Noah clutches my wrist, throwing me onto the bed. I squeal in delight, obeying him without thought or hesitation, oblivious to anything outside this room.
“We have all night,” he whispers against my earlobe, leaning forward and rubbing his hard cock against my backside. Our clothing has become an obstacle, and the second I hear his belt clink against the floor, I suck in a deep breath to control the raging fire inside of me.
I want to remember this moment forever. A piece of him that remained forbidden until now. I wait with bated breath, anticipating his next move, his next touch. His palms graze against my backside, tracing the contours like a map and making me moan in delight. My body rocks back and forth at a slow pace, desperately waiting for him to enter me whole and fill me in.
“Someone is a little impatient,” he grunts, followed by a small smack against my heated skin. I yelp at the sensation, surprised how much it turns me on and heightens my senses. I silently beg him for more, pushing myself back into him and grinding against him.
With my dress pushed up against my waist, he gently pulls my panties down, the lacy fabric gliding against my sensitive skin. He takes a moment to spread my legs and stare right between them, then tells me exactly what he’s going to do.
“You’ve always been mine, Morgan. I just need you to finally remember.”
I pant, unable to answer, ignoring the mention of her name.
“Tell me…” he questions with a rough tone, “… are you ready?”
I nod, barely able to control the rapid desire to unleash on him. The more he speaks, the harder his actions become until he latches onto the side of my waist and flips me over, pushing me on my back. He throws himself on top of me, his lips crashing against mine, intimately kissing me before he pulls back and stares at my face.
“Why are you looking at me this way?” I keep my voice low, conscious of the fact that his eyes haven’t left mine.
“I love you.”
I smile. I was worried over nothing. “I love you, too.”
“No, I’m serious, Morgan. This fighting between us, it needs to stop. We need to finally agree once and for all to make us work. Do you understand?”
His steady and serious gaze refuses to leave me until I answer. I want Noah, more than anything. Deep down inside, it’s impossible for him to hurt me. I will give him what he wants, there will be no other way. If it means that I will be Morgan for the rest of my life—then that’s who I’ll be.
“I promise, Noah. But it’s just us now. I need you.”
It’s enough to unleash what he’s been holding back. He focuses his attention back on my lips, kissing my mouth with urgency and leaving me without a single breath to catch. My nails claw their way across his back. With every move he makes, I fall deeper under his spell, allowing him to ravage my body. Propping up on his knees, he watches himself move in and out, biting his lip while spreading my legs enough to cause me to wince in pain. This man wants only me at this moment, and I will do every damn thing to please him.
“You want it hard, baby?”
I nod, closing my eyes and waiting for him to take me harder in the throes of his climax. Just the thought of it has me on edge, and with only the first thrust, I latch onto the pillow behind me, my blood pumping hard, and every single part of me tingles in a mad delight. I call his name repeatedly, wishing this moment won’t end, praying nothing breaks the spell I’m under.
Opening my eyes quickly, I catch his desperate need to control the moment, holding back his impending orgasm until it gets the better of him. The grip of his hands is tight against my waist, slamming into me until his moans slow down, and his hips follow on cue.
He falls beside me, both of us out of breath and reeling from what just happened. With only a faint glow from the moon that shines outside our hotel window, we continue to lie in the dark in utter silence. Neither one of us has anything to say but lay in each other’s arms.
Noah traces my arm with the tip of his finger causing the small hairs to stand on end. Pulling the sheet out of my way, I move over his body and straddle him to give myself a better view. He continues to lie there, beautifully sprawled with his arm beneath his head, his muscles flexing, with a satisfied smirk.
“What you got for me, baby?”
I lean forward, placing my mouth on his, desperate to taste him again. He doesn’t hold back, resting his hands on my hips as he grinds my body against his cock.
Letting out a long-winded moan, I sit up, arching my back and exposing my naked body completely. Beneath me, he becomes hard again, sliding himself in so easily.
We make love all night long until the sun begins to seep through the drawn curtains. Noah’s insatiable. I’ve been with many men, from actors to models, men that most women would die to be in bed with, but no one compares to Noah.
He’s beyond attentive, yet at the same time he’s raw and demanding.
When he pulls himself out of me, we continue to lay perfectly still, his heart hammering against my back, a reminder of how real this has all become.
Within his embrace and listening to his gentle breathing, my mind wanders to Morgan.
Why would she give up on something so perfect?
What on earth possessed her to leave this all behind?