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I had anticipated that Noah would walk right through my door shortly after, but he didn’t. I waited and waited, and as the minutes went by, I gave up hope. Maybe he thought it was too risky. Maybe he’d changed his mind about us. Maybe ugly-face Vanessa had managed to seduce him and lured him to the bedroom. It made me go stark raving mad.

I changed out of my clothes and put on a white crop top that dipped down my left shoulder, leaving my stomach exposed. I didn’t bother with any shorts or pajama bottoms. Sleeping in black bikini panties seemed like the lazier option. My big blue bunny sat on my armchair, and I couldn’t help but smile as I played back the entire evening in my head. I would remember this night forever.

My body was dead tired, so I turned out the lights and settled into bed. Just as I was about switch off my lamp, there was a faint knocking sound. In a flash, I forgot about my exhaustion and threw my legs over the edge of the bed. I knew who was standing on the other side of that door. I could feel his energy right through the wall, and I was so happy to see those seductive blue eyes when I finally opened the barrier that divided us. The shimmering hope within me quickly faded once I studied his face.

“Can I come in?” Noah looked serious, and I felt sad because I had a feeling I knew how this conversation was going to go:The kiss was a mistake. We can’t do this. It’s wrong, Aria.Something along those lines.

Reluctantly, I nodded and stepped aside, stealing a quick glance down the dark corridor to check if anyone was close by. The coast was clear, so I shut the door and turned around. But as soon as I did, I felt my back slam against the wooden surface.

Noah crushed his lips against mine and kissed me urgently, pressing his body against me and grabbing my thighs. Within seconds I was hoisted up, and I took advantage of the opportunity to wrap my legs around his waist. His firm pectorals pushed against my soft swelling breasts as we abandoned our self-control and surrendered to our bodies’ impulses. It felt so good. It felt so sinful. But I didn’t care that I was drowning in sin. I was drowning inhim,and that’s all that mattered.

“I tried to stay away,” he breathed between passionate kisses, “but you keep pulling me in.”

I tore my lips from his, giving him a chance to catch his breath.

“Don’t stay away,” I quietly said, but he only got greedier with my lips. They collided with mine, kissing me with frustration and desire. I could feel something hard against me as he gripped my thighs tighter.

Noah’s lips never left mine. He walked to my bed and dropped me down on the mattress. His eyes were half open, drenched in lust and laced with a sexual heat that I had never seen before. It only made me want him that much more. I felt like a vulnerable gazelle that was about to meet its demise as the jungle’s most dangerous predator closed in on its prey. I know it sounded sick and twisted, but my insides were pulling and contracting, causing my arousal to intensify and heighten with every passing second. I watched him pull off his shirt and toss it over his head, allowing me to crawl over and touch every part of him that I desperately desired to caress with my hands, lips, and tongue. This was sensory overload. This was Noah Mason Hunter, standing before me like the Greek god Adonis, who embodied beauty and desire. I wanted him to make love to me and transform me into his goddess Aphrodite. I admired every muscle, strikingly sculpted to perfection around his torso; his waist was a perfectly inverted triangle. I pressed my lips right against the chiseled line of muscle that plunged lower to his pelvic bone. This was beyond surreal.

“Aria.” Noah’s breath quivered as he tangled his fingers in my hair.

I kissed his grooved abdominals, grazing my lips against his warm tanned skin. I hadn’t even touched the throbbing bulge in his pants and he already had his eyes closed, ready for me to unravel him. Noah threw his head back, lost in pleasure from my touch. I unfastened the buttons on his trousers and was about to pull down the fly when he stopped me, placing his hand over mine. As I looked up, I could see the reflection of his desire for me. Maybe he was contemplating things now, realizing just how wrong this was. One of us had to stay sane and responsible. It certainly wasn’t going to be me. I didn’t care about the consequences.

Finally, he exhaled and spoke in a deep, hoarse voice. “This is dangerous.”

We both remained frozen, staring at one another, breathing.

“Do you want me?” I nervously asked.

“Isn’t it obvious?” He caressed the side of my face, effortlessly controlling the passion in his touch so that it was warm and affectionate. But his eyes betrayed something darker. Something fierce and feral.

I ran the palm of my hand over his jeans, outlining the length of his thick, long shaft. He released a pleasurable growl and grabbed my wrist.

“Lie down.”

It wasn’t a request. It was a demand, and I was more than willing to obey. I reclined against my sheets, resting my head on a pillow.

“Spread your legs for me,” Noah whispered.

He didn’t have to ask me twice. I parted them slowly, while my heart hammered in my chest. I wasn’t sure what he was going to do next. Being a virgin, I had never experienced the art of lovemaking, but I knew how people fucked (thanks to a couple of pornos I had accidentally stumbled upon on my stepdad’s computer). Intuition told me he wasn’t going to have sex with me the way those hardcore porn stars did.

The heat that radiated off him was insanely hot as he crouched over me, lowering himself between my legs. I was sure he could feel them trembling against his waist. I was anxious and aroused at the same time. Noah hadn’t removed his pants yet, but I felt something hard press against my panties when he sank his body against mine, making me gasp and shudder from the sensation. I was ready. I was so ready for him to just take me. This kind of intimacy felt foreign for the both of us, but it didn’t stop our bodies from naturally molding together like a beautifully sculpted masterpiece. If Noah was the artist, I was his block of clay. All he had to do was believe in his ability to shape me to become whatever he wanted, and I would become exactly that.

I was lost in the calm sea of his eyes as my arms took on a will of their own, winding around his neck and pulling him closer to me.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, do you know that?” he murmured against my lips. “Do you?” he repeated, kissing me slow and sensually.

I could hardly think. Noah made my blood rush in my veins.

“I want you,” I breathed.

“I’m going to Hell for this, Aria.”

“I’ll be right there with you.” I kissed him with a promise, pledging my undying love and loyalty as I placed my hand on his heart, right where he had tattooed my name. If we were to burn, then we would burn together. His sins were my sins, and vice versa. My soul was prepared to carry the weight of that burden.

That arousing sensation I was feeling inside of me was beginning to hurt, as my muscles began to spasm and contract. I needed some sort of relief. Noah’s heartbeat pounded against my palm as he carefully bent his arms, resting his elbows on the bed to support his weight. Our kiss had grown more passionate, exploding with heat and desire. He explored my mouth with his tongue, claiming every part of me in victorious conquest. I sucked on his bottom lip while he fought to loosen it and dominate the kiss, making me moan in his mouth. Instinctively, I raised my hips higher, pushing against him so he could feel how badly I needed him inside me.

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