Page 48 of They Are Mine

And I feel it.

Everywhere.

Noah’s fingers move to the hem of my top.

Slow. Waiting.

I lift my arms, giving him permission, giving him everything.

He pulls the fabric over my head, and when he looks at me…

Oh.

His eyes darken, his lips part, and I swear to god, he looks wrecked.

Like he’s never seen anything this beautiful before.

Like I’m something sacred.

He kisses my throat, my collarbone, my shoulder, soft, slow, reverent.

He moves like he’s savoring every inch of skin.

His hands slide to my back, unclasping my bra with a careful flick.

And when it falls?

He doesn’t move too fast.

He doesn’t take.

Instead, he exhales, shuddering, brushing his knuckles over my bare skin like he’s never felt anything so soft.

His thumbs graze my nipples, barely a touch, just enough to make me arch against him.

And then?

Then, his mouth replaces his hands.

I gasp as his lips close over me.

Soft. Gentle. Perfect.

His tongue flicks, teases, then soothes.

Slow, deep sucks that have my head tipping back, a moan slipping from my lips.

Oh, he’s good.

He’s so fucking good.

Every stroke, every kiss, every movement is precise, focused.

He’s savoring me.

Loving me.

Giving.

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