Page 11 of The Fate of Us

“This isn’t funny,” I groan.

“Oh yes it is. You are such a minx. Trying to get more, my wildflower.”

“I need it, baby.”

“Is that right? You want me deeper?”

I groan in response as he rotates his hips causing the pulsing inside of me to intensify.

“Please,” I beg, trying whatever I can to feel more of him.

He sucks my lower lip into his mouth before biting hard. “You asked for it.” He chuckles.

Before I can comprehend what he means, he pulls out of me, flipping me onto my stomach. I turn to look at him but within seconds he pulls my hips up while using his palm to press my chest into the bed at the same time he slams into me from behind.

I scream. He is relentless, filling me hard and fast, just the way I was begging him. It doesn’t take long for me to find another orgasm. My entire body convulsing with pleasure. I know he is close too by the grip he has on my hip and the groans coming out of his mouth, my name a prayer on his lips. Before he finds his release, he takes his other hand and presses hard into my clit. I nearly black out from the pleasure just as he comes hard inside of me.

He collapses on top of me, his heart beating hard against my back, his breathing erratic.

He kisses me slowly, peppering kisses up my spine before he pulls off me and flips me over, gathering me in his arms to lay across his chest.

“That was…” he says out of breath.

I prop myself on my elbow and look into his eyes. “Perfect.”

His lips crash into mine for a short, intense kiss before he pulls away.

“Was that okay?”

I scrunch my brow. “What do you mean?”

“I was… a little… uh—”

“Rough.” I finish his sentence.

“Yeah,” he answers as he cups my jaw, his eyes staring into mine.

I trace my finger along his chest. “We’ve done it before.”

“Never like that.”

He’s right. This time definitely felt different. “I think it’s what we needed.”

He nods his head as he strokes my back. “I’ll be gentler next time.”

“Only if I want you to be.”

The look in his eyes change to hunger again and I can’t help but laugh. “But I think you might need to give my vagina a rest for a few hours.”

“Are you hurt?”

I shake my head. “No, but I feel like you’re still inside of me.”

He presses a kiss to my forehead. “That’s how I want you to feel.”

We lay there for what feels like hours, enjoying each other’s company, feeling at peace. Until my stomach growls and Noah’s laugh fills the room.

“I think we need to get you fed.”

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