Beyond His Control (His 2)

“Wait,” I mutter, trying to push him away, to no avail. “What if someone finds us here?”

“So?” His brow rises. “Let them watch.”

My eyes widen, and my cheeks turn strawberry red.

“I don’t care if they see me enjoying my queen,” he whispers. “And I certainly don’t care if they find me pleasuring her either.”

Oh God, there he goes again with those words that always manage to completely overtake me. Lust fills my veins as he licks me deeply without holding back, and I find it hard to breathe.

Noah looks up at my panting face, then places a flat hand on my belly and pushes me to lie down. “Close your eyes. Just enjoy.”

I do what he asks even though it feels twisted beyond imagination because I’m lying here, naked with my feet dangling in a pool in the middle of a community with hundreds of people partying and fucking maybe a few feet away from that door.

And still, I lie here flat on the wet floor, biting my lip, wishing nothing more than for him to fuck me into tomorrow. I’ve truly lost my mind … and my heart.

“Don’t hold back,” he groans, sucking and licking hard.

A moan spills from my mouth. Right then, he shoves two fingers into me, and my lips form an o-shape from the spike in pleasure. Waves upon waves of ecstasy roll over me as he thrusts into me and licks at my pussy like it’s the only thing in the world he wants to do. This man … this man is my husband … my captor … and I just gave him my orgasm willingly. Because I’m a sucker for his love.

Suddenly, he pulls me right back into the water, and the hotness overtakes my ability to breathe. He immediately covers my mouth with his, not allowing me a second to recover.

“Mine,” he growls, setting both my body and heart on fire.

I wrap my legs around his waist, and within seconds, he plunges into me. I’m so wet and completely consumed by lust that I moan out loud with every thrust. The warm water and his eyes boring into me make me feel like I’m in heaven. And the look on his face is almost majestic, so raw and at the same time filled with so much love that it compels me to yearn for him. And I bounce along with his rhythm willingly, wanting to feel every inch of him inside me.

When he comes, he roars out loud, and his cock swells inside me. While he pumps, I clench my legs around him and tilt my head back as his comes forward, and he nestles his face into my crevice, planting sweet, delicious kisses along my neck that I can’t get enough of.

Suddenly, the door opens with a loud bang, and I squeal in response.

“How nice of you to wait until we got back to the temple …”

Patrick. I’d recognize his voice anywhere.

I turn my head and cover my boobs as best as I can.

“I thought all the patriarchs had already gone ahead,” Noah says, clearing his throat while quickly pulling out of me.

“I was a bit busy,” Patrick sneers. “Don’t mind me. I’ll skip the showers today.”

“No, no, by all means,” Noah says, trying to keep the peace.

Patrick holds up his hand. “No, thanks. I’ve seen enough.”

“We’re finished here,” Noah says. “No point in skipping an important part of the ritual.”

“Like you care,” Patrick scoffs, catching me off guard.

He can be so gentle and kind one moment and then vicious like a viper the next.

Noah rolls his eyes. “Stop.”

“What? I’m not doing anything,” Patrick says, shrugging as he walks toward the door leading to the terrace. But then his eyes narrow, and he homes in on me, and I can’t help but flush. “But I’m watching.”

He walks out and shuts the door behind him, leaving us flabbergasted.

“Well, that’s one way to ruin a great mood,” Noah says, as he wades to the Jacuzzi exit. When he gets out, I can’t help but stare at his beautiful round ass. I don’t even know why I notice, but I do.

He walks up to the shelf that has all the bath towels and grabs two. “Here,” he says, holding out his hand. “Let me help you.”

A cheeky smile spreads on his lips the moment I grab his hand.

“Thanks,” I say, and I can’t help but notice the sparkle in his eyes when he looks at me.

Is he … in love with me?

And why does my heart flutter so much whenever I think about it?

Am I … falling for him too?

I got so swept up in the moment, in us kissing and fucking like we’re crazy in love that I never stopped to wonder if I might actually want him for more than his power.

“What kind of husband wouldn’t lend a hand to his wife?” Noah says while he pulls me toward him.