Page 54 of Under the Lies

It’s not enough. I want more.

“Move, Noah,” I order, or at least try to, it comes out in a desperate plea. My nails dig into his shoulder and I feel his hardness pulse against my thigh.

He really does enjoy pain… And not just my own.

“You’re at my mercy, Sayer.” He withdraws his finger. “I could leave you like this, starved for my touch, for the release you want me to take. I could drop you and walk away.”

No. He’s not allowed.

Tightening my legs around him, I refuse to let that happen. Noah’s been a fixture in my head for too many days. Years, if I’m really being honest.

I want this. I want him.

He flicks my clit, and my back arches, sending heat up my spine. “How much do you want me, Sayer?”

His thumb brushes my clit again, and a noise I’ve never known escapes my throat. He’s playing me like an instrument, tuning me to the sweetest sound.

“Enough for me to hate myself a little,” I moan. Loathing mixing with lust, a delightfully lethal combination.

That’s it.

That’s all Noah needs to hear as he moves inside me with angry thrust after angry thrust, adding another finger in.

“Oh—oh God.” My head lulls back, hitting the painting as Noah stretches me, filling me.

His grunts are in tune with his thrusts. “So tight. So fucking tight,” he growls, his fingers pumping inside me.

I move against his hand, biting my lip to conceal how much he’s torturing me. Passion churns in my lower stomach, heating more and more. It threatens to boil to the surface.

We’re unable to see much with it nearly pitch black, only a thin veil of light from outside seeps in, but Noah’s still able to find my mouth, pulling, sucking at my bottom lip like it’s a piece of candy. “You don’t hide from me. Let me hear you.”

I don’t. I keep my moans to myself, satisfaction building alongside them—until Noah makes it impossible to stay silent.

His angry thrusts turn starved; a man who knows what he wants. And he wants me to come undone. He drops me to my feet as he gets down on his knees.

I’m panting as he pushes my skirt up, his head disappearing under it.

His lips press a kiss through the lace of my panties, the humming he makes in satisfaction fill my ears, pulling at my core. “Oh God.”

“God’s not here, baby,” he says, husky and still on his knees. His hands skate up the back of my thighs, grabbing my ass and hauling me to his mouth. “Just me.”

He pushes my panties to my side, replacing the job his fingers started with his tongue.

I almost buckle at the first swipe, his tongue gracing my entrance, teeth grazing my clit. He’s not shy about tasting me, quickening his pace to devour me.

I did this.

I’m the reason for the sounds he makes in the back of his throat.

I’m the reason his tongue is moving like I’m his last meal as he builds me up for my fall.

Unable to stay silent, unable to keep any thoughts, I rise and rise, screaming his name as I hit my climax, coming harder than I have with any lover.

Dimly, I’m aware of him crawling out from between my legs and his forearms cage me in on either side of my head.

I’m still feeling the aftershocks wrack my muscles as he swirls his fingers around my lips.

They’re still wet…

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