Page 34 of To Hate You

His rhythmic thrusts turned frenzied, his hard length impaling my willing body over and over again. “Hold onto me.”

And I did, winding my arms tighter around his shoulders.

It was rough. Raw. The skin of my back scraped against the wood. But there was no pain, only ecstasy that imprisoned us both in a state of delirium.

It was a mania of moans, eager hands, and hungry mouths.

Noah grabbed my jaw, squeezing his fingers into my cheeks and puckering my lips. “Tell me no other man has touched you. That you haven’t been with anyone else after me.”

“I haven’t.”

“Swear it,” he growled.

“I swear. There’s been no one but you. It will always be you, Noah.”

“Jesus, woman. You’re gonna be the death of me.” He let go of my cheeks, planting his palms firmly against the wall behind me; the barrier of self-control cracked and shattered.

Noah fucked me with relentless thrusts, and I loved the sound of his rapid, panting breaths that blended with my own. My body was a tangled mess of lust, longing, and desperation to find the high only Noah could give me. Only him, his touch, his kiss, his cock—it was only him who could satiate my thirst for pleasure that teetered on the edge of pain.

His cock slipped out, and I hissed from the sudden emptiness, tightening my arms around his shoulders and forcing my hips forward. He plunged back into me—harder this time. Deeper. My moans echoed off the walls; my pussy so needy and wet my arousal gushed down my inner thighs.

My skin was hyperaware of where he touched me. His thighs, his hips, his chest, his face–it all catapulted me to a release so strong I was convinced it would break me in half.

There was no warning. No trickle of a climax starting to build. It fucking exploded and ripped through me with violent waves that forced a scream from my lungs.

“That’s my girl,” Noah rasped against my ear as my orgasm crested, every molecule of my being fractured with ecstasy that cracked me wide open. He didn’t slow down, pummeling into me, milking every last drop of my climax with his thick shaft sliding along my inner walls that still quaked with pleasure.

A low growl vibrated from his throat as he came, ramming his dick even harder and deeper, reaching my very core. I could feel his cock jerk inside, creaming my cunt as he came.

Nothing had ever felt so fucking good. So right.

We were savages together—a brutal force that we had no control over. This was us, and nothing else would ever compare.

Struggling to breathe, we remained against the wall—his face buried in my hair across my shoulder; and mine resting in the nape of his neck. Finally, the pleasure subsided, my pussy throbbing while his dick still stirred.

I leaned my head against the wall, neither of us willing to move, and Noah pressed his lips to my jaw with a tender kiss. “God, I missed you, baby girl.”

“I missed you, too,” I murmured, still trying to catch my breath.

“I dunno what the fuck I was thinking when I thought it would be possible to live without you.”

Everything felt surreal like I would wake up at any moment and find this all to be a dream.

Please don’t let me wake up.

I want to stay here forever.

He eased me down, and my feet touched the ground, reality gradually seeping back in. We could manage to forget it for a short while, but there was no way to escape it. No matter how tangled up we got in each other, it would always come back.

The danger that loomed with the cartel on our trail. And the secret I wouldn’t be able to keep hidden for long.

“Come on.” Noah righted his jeans around his waist and swept me up in his arms. “Let’s get cleaned up. You need to rest.”

The floor creaked as he carried me toward the bathroom and set me down before opening the heavy wood door.

My eyes widened at the picture before me. The bathroom was exquisite, and I had never seen anything like it. Being a born Whitlock, I was used to the luxuries of wealth. Five-star hotels, luxury yachts, tropical island vacations. But this…this was something else.

I craned my neck and looked up at the log cathedral ceiling adorned with an elegant Victorian gothic style chandelier; its crystals reflected the soft light with an array of rainbows scattered along the timber walls. Below it was an elegant clawfoot bathtub with rolled rim and brass faucet to compliment the wooden cabin theme.

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