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"You're fucking beautiful," he says, trailing kisses down my neck, across my collarbone.
I arch beneath him as his mouth finds my breast, his tongue circling my nipple before drawing it between his teeth. A moan escapes me, my fingers tangling in his hair.
"Noah," I breathe, barely recognizing my own voice.
He continues his journey downward, leaving a trail of hot kisses across my stomach. His hands work at the waistband of my pants, sliding them down my legs along with my underwear until I'm completely bare beneath him.
I should feel vulnerable—exposed—but all I feel is need, raw and overwhelming. Noah kneels between my legs, his eyes never leaving mine as he spreads my thighs wider.
"I've wanted to taste you since the first time I saw you," he confesses, his breath warm against my inner thigh.
When his mouth finally touches me I cry out, my back arching off the bed. His tongue slides through my folds, exploring every inch of me with deliberate precision. My hands fist the sheets as he circles my clit, the pleasure building so quickly I can barely inhale.
"Noah," I gasp, my hips moving against his mouth of their own accord.
He grips my thighs tighter, holding me in place as he devours me. The world narrows to just this—his tongue against me, the mounting pressure in my core, the desperate sounds I can't stop making.
Stars burst behind my eyelids as the tension finally breaks. Wave after wave of pleasure crashes through me, my body trembling uncontrollably as Noah continues his relentless assault, drawing out my orgasm until I'm gasping for breath.
I pull back, staring up at Evelyn. Her eyes are wild, unfocused. Chest rising and falling with quick breaths. Her thighs tremble against my shoulders.
Fuck.
I've never wanted anyone like this. Never felt this desperate need to possess someone completely. The taste of her lingers on my tongue as I crawl up her body, pressing my weight against her.
"Noah..." she whispers, her voice breaking on my name.
My control snaps. I've been hard since I first touched her, painfully so. I need to be inside her or I'll lose my fucking mind.
"Tell me you want this," I demand, voice rough even to my own ears.
She answers by pulling me down, crushing her mouth against mine. Her hands fumble with my belt, then my zipper. I help her, shoving my pants down just enough.
"Condom," I manage to say, reaching for the nightstand.
Her nails dig into my back.
I grab one from the drawer and fumble it on then position myself between her thighs and push forward, entering her in one slow, deliberate stroke. The sensation nearly blinds me.
"Fuck," I groan against her neck.
She's tight, wet, perfect. Her body writhes beneath mine, taking me deeper. When I'm fully seated inside her, we both freeze for a moment, adjusting to the feeling.
Then she makes a sound—a moan that's half pleasure, half surrender—and it's the most beautiful thing I've ever heard. Better than any violin concerto. Better than anything.
I start to move, setting a rhythm that has her clutching at my shoulders. Her legs wrap around my waist, heels digging into my back, urging me deeper.
"More," she gasps. "Harder."
I obey, driving into her with enough force to make the headboard slam against the wall. Her moans get louder, more desperate. Each sound she makes pushes me closer to the edge.
"Look at me," I command.
Her eyes flutter open, meeting mine. There's no hatred there now. No fear. Just raw, unfiltered need. It's the most honest I've seen her.
"Say my name," I tell her.
"Noah," she breathes.