Page 91 of Hooked On Them

I tugged her shirt upward, and she lifted her arms, helping me pull it off. The sight of her nearly bare beneath me sent a surge of possessive desire through me. My Nora. Mine, at least for tonight.

“Breathtaking.” I pressed my lips to the hollow of her throat and then traced a path downward with my mouth. I licked between her breasts, pausing to pay homage to each with my teeth, drawing whimpers from her that she tried to muffle against her hand.

I caught her wrist, pinning it gently beside her head. “No,” I said against her skin. “I want to hear you.”

“Carter is right next door.”

“Let him hear us.” I nipped at the underside of her breast, making air stutter out of her lungs. “But if you’re worried, I’ll have to do a better job of muffling those sounds.”

Before she could ask what I meant, I kissed her again, swallowing her moan as my hand slid lower, tracing the slight curve of her belly before dipping between her legs. I found her already wet through the thin cotton of her panties, evidence of want that made me throb with answering need.

I stroked her through the fabric, teasing, my kiss deepening as her hips began to move against my hand. When I finally slipped beneath the waistband, finding her slick heat directly, her whole body shuddered. I circled her clit with my thumb while sliding a finger inside her, swallowing her cry with my mouth.

“Miles,” she gasped when I finally released her lips to trail kisses down her neck. “Please.”

“Please what?” I murmured against her collarbone, adding a second finger, curling them inside her in a way that made her back arch off the bed.

“I need… I want…” She seemed unable to form complete thoughts, her hips rising to meet each thrust of my fingers.

“Tell me what you want, Nora.”

Her eyes fluttered open, focusing on mine with an intensity that took my breath away. “You. Inside me. Now.”

I had to close my eyes briefly against the surge of need those words triggered. When I opened them, I moved with renewed purpose, sliding her panties down her legs and tossing them aside before standing to strip off my own clothes.

Her gaze traveled down my body, lingering on my erection with unconcealed hunger. The intensity in her eyes sent a current of raw desire coursing through me that tightened every muscle in my body. I watched her watching me, mesmerized by the way her lips parted slightly, the quick catch of breath that made her chest shudder.

I stroked my cock. “See something you like?” My voice was strained with the effort of maintaining control when all I wanted was to lose it completely.

“Yes, but it would be even better up close and personal.” She licked her lips, and as much as I wanted to slip my cock between them, I was dying to be inside her.

I returned to her, settling between her thighs, the heat of her core radiating against me. I looked at her with her hair spread across the pillow, lips swollen from my kisses, and eyes dark with want.

I positioned myself at her entrance, the head of my cock sliding through her wetness. “Fuck, Nora. How can you be so perfect?”

I pushed forward slowly, watching her face as I filled her inch by inch. Her lips parted, eyes widening, a flush spreading across her chest. The tight heat of her surrounded me, drawing me deeper until I was fully seated inside her. We both remained still for a moment, adjusting and existing in the perfect connection.

“Okay?” I brushed hair from her face with a gentleness that contrasted with the storm raging inside me.

She nodded, shifting her hips in a way that made us both groan. “More than okay.” Her hands slid up my arms to my shoulders, nails digging in slightly. “Now move.”

I didn’t need to be told twice. I withdrew almost completely before driving back in, setting a rhythm that was neither gentle nor punishing, just deep, deliberate strokes that had her clinging to me, soft sounds escaping her with each thrust. I braced myself on my forearms, keeping most of my weight off her, watching her face as pleasure transformed her features.

“Miles.” My name was like a prayer on her lips. “Just like that.”

I angled my hips, hitting a spot that made her throw her head back, neck arching beautifully. “Here?” I repeated the motion, feeling her inner walls flutter around me.

“Yes,” she gasped, legs wrapping tighter around my waist, heels digging into my lower back, urging me deeper. “Don’t stop.”

I increased my pace, driven by her reactions, by the way she met each thrust with equal fervor.

“You feel so good.” I took her earlobe between my teeth. “So perfect around me. Like you were made for me.”

She turned her head, seeking my mouth, kissing me with desperate hunger. “Harder,” she demanded against my lips. “I need more.”

Something primitive awakened in me at her words. I slid an arm beneath her, hand gripping her ass, tilting her hips to allow me to drive deeper. My controlled rhythm gave way to something more primal. The sound of skin against skin filled the room, along with her muffled cries as she bit her lip to stay quiet.

Possessiveness surged through me, not just of her body, but of her pleasure. I wanted to own it, to brand myself on her memory so deeply that no one else could compare.

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