Page 51 of Seven Night Stopover

Sublime bliss rolled over her with each relentless thrust. Noah King fucked her with an expertise that fueled her craving for him with each penetration. By the time he lifted her left leg and draped it over the side of the tub, opening her wider to his invasion, she was almost at the edge of the abyss. Gladly contemplating throwing herself into the unknown.

He pounded her hard, wrenching a scream from her with each breath. The fingers in her hair jerked her head back, exposing her throat to the vicious kiss of mouth and teeth. She didn’t care that she would be marked from head to toe by the time he was finished with her.

All she wanted was to drown in the beckoning paradise, insulate herself from the horror she’d inadvertently unearthed.

He gripped the back of her neck and pushed her forward until her torso hung over the tub. With each thrust, her stomach dug into the edge, knocking the breath from her lungs. Still he came at her, unleashing power and vitality that fried her brain.

“Holy fuck. I can’t get enough of you. You’re like one of those impossible dreams you never think will come true.”

“I’m not a dream,” she gasped.

“No, you’re not. The way you’re turning me inside out, you have to be real. But I’m still terrified to stop in case you disappear.”

His next thrust was so hard, so deep, a tidal wave of water surged over the side, drenching her torso on the way down. Bent almost double, blood surged into her face, her windpipe cloying for breath as a flash of pain sizzled through her pleasure.

“Noah!” she screamed, the sensations almost unbearable.

“You’re real. Please tell me you’re real,” he pleaded hoarsely.

“I’m real. I’m real!”

His fingers dug into her hips and he leaned into her, his torso blanketing her in sexy, fiery heat. She jerked when his teeth bit into her shoulder. “You better fucking be. Or there’ll be hell to pay. Now come for me, baby. Give meeverythingyou’ve got,” he growled.

Whether it was the dark command that undid her or the simple fact that she was at breaking point, she was too far gone to tell. A small part of her reeled in stunned surprise as she flew apart a second after his command.

Leia came with an explosive scream, the air sucked from her lungs. Unending convulsions shuddered through her, milking his thick, heavy length over and over until he shouted his own release.

Sliding an arm around her shoulders, he raised her up and held her against his chest, his cock pulsing hard and deep inside her, his breath harsh and ragged in her ear. “You’re real.”

Her hands curled over his arm, gripping him tightly as she fought to catch her own breath. “Yes.”

His free hand drifted up her side and whispered over her tattoo. “I don’t know who did this to you or what happened to propel you here, but I’m glad you’re here. With me. I may not be able to fix you, but you need to know that you’re amazing, Leia.No matter what happens to you, don’t let anyone or anything lead you to believe otherwise.”

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“You’re drifting.” Soft fingers caressed his cheek, dragging him from the questions swirling in his mind. She lay tucked against him, her head pillowed on his shoulder and her face turned up to his.

Christ, she was gorgeous.

His heart hammered as he stared into her mesmerizing eyes. He felt himself stir again and groaned inwardly.

They’d eventually left the tub when he could risk carrying her out without fearing his legs would turn to jelly. They slept for a couple of hours before the hunger that didn’t show signs of abating had him reaching for her again.

He guessed they’d fucked on and off for the last six hours before trudging downstairs just after midnight to demolish the rest of the food. She’d joined him when he opted for beer instead of champagne, her cute nose wrinkling at the taste before she soldiered on like a champ to finish the bottle.

For her brave foray into beer country, he bent her over the slab of concrete that passed for a coffee table and took her from behind, after which they’d collapsed on the rug in front of the roaring fire and fallen asleep.

Now his senses sang with an alien sense of peace, and when her fingers drifted along his jaw and down his neck, he suppressed a smile. She loved his stubble. He’d found out how much she liked it when he encouraged her to sit on his face. He was willing to bet she’d come twice as fast because of the friction of his rough beard on her inner thighs as much as from his mouth on her sweet pussy.

“That look in your eyes scares me.”

He laughed, then sobered when he saw her expression. It was a mixture of wonder and puzzlement. He recognized it because it was the same sensation he’d experienced since he saw her in the Ozone Bar twenty-four hours ago. He stroked the side of her head and relished in her sigh of pleasure. “I have no answer for this level of intensity, sweetheart.”

“But you don’t think this… what’s happening between us is crazy?”

He rolled her onto her back, and she parted her thighs and welcomed him. “Since crazy runs in my family, I can’t plead innocence. My father met my mother on a Thursday. He asked her to marry him on Saturday. They’ve been together for thirty-five years. Theirs is a rare form of crazy. I accept that. But I guess I’m proof that crazy happens. The Indigo Lounge is geared to heighten our senses. We’re bound to let other inhibitions down besides sex. You can hold back if you want to. But once you let it out, I won’t let you take it back.”

“But what if being with you makes me let out things I normally wouldn’t?”

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