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She wanted that friction elsewhere. Between her thighs. But there was no way she was capable of moving off his lap right now. Besides, she was certain she wouldn’t last that long. Not this first time. The pleasure was already too overwhelming.
So she did the next best thing.
Shifting sideways, Leia clamped one hand in his hair and tried to move him to her nipple.
His superior strength thwarted her easily, merciless eyes drilling a refusal into her.
She whimpered. “Please.”
“You beg me for more even as you get wetter. Why do you need more, baby?”
She ground harder into him, pain chasing pleasure as the storm built faster and more ferocious inside her. “I want…”
“Tell me.”
“I want to come. Now.”
“Why?” he demanded, giving her just enough to keep her going but not enough to break the storm.
Her fingers convulsed in his hair, a sob rising in her throat when he whisper-grazed his stubble over her nipple for a bare instant before he pulled away.
“Because it hurts,” she moaned.
Electric heat lit his eyes. A thin sheen of sweat broke over his forehead, and his mouth parted as he continued to drink in her reaction to his touch. “I want it to hurt a little more, baby. Can you take it?”
She shook her head, her senses screeching at her not to risk losing so much control.
A look of disappointment settled over his face. Terrified he would stop, she grabbed him tighter. “I’m willing to try.”
He immediately changed the angle of his touch. Two fingers slid on either side of her clit, his knuckles digging into her boneswith enough pressure to snap her teeth into a tight clench. “Oh God!”
One hand splayed over her lower back, holding her steady as he teased her with a merciless rubbing that shoved dry sobs into her throat.
“Tell me how you feel, sweetheart.”
“I feel… tight, like I’m on a leash. It’s… it’s tightening and I can’t break free…”
Another fleeting pass of his stubble over her nipple. The coil wound tighter.
“Do you want me to set you free, baby?”
Her fingers convulsed in his hair, her nails digging into his scalp. “Yes! Please, God, yes.”
“Shit. The more you beg, the wetter you get. You know what that does to me, sweetheart?”
“N… no.”
“It makes me want you to beg for hours until I’m drenched.”
“No! Please… Noah!”
Strong fingers trapped her clit in a pincer motion between his knuckles. Still rubbing the back of his hand into her sex, he flicked his thumb hard and fast over her plump nub. Just when she thought the torture couldn’t get any worse, he squeezed her harder, then drew his jaw roughly over her nipples.
Shocking pain erupted into a shower of pleasure so strong her back bowed under its intensity. From beyond the realms of comprehension, she heard the rip of clothing and the sharp hiss of pain. But she was flying, the extreme rush of her orgasm beyond anything she’d ever experienced.
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The haze washing across his vision threatened to drown Noah. With each second that passed, he was drawn further into the certainty that she was made for him. That she was the one who could pull him from the dark spiral of cloying hunger.