Page 51 of Healing the Heart

He pulled out and flipped her on her belly. Next, his hands on her hips raised her to her knees. Still rock-hard, he entered her from behind. His hands gathered her hair, and he wrapped the length around his wrist over and over until he gripped it near her scalp—controlling but not hurting. Fiona felt a rush of pleasure as he moved inside her, claiming her body as his and overwhelming her with his dominating presence. In a good way. Like she’d always dreamed of.

With each thrust, he ignited her need to surrender and give in ways she’d never imagined before Noah.

With steady pressure on her hair, he pulled her upright until her back was against his chest and her head rested on his shoulder. His hand curled around her throat then moved higher to cup her jaw. He turned her face to his, the whole while still moving into her, deep and demanding.

“Whose mouth is this, Fiona?”

“Yours, sir,” she whispered before he sealed his lips over hers and his tongue swept inside.

His hand moved down her breasts, massaging the mounds and rolling the nipples. He pinched one and tugged, causing her to cry out. The pain lasted only for an instant quickly dissolving into pleasure as he massaged the ache away. He moved tothe other, repeating the pattern. After another roll and tug, he caught her earlobe between his teeth. “I love your full, round tits, kitten. Who do these belong to?”

“You, Noah. All of me is yours.”

“Mmm, my sweet girl,” he murmured, nipping the flesh between his teeth then soothing it with his tongue. His open mouth ran along the side of her throat as his exploring hand moved lower. It stopped before reaching where she thought it was going, kneading the soft protrusion of flesh below her navel.

“I won’t have you hiding anything from me, little subbie. Including this delightful softness. That’s the kind of woman I want, one who is soft, warm, sweetly submissive, and all woman. All your softness, silky skin, and lush curves tempt me to touch and turn me the fuck on. You got me?”

“Yes, sir,” she cried out, her breath catching in her throat as she discovered a newfound acceptance she had never felt before with a man. It only made her want him more.

“That goes for your creamy thighs, that will eagerly part at my command and welcome me into your body. Also, this luscious round ass”—his hand swept between them and palmed a cheek—“which you will also yield, should I feel the urge to spank, plug, or otherwise seek entrance.”

His hand moved again, locating where they were joined. Two fingers slid around his cock, the long center digit gliding inside increasing the fullness as he cupped her and pressed her body tightly against his. So close that nothing, not even air, could pass between them.

“This wonderfully warm, wet pussy is mine, too. To taste, tease, and to take. Isn’t that right, kitten?”

“Yes, sir. I’m yours,” she replied, somehow staving off an orgasm while she teetered on the edge. “I submit all to you.”

His thumb grazed her clit, returning to rub and flick and tease, but only for a moment because his fingers slid out.She whimpered in disappointment—she was so close. But they moved to her lips, his fingers slick with her juices, and he painted them.

“Let’s taste your desire for me, together, Fiona. After that, you may come whenever you like as I fuck you.”

Shocked, she stilled, never having done anything like it before. But his hand wound in her hair, turned her head and her mouth to him. When he covered her lips and his tongue delved inside, in an explosion of tangy spiciness, the carnality of sharing the taste of her pussy with her lips and tongue sent a wave of ecstasy sweeping over her.

As her body tightened then convulsed with pleasure, he held on more firmly, his cock plunging into her harder and faster. And he swallowed her cries as he groaned his own pleasure into her mouth. In a rush of heat, as he spent inside her, she raised her arms and entwined them around his neck. She didn’t want to lose him just yet, and even kneeling, that was a sure possibility on jelly legs.

Still connected, he eased them to the bed, lying curled around her back. She hummed with content as they lay intertwined, her body still tingling, thoroughly fucked and dominated. Fiona couldn’t help but feel a sense of completeness. This was what had been missing, what she’d been searching for.

“Be right back,” Noah whispered, dropping a kiss on her shoulder before easing from the bed.

She heard water running in the bathroom and knew he was taking care of necessary business. Thank goodness he’d kept his wits about him.

When he returned and climbed in beside her, he pulled up the covers and wrapped around her from behind. “There are two hours before dinner. Sleep more,” he urged, showing no sign of leaving her in the bed alone.

She snuggled against him and allowed herself to drift. But as she closed her eyes and sleep pulled her under, a nagging voice in her head called to her. The one she’d ignored when she’d entered into this carnal, wholly satisfying exchange.

You’ve given your body and heart to a man who swore off love for five long grief-filled years. I hope you know what the hell you are doing.

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