Page 72 of Forever and Ever

“Fuck.”

She sits up and slowly starts circling her hips. She might as well be my damnation because there is absolutely no coming back from being with her. Her beauty, her energy.

Electric.

Reaching up, I trace the wing tattoos beneath her breasts with my fingers, and it brings a smile to her lips.

I love all her ink. The roses on her thighs, the fairytale retellings on her arms, the stars on her hips. But those wings thatIput on her, none of the others quite compare to them.

She grabs my wrists and places my hands over her perfect breasts. They’re small and soft and fit perfectly in my palms like I was the person meant to hold them. I pinch her nipples and tug until she screams, and she runs a hand down to circle her clit from the excitement of it.

It draws attention to a faint scar on her pelvis I hadn’t noticed in the dark of night, and I wonder what the story is behind it.

Of all the things I’ve learned about Merry over the past seven months, discovering her in bed is a new universe that I’m exploring. Uncovering the secrets that are on her body. Learning how to draw sounds out of her that I want to be the only ears to hear again. Feeling how her pussy squeezes when I grip hard on her ass. Appreciating how she rides me like she genuinely loves it.

Fuck, she’s perfect.

Merry leans over me to claim my mouth in a kiss, and all other thoughts cease because all I can do is feel her body on me. Her nipples rub against my chest with excitement. She’s drenching my dick with her pleasure. I lose track of whose tongue is in whose mouth, or whose hand is on whose body, and we just melt slowly into one.

As her speed picks up, I know she’s close, dragging her body in those circles as she rides my dick and grinds her clit against my pelvis. She wraps her arms around my neck and holds me tighter.

I hold her back, never wanting to let her go.

Her entire body starts to shake in my arms as she tightens around my dick, and I explode into her at the same time as her climax hits. Nothing between us, just her and me.

Merry slows her movements as we both come down from our releases, but she doesn’t let go of my neck, she just holds me in this hug with me still inside her. Her breath is hot and quick where she’s buried against me, and I rake my fingers through her hair, trying to steady my own.

“Don’t break my heart, Noah,” she says in almost a whisper. Not looking at me, but not letting go either.

The comment tilts me off balance because I’ve only ever really thought of my heart as the one on the line with her. But the vulnerability in her voice tells me maybe I had that wrong.

She’s scared. Which is a side of her I’m not used to seeing.

And she’s not alone. This feeling pushing in my chest is frightening.

“You’re safe with me,” I whisper, running my hands over her back and waiting for her body to relax. “I’ve got you.”

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Merry

Noahedgesclosertome, and I lap up the heat of his body with my own. When did he start feeling so good? Was this always there between us and I was just blind to it? Because I can’t seem to be within ten feet of him without feeling like I’m being struck by lightning.

He leans in, hovering his mouth beside my ear. “How do you expect me to get through practice with you in these fishnets?”

I feel his gaze dart downward, but I stay facing straight ahead, staring at Adrian’s front door. Noah’s fingers start at the base of my neck and trail all the way down my spine, over my ass, until he’s playing with the hem of my skirt and feeling the bumpy fishnets on the backs of my thighs.

“Guess you’ll just have to look away.” I bump him with my hip, trying really hard to pretend his touch isn’t having this strong of an effect on me.

“Not possible.” He catches my ass in his hand and squeezes it right as the door opens.

Eloise looks where Noah’s hand grips my ass and she smirks at us, while I push him away.

“Well, hello, you two,” she says too sweetly.

If me crashing at Noah’s house wasn’t enough of a red flag, I’m pretty sure us disappearing last night sent up some serious flares. And the way Eloise’s eyes dart from me to Noah, it’s clear there’s no hiding whatever this is. Not that Eloise says anything. She quietly steps back and holds the door open for us with an amused expression on her face.

“Sebastian and Adrian are already in the studio. We’re just waiting for Rome to get here.” She sighs, looking at Noah. “Please tell me you’ve heard from him.”

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