Page 23 of North

God.

It wasn’t enough.

I bit back a moan, my hips shifting, chasing more, my fingers moving faster, the bed shifting under me.

And then—

The door creaked open.

My breath caught.

A shadow stretched across the floor.

Then—

“The fuck do you think you’re doing, rabbit?”

North’s voice was low, dark, furious.

I froze, my pulse hammering, my body still thrumming with need.

Oh, this is going to be fun.

His gaze locked onto my bare thighs, my hand still between them. His jaw clenched, his chest rising and falling with ragged breaths.

For a long, charged second, neither of us moved.

Then—slowly—North stalked toward the bed.

“Not like that,” he muttered, gripping my wrist, dragging my fingers to his lips.

Tasting me.

My stomach flipped, my thighs clenching.

“This isn’t how you get off, Quinn,” he rasped. “You know that.”

His hands pinned mine above my head, his knee nudging my legs apart. He was everywhere.

Then, suddenly, he stopped.

His expression shifted, something flickering behind his eyes.

Regret.

Guilt.

“You should go back to your room.” His voice was rough, strained.

I blinked. “What?”

His jaw tightened, his breath uneven. “Forget about this.”

Something inside me snapped.

“I see you, North.”

His head snapped up, his entire body going still.

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