and he lays back against the pillows.

When he’s comfortable, I burrow into his chest and let my eyes drift closed. I’ll clean up in a few minutes. Or Noel will clean me up at some point.

He’ll take care of me; he’s proven as much to me. As I drift off, my only thoughts are about how I want this to be my life.

My heart yearns to stay right here with him.

CHAPTER 12

NOEL

The twinkle lights, draped across the tent set up on an expanse of land on the ranch, casts everything in a romantic glow. It’s fitting considering the amount of love this day has been filled with. Fletcher and Eden deserve this day, and I know they’ll hold onto each other for the rest of their lives.

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