R18: Warning... sexual content.
Okay, Noah. Now's your chance. Rain down hell and Hades on the son of a beeswax!
Come on! Throw the lamp at him! The pillow... anything at all. Anything but stare at him like that.
Stop. Staring. At. Him!
It didn't matter how loud I screamed at myself in my head. I simply watched him.
Leaning against the doorframe, having closed the door silently behind him. Just... watching me.
His eyes, those hypnotic hazelnut eyes,dark and hot, traveled from the shirt clutched in my hands, to my face, to the way I was sprawled on his bed.
He looked sinfully, ridiculously sexy. Dressed in dark, perfectly fitted trousers and a simple black shirt that stretched across his chest, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows,
showing off those biceps.
He looked powerful. He looked like he owned every damn thing in the world, including me.
I finally jumped up like I'd been electrocuted, his shirt falling from my grasp.
He didn't say a word. He just pushed off the doorframe and started walking toward me.
Okay now is the time to yell. Attack him. Scratch out his bloody eyes for ruining your life.
Each step was slow and deliberate like a predator closing in.
I should have screamed. I should have demanded to know who he was and why he would be party to my downfall.
Why he went out of his way to hurt me like that.
I should have slapped that arrogant, beautiful face.
I mean I could do all those perfectly same things or simply stand like a log as he came that close to me.
He stopped inches away, so close l could feel the heat radiating from his body, could smell his scent on the air, not just on the shirt.
It was stronger now, real. His eyes scanned my face,reading every shocked, terrified, aroused thought there.
He reached out, not touching me, just tucking a stray piece of my hair behind my ear. His knuckles brushed my cheek, and a jolt of pure lightning went through me.
Then he leaned in.
I should have turned my head. I should have pushed him away.
I should have—
I met him halfway. (Sorry respectable women everywhere, yours truly was weak and soaking wet)
His kiss wasn't gentle. It was a hard, hungry press of his mouth against mine that stole the breath from my lungs. It was lips and teeth and tongue, and it tasted like sin.
A sound, a half-moan,half-sob, escaped my throat, and he swallowed it.
His hands were on me then, everywhere at once. One tangling in my hair, tilting my head back to deepen the kiss, the other sliding down my back, over my ass, pulling
me hard against him.
I could feel him, all of him, hard and demanding through his trousers, and a fresh wave of wet heat pooled between my legs.
"You came back looking for me" he growled against my mouth, his voice rough.
"Who are you?"I tried to ask but his tongue swept back into my mouth, stealing the words...my thoughts, every single intelligence processing synapses in my brain.
"Did you miss me?" He asked when we both came up for air.
Miss you, boy, I wanna murder you. "No" I lied
He walked me backward until my knees hit the edge of the bed and I fell onto it.
He came down over me, a heavy, delicious weight, never breaking the kiss. His hands were impatient, yanking at my clothes, pushing my dress up my thighs.
I was just as frantic, my fingers fumbling with the button of his trousers, then sliding inside to wrap around his hard, hot length cock.
He groaned.
He tore his mouth from mine, his breathing ragged. "You were in my bed," he reminded me, his eyes burning into mine. "Smelling my shirt. Were you thinking about this? About me?"
"Who are you?" I gasped, the words finally breaking free. My hands pushed against his chest, but there was no strength in it. "Tell me. You're not him. Who are you?"
He stilled above me, his gaze turning dark and serious. All the playfulness vanished.
"I'm the man who's going to be inside you in three seconds," he said, his voice low and rough. "Or I'm the man who stops. Your choice. But the name you scream won't change a thing."
He waited. The air crackled.
I didn't say 'stop'.
A dark smile touched his lips. "I'm the man ruining your life," he whispered, right before his mouth crashed down on mine again. "Now kiss me."
He shoved my panties aside, positioned himself, and in one smooth, powerful thrust, he was inside me. Filling me. Stretching me In that perfect, unforgettable way.
I cried out, my back arching off the bed. It was a shock , a blissful, overwhelming invasion as his cock filled me up.
"Yes," I moaned, the word ripped from me."Fuck,yes."
He swore too, dropping his head to my neck, his breath hot on my skin.
He began to move, a slow, deep, relentless rhythm that had me seeing stars.
Each thrust was a punishment and a reward. Each withdrawal an agony. He was everywhere. His mouth on my neck, sucking a mark there.
One hand gripping my hip, holding me in place, the other sliding between our bodies, his thumb finding my clit, circling it with a precision that was maddening.
"You feel that, baby?" he rasped in my ear, his voice thick with pleasure. "That's me. Remember it. This is who you belong to."
I was unraveling. Holy motherducking hairball!
my nails digged into his back, my legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him deeper. The pleasure was a tight in my belly, winded tighter and tighter with every rock of his hips, every skillful stroke of his thumb.
"Who am I?" he demanded, his thrusts becoming harder, faster.
I couldn't think. I could only feel.
"Mine" I acknowledged. "You are mine"
He growled, slamming into me once,twice more, and the coil snapped.
Pleasure exploded through me,violent and shattering, wracking my body with wave after wave of intense, blinding ecstasy. My scream was muffled against his shoulder.
He followed me over the edge with a groan, his body shuddering as he spilled himself deep inside me, his own release pulsing within me.
For a long moment, there was only the sound of our ragged breathing. He was still heavy on top of me, inside me. I was boneless, utterly spent.
Then, reality began to trickle back in.
I had just let the man who destroyed my life fuck me senseless on a bed I might never own, in a house that was about to be repossessed by Essex group.
I might never get my hands on my inheritance, or have enough money to pursue a proper investigation of my mother's death.
I was done for. Destroyed. And the man currently pulling out of me, was the Genesis of it all.
So, when the sob ripped out of me. It wasn't planned. It was just the weight of everything crashing down at once.
And worse, when he pulled me into his arms to comfort me, I was all too willing to go to him.
Classic train wreck Noah.