Page 104 of Fate's Sweetest Curse
A calloused hand on the side of my neck brought me back down to earth, to the moment. “Hey, Peach.”
“Hi.”
“Tell me why your forehead is creased.”
A breathy laugh. “I’m a little overwhelmed.” I’d wanted this for so long, but now that he was stripped down and standing in front of me, I felt everything all at once: a lifetime of affection marred by restraint, danger, distance.
He nodded like he understood. “Should I stop?”
I stared into his eyes, finding in them the same things I was feeling. The hardships that had led us here, but also affection, hope, relief, desire. And suddenly, I wasn’t overwhelmed anymore.
My answer came out hoarse with urgency. “Don’t stop.”
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Perfect Alchemy
Hattie
Noble guided me back against the pillows and climbed over me, settling between my thighs with a few inches of space between our bodies, his cock heavy on my hip. “Alright?”
Instead of answering, I trailed my fingers down his hard abdominals, following theVof muscle leading to his erection. I took him in my hand, stroking up and down. In response to my touch, Noble’s forehead dropped to my shoulder, and he groaned into my neck. Just the feel of his soft skin and rigid desire had my body flooding with pleasure all over again.
No more waiting.I angled him toward my entrance, sliding him over my wetness.
With another groan, he calmly closed a fist around my wrist, halting my progress.
A disgruntled sound escaped me.
“Not yet,” he said, a bit of mischief in his eyes.
Reluctantly, I released my hold. With one palm still planted on the mattress, caging me in, he reached down and took himself in his other hand. He brought the tip of his cock to my wetness again, sliding against me, but notin. Teasing my body with his.
The sensation was excruciating. Spectacular.
I wanted it to last forever. I wanted him to put me out of my misery.
I rolled my hips impatiently. “Noble.”
“Shhh.” He dipped in, just an inch, then back out. “I feel like I’ve waited my whole life for this,” he whispered. “Let me savor you.”
He repeated the motion, in a little, then out again. Each time, he went a little deeper, stretching me with a delicious sting, but withholding what I wanted most: all of him.
I lifted my head, watching the almost joining of our bodies with rapt attention.
“It’s so good,” he rasped, sliding deeper, then back out.
I was beginning to sweat. So was he; it shimmered on the broad expanse of his chest, catching in the chiseled lines of muscle. The high points of his cheekbones took on a russet hue as he continued his exquisite torment.
“I want you,” I pleaded. “Please, Noble.”
Green eyes snapped to mine. “You know I can’t hear you plead like that and not give it to you.”
“Thank the Fates.”
He jerked his hips forward, seating himself all the way in.
A blaze of sunlight streaked across my vision, and I moaned with relief. Noble silenced it with a messy kiss, thrusting into me with slow, torturous strokes. I scraped my nails over his back again, and he growled into the crook of my neck, picking up his pace. I hooked my legs around his waist, matching his rhythm.
