up a sexy position. My brain fired blank—who was I kidding? I wasn’t a temptress. I was already in way over my head.
It was my scorching skin that gave me an idea. “I want you standing, pressing me against a mirror.”
His chest puffed and in one swoop, he scooped me from the bed and strode across the room. I shivered as the cold, biting mirror smarted against my back; Noah pressed against me the next moment, sandwiching me between hot and cold. Sex and reflection. Body and object.
His knee nudged, unashamedly opening my legs wider, and I startled to see my kitten heels were still on my feet. How they survived I didn’t know. And what an odd piece of wardrobe to keep wearing.
Carson prowled around us. His face dark and broody, but a glint in his eyes flared my lust. He’d watch and be pleasured, the way he cupped himself told me that.
Noah breathed in my ear. “Tonight you’re all mine.”
I bit his lobe, clamping my teeth harder than I intended. He flinched as I whispered, “Not just for tonight.”
His eyes flared as his body shuddered. His movements became jilted and eager, positioning himself between my legs and lowering a little to angle himself. Sucking in a breath, he entered me. The friction of the mirror behind me was odd as Noah picked me up with his thrust. Instinct made me wrap my legs around his hips as he buried deeper.
He groaned as I rocked on him, loving the way he filled me, stretched me.
He bit my neck, trailing teeth down oversensitive skin. “My cock belongs in you.”
I shuddered as his hips pulsed against mine. I couldn’t agree more.
His arms bunched as he secured me in his grip; his legs spread further to balance. I knew he was preparing himself for an unrelenting pace and my cells sat up, eager, aching.
“Tell me you prefer me over him.” Noah’s voice grumbled, his eyes closed with concentration.
For a moment I wondered what would happen if I lied and said I preferred Carson. Would his temper go out of control? Would he be rough with me? Attack me? My stomach twisted deliciously at the thought. But then I worried what would happen to Carson. Noah might knock him out.
Noah thrust particularly hard, his muscled stomach kissing mine with every stroke. “You’re taking a long time to answer. Make up your mind fast, or I’ll forbid you to come again.”
“You. I prefer you.”
“Good answer.” Then everything else faded. Carson; the mirrored room; the night at Circotica. It was just me and Noah. Heat and need. He drove into me with powerful strokes, pressing me flat against the mirror. My spine bruised where each thrust bumped me hard.
I lost myself in the rhythm, holding onto his hair, kissing him deep. Our breaths became one, and the ache inside increased until I flamed with urgency with each and every rock. The pain of riding on the knife-edge of an orgasm layered the pleasure, turning it into a sharp, almost unbearable delight.
Noah ran his hands up my body. His voice betrayed where his thoughts were. “Only tonight.” He grunted as he increased his rhythm. “Tonight you’re mine.”
I couldn’t think straight. Not just tonight. I was entranced, mesmerised.
A loud groan wrenched my attention, and my eyes tightened with passion as Carson came in his hand. Spurts of white covered his fist as he watched Noah fucking me.
Noah growled, not liking my attention on Carson. He captured my mouth, tongue pulsing savagely in time with his hips.
My heart bucked in my chest; I couldn’t get enough oxygen. I moaned, tearing myself from his mouth to bite his shoulder. His arms trembled holding my weight, and he sucked in a breath. “Fuck, Linden. I can’t—I’m gonna…”
I knew where he was. He was in the dark abyss I’d visited. The stars and comets and lightning bolts taking him on a high better than any drug. I gave up, following him there.
It was my scorching skin that gave me an idea. “I want you standing, pressing me against a mirror.”
His chest puffed and in one swoop, he scooped me from the bed and strode across the room. I shivered as the cold, biting mirror smarted against my back; Noah pressed against me the next moment, sandwiching me between hot and cold. Sex and reflection. Body and object.
His knee nudged, unashamedly opening my legs wider, and I startled to see my kitten heels were still on my feet. How they survived I didn’t know. And what an odd piece of wardrobe to keep wearing.
Carson prowled around us. His face dark and broody, but a glint in his eyes flared my lust. He’d watch and be pleasured, the way he cupped himself told me that.
Noah breathed in my ear. “Tonight you’re all mine.”
I bit his lobe, clamping my teeth harder than I intended. He flinched as I whispered, “Not just for tonight.”
His eyes flared as his body shuddered. His movements became jilted and eager, positioning himself between my legs and lowering a little to angle himself. Sucking in a breath, he entered me. The friction of the mirror behind me was odd as Noah picked me up with his thrust. Instinct made me wrap my legs around his hips as he buried deeper.
He groaned as I rocked on him, loving the way he filled me, stretched me.
He bit my neck, trailing teeth down oversensitive skin. “My cock belongs in you.”
I shuddered as his hips pulsed against mine. I couldn’t agree more.
His arms bunched as he secured me in his grip; his legs spread further to balance. I knew he was preparing himself for an unrelenting pace and my cells sat up, eager, aching.
“Tell me you prefer me over him.” Noah’s voice grumbled, his eyes closed with concentration.
For a moment I wondered what would happen if I lied and said I preferred Carson. Would his temper go out of control? Would he be rough with me? Attack me? My stomach twisted deliciously at the thought. But then I worried what would happen to Carson. Noah might knock him out.
Noah thrust particularly hard, his muscled stomach kissing mine with every stroke. “You’re taking a long time to answer. Make up your mind fast, or I’ll forbid you to come again.”
“You. I prefer you.”
“Good answer.” Then everything else faded. Carson; the mirrored room; the night at Circotica. It was just me and Noah. Heat and need. He drove into me with powerful strokes, pressing me flat against the mirror. My spine bruised where each thrust bumped me hard.
I lost myself in the rhythm, holding onto his hair, kissing him deep. Our breaths became one, and the ache inside increased until I flamed with urgency with each and every rock. The pain of riding on the knife-edge of an orgasm layered the pleasure, turning it into a sharp, almost unbearable delight.
Noah ran his hands up my body. His voice betrayed where his thoughts were. “Only tonight.” He grunted as he increased his rhythm. “Tonight you’re mine.”
I couldn’t think straight. Not just tonight. I was entranced, mesmerised.
A loud groan wrenched my attention, and my eyes tightened with passion as Carson came in his hand. Spurts of white covered his fist as he watched Noah fucking me.
Noah growled, not liking my attention on Carson. He captured my mouth, tongue pulsing savagely in time with his hips.
My heart bucked in my chest; I couldn’t get enough oxygen. I moaned, tearing myself from his mouth to bite his shoulder. His arms trembled holding my weight, and he sucked in a breath. “Fuck, Linden. I can’t—I’m gonna…”
I knew where he was. He was in the dark abyss I’d visited. The stars and comets and lightning bolts taking him on a high better than any drug. I gave up, following him there.
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