Page 107 of Hush (Fighting Fate)

Noah growled against my mouth, the vibration traveling through me, making me crazy. One of his hands moved to grab my ass, thrusting me harder against him, then the other wrapped firmly around the long strands of my hair. With a firm pull, he leveraged my head back, breaking our kiss and exposing my neck to him.

I gasped at the suddenness of it, then moaned, and he gripped my hair tighter. His breath was rough and ragged against my throat. I wanted his mouth there. I wanted him to make me his. Tilting my head back with his grasp, I silently begged him to take me.

The second his teeth lightly grazed over my flesh, I cried out with relief, then shivered as he soothed it with his tongue and sucked.

It was insane. So many sensations were charging through me I could hardly keep up. Soft. Hard. Pleasure. Pain. Combined, it sent my head spinning and my need for him way past breaking point.

Noah must’ve reached the same place I had, because in the next moment, he grabbed my dress and ripped it over my head, too impatient to even tend to the zipper.

Just as impatient, I grabbed for his shirt, but he pushed my hands away before I could get to it, reaching over his shoulder to tear it off himself. Then in one swift move, he picked me up and strode through the door to his bedroom, throwing me down on his bed.

Crawling above me, he unclasped my bra, dragging it down my arms agonizingly slow and teasing, until my chest was bared to him. I writhed under his watchful gaze, panting and arching, pleading with my eyes for him to touch me.

He didn’t.

With hands firmly placed on the bed either side of me, he leaned forward, his mouth only a fraction of an inch from my straining nipples. I whimpered. He breathed.

As the warmth of his breath caressed my skin, I moaned. “Oh god, Noah!”

Noah growled. “Say it again,” he demanded, breathing on me again.

Holy shit that was hot. “Noah! Please, Noah…”

He grinned, and I realized this was just what he needed. Me. Begging. Screaming his name.

Leaning forward, he very slowly ran the tip of his tongue over my nipple. A garbled, non-coherent noise erupted from me and I instinctively grabbed handfuls of his hair, needing to clutch him to me.

He immediately pulled back out of my reach and shook his head at me before grabbing my hands and pulling them up over my head. With firm hands, he pushed them into the mattress near the bed head.

“Your hands stay there,” he said, his voice gruff and oh so freaking sexy.

My body was singing with sensation. It was achy and needy, and I wanted him to make it better. Still writhing and groaning from the sound of his voice, I felt him watching me. My hands inched downwards, needing to feel.

He growled. “Kaeli. Hands.”

My gaze snapped up, oh too willing to listen to that voice of authority, and I slowly slid my hands higher, threading my fingers around the slats of the bed frame.

“Good girl.”

Heat flared with his approval. Panting, I watched him slowly lower himself, his arms straining, and the hard cords of his muscles bulging and tightening. In one long stroke, he ran his tongue over my other nipple, breathing over the wetness, making it harden and beg for more.

Then he did it again, and again, alternating between the two, until I was whimpering and writhing and crying out his name.

My body had never felt s

o alive. Every single nerve ending felt like a live wire, tingling and pulsing, searching for something to find it and sooth it.

He took my nipple again, but this time he sucked it into his mouth. Hard. Swirling his tongue around it, gently biting and laving before starting the process all over again.

“Noah, please,” I begged. “I need you. Please…”

I saw his gaze shoot up to where my hands were gripping the head board before he slowly started to move downward, leaving a trail of kisses all the way down to the little bow on my panties.

When his mouth was level with the black lace edge, he paused, breathing hot and heavy against me. It was like pleasure and torture at the same time. Both my head and my body was in constant turmoil, loving this teasing, forceful, domineering side of Noah, but needing his touch at the same time

I’d never actually thought about what it would be like to have sex with a dominant man before. Not that Noah was as dominant as some of my book boyfriends, but damn if I wasn’t loving every second of it.

As he slowly peeled the panties from my body, I had to focus on keeping my hands still or I was going to reach for him. It was like a compulsion. I loved the feel of his skin under my hands. It did things to my insides.

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