Page 55 of Poems He Wrote

“I want you so bad, Noah. I need you.”

“Imaš me,” I say softly, letting the rest of my clothes fall to the floor.

Her eyes find mine, and I know that deep down, she understands. She may not speak my language, but she speaks to my heart.

I near her, leaving the mess on the floor behind me. Her gorgeous, copper hair falls down her curves and I pull it all over one shoulder. I pepper kisses all over her back, teasing her in the sweetest way I can. She is still rubbing her clit slowly, but uses her other hand to show me where the zipper is. It runs from the center of her shoulder blades to her tailbone. I grip it with my teeth and pull it open. Goosebumps grace her gorgeous skin. Tiny straps fall over her shoulders and her breasts slide out the front of the dress. She wiggles out of it, turning to face me.

I prop her up on the desk, and spread her thighs enough to fit my narrow hips between them. Lining up my head to her center, I grab her face and look into her eyes. Adoration is all I see in them.

“Take me, Ronan,” I whisper onto her lips as I sink myself into her.

She gasps loudly and wraps her thighs around me. I grab her hair roughly as I stare into her eyes. My dick slamming into her wildly. I’m fast and rough, I need to be to prevent myself from saying those two words burning in my throat. The first time I tell her I love her cannot be whilst I’m balls deep inside her, even though I would kill for her to know.

She stares into me, moaning and writhing in my hands. My thumb finds her clit and I press on it harshly. She is so wet I can feel it dripping down to the table top. Her hands are roaming all over my chest, my back, my stomach. Her nails leave scratch marks on my skin.

“I love it when you mark me.” I whisper into her.

Ronan takes it as a sign to bite down into my pec, leaving a hickey behind. She does it again and again all over my skin. Biting, sucking, pulling. She is primal with it, and I feel my stomach tighten with heat again. My thrusts deepen as her thighs start shaking and her pussy starts clenching around me once more. I know she is right there with me. I push her back to lean into the desk, and knock a bottle of pen ink over. It spills and paints everything in royal blue.

“Paint me in it,” she says. “Leave your fingerprints on my skin.”

She lays down and grabs my hands to dip them in the ink. My hips don’t falter for a second. I keep fucking her deep and hard, grunting and whimpering, not being able to hold back.

With my palms covered in ink, I push her down and grab at her skin. I lean my torso onto her, grinding my pelvis against her clit. My hands grab at her thighs, leaving marks there, at her stomach, her ass, her gorgeous tits. I kiss her like I am dying for her, leaning my palm against her cheek, watching my ink paint her face. She moans loudly, linking her legs behind my back.

“I want you to come inside me.”

“Yeah? Paint you inside and out?”

“Please, Noah. Come with me,” she begs. “I am so close.”

Her words spur me on. She combusts around me with a loud scream.

“Noah,I l...” I smash my lips onto hers, swallowing her breath and words.

My orgasm crushes into me, causing me to jerk wildly inside her. I feel it spill out in waves. It’s a never ending pleasure. My heart beats rapidly in my chest, wanting to jump out and connect with hers. The look in her eyes speaks more than a thousand words, and I know it, deep in my bones, that she feels the same way I do. There is only us in this world, only our love, only our lust. Only her for me.

She brushes sweat off my brow, and mingles her fingers in my hair, dragging my face back to hers. Our kiss is deep and long, I get lost in it. I get lost in her. I want nothing but her.

“Noah,” she says softly.

My eyes roam all over her face, searching for the thing she wants to say. I see it. I see it all, I feel it all.

“You are the only one for me, Ronan.” I whisper into her lips, closing my eyes, leaning my forehead against hers.

“I know.”

22

Never Know - Bad Omens

Ronan

Noah fell asleep right after we showered. He wrapped me into his strong tattooed arms and drifted into the land of dreams. I, on the other hand, couldn’t force myself to sleep. My stomach is churning, my thoughts are all over the room, and to be honest, there is this sweet, yet painful rawness in my private parts that still pulses with every heartbeat.

I check my phone, reading over messages from Maria. She updated me every time my kitten ate, pooped or jumped around. She sent tons of pictures of Toma, in various states. I am so grateful she offered to cat-sit for me at the last minute.

I was never good with women, thanks to my mother, but I feel like I might have a potential amazing friend in Maria. She is kind and smart, loves books and animals, just like me, and she has this soothing voice even when she is angry. I guess I could try my best to win her over. Having someone friendly in my corner would be good, especially now that Corey is not so close. But having agirl friendwould be amazing.

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