Page 113 of Tangled In Tinsel & Knots
Noel doesn’t hesitate for even a second.
He climbs into the tub in one fluid motion, water sloshing violently and spilling over the edges onto the tile floor. He sinks down into the water directly in front of me, and his hands immediately find my waist underwater, large and hot and possessive as they pull me closer through the water.
He steps between my legs, which automatically wrap around his hips, and suddenly we’re pressed together with nothing between us.
His cock is trapped between our bodies, hard and hot even through the water, and I whimper.
Then his mouth descends on mine, and conscious thought evaporates.
The kiss is everything, fueled by an inferno I didn’t know existed inside me until this moment. His tongue sweeps into my mouth, claiming every inch, tasting me, and I surrender completely to the sensation.
One of his hands tangles in my wet hair, gripping firmly, angling my head exactly where he wants it. The other hand stays locked on my hip, holding me against him.
I can’t breathe. Can’t think. Can only feel his mouth on mine, his body against mine, his scent fogging my head.
He breaks the kiss, his breath mingling with mine. “Do you have any idea how perfect you are? How long I’ve been waiting for you to call me like this?”
“Noel—” My voice breaks on his name.
“Shh. Let me take care of you, princess. That’s all I want.” His hands tighten possessively on my waist, fingers digging into my flesh just enough to leave marks I’ll feel tomorrow. “My good girl finally letting go. Finally accepting what she needs instead of fighting it.”
Just hearing him call megood girlmelts something fundamental inside me, some last wall of resistance crumbling to dust.
I exhale shakily, and the sound that escapes is somewhere between a cry and a moan.
“Perfect,” he murmurs, satisfaction evident in his voice and on his face. “Your body responds so beautifully to me. Like you were made for this. Made for me.”
Then he scoops one large hand under my ass, lifting me effortlessly through the water until I’m positioned exactly where he wants me. His erection finds my entrance easily, nudging against me, and he pushes just the tip inside.
The stretch begins immediately, and I gasp at the sensation.
He pauses there, holding still despite what I know must be incredible restraint, and his blue eyes bore into mine with a seriousness that steals whatever breath I have left.
“Are you ready for me?” His voice is strained, rough with need. “Because once I’m inside you, once I fuck you properly the way you deserve, I have no intention of ever letting yougo. You understand that? You’re mine, Hannah. Ours. Say you understand.”
“Fuck, Noel, I understand so well,” I breathe, the words barely audible. “I’m yours.”
Noel’s expression turns almost feral at my surrender, something primitive and possessive taking over his features. He holds me there, pinned against him in the water, and I lose all remaining control as my pheromones surge out of me in waves. The chemical response is involuntary, my body calling to his, begging for what it desires.
Then he pushes into me slowly, stretching me around his considerable girth, studying my face the entire time. “You are so beautiful.”
I writhe against him, a sharp ache of yearning cutting through me as I cling desperately to his broad shoulders, my nails digging into his skin.
“I really need you.” The confession tears out of me. “To be deep inside me. Please, Noel, please?—”
That breaks whatever restraint he was holding on to. He thrusts fully into me in one powerful stroke that drives the air from my lungs.
I cry out at the strength, the stretch almost too much, the fullness overwhelming, the sharp sting of pain mixing with pleasure so acute that it borders on unbearable. He’s huge, filling me completely, and is incredible and terrifying and absolutely right all at once.
“That’s it,” he growls against my neck, his teeth grazing my pulse point. “Take all of me. Every fucking inch.” He starts to move, slowly at first, letting my body adjust to his size, then gradually builds in speed and intensity.
And I’m lost. Completely, utterly floating on the sensation, finally surrendering to what my body has been screaming for since the moment I met these men.
To him. To them. To this pack that’s claimed me whether I was ready for it or not.
As the water sloshes around us, spilling over the edges of the tub with every powerful thrust, as Noel drives into me with increasing power, and as I cling to him like he’s the only solid thing in my collapsing world, I finally stop fighting.
I finally let myself fall.
