Page 75 of They Are Mine

I wrap my fingers around him, feeling the heat, the thickness, the way he twitches at my touch.

He’s so hard already.

For me.

Just for me.

I stroke him slowly, deliberately, letting my thumb tease the tip, spreading the precum that’s already leaking out.

He groans, his head tipping back, fingers digging into my thighs.

I love it. I love watching him fall apart. Love knowing that I do this to him.

That no one else ever will.

I sink down, take him in my mouth.

He jerks beneath me, a strangled sound leaving his throat. “Oh, Juliet.”

I moan around him, letting the vibrations ripple through his cock, and he fucking loses it.

His hand flies to my hair, gripping tight, but he doesn’t push.

Because Noah is too good.

Too sweet.

Even when he’s falling apart, even when he’s this close to losing control, he still wants to be good for me.

I hollow my cheeks, taking him deeper, swallowing around him.

His hips buck, and finally, finally, he snaps. He grips my hair, pulling my mouth off him, eyes wide with need.

“Jesus, Juliet,” he pants, dragging me up, flipping me onto my back.

His body pins me to the couch, his weight pressing me down, his cock hard against my stomach.

“Fuck,” he mutters, voice wrecked. “You’re gonna kill me.”

I smile. Tease my fingers over his abs.

“I want you to lose control,” I whisper.

He exhales sharply, like he’s trying so hard to stay steady.

And I love it. I love being the thing that shakes him.

I reach between us, wrap my hand around him again, tease him right against my entrance.

His whole body shudders.

He drags his fingers between my legs, his jaw clenching when he feels how wet I am.

“You’re so…” He chokes on a breath. “Fuck, Juliet.”

I hook my legs around him, pull him closer, and whisper against his lips, “I’m ready. Take me.”

He slides inside me, slow and deep, stretching me, filling me.

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