“It’s said that a person’s soul is in their blood,” he murmured without taking his eyes off my lips. The air was palpable, the moment between us entrancing. I swallowed, afraid to fucking breathe as Noah leaned closer, kissing me gently, my blood staining his lips.
With bated breath, I watched as his tongue darted from his mouth, lapping up my blood. It was the most erotic thing I had ever seen, my insides twisting and turning at the thought of him tasting my blood.
Something primal stirred within him, his eyes fierce and undeterred—a savage, a predator finally tasting the blood of its prey.
His arm shot out, and he grabbed the back of my head, fisting my hair as he pulled me close, slamming his lips against mine. It hurt. The way he kissed me, claiming my mouth as if he didn’t care whether I’d break from the force. There was no time to process a single thought, both of us consumed with a primal need that would only be sated once we’ve consumed each other wholly.
Noah kissed me harder, gripping my hair tighter with his cruel fingers. But I loved it. I loved the uncertainty of what he’d do next—my body entirely at his mercy. The anticipation was thrilling and all-consuming.
His tongue gave a fierce sweep of domination through my mouth, claiming every inch of it before he sucked on my bottom lip, groaning—a low rumble of animalistic need tearing from his throat.
When he pulled back, locking his eyes with mine, a drop of my blood stained his bottom lip. And the way his tongue rolled out, licking the crimson, he closed his eyes as he relished the taste with a subtle moan.
Jesus. I was gone. I was hypnotized and tangled in his web of sensual carnality—something I never wanted to escape.
“Lay back,” he ordered, and I obeyed immediately.
Strong, muscular thighs pressed against mine as he settled between my legs, his body upright as he stared down at me. “There’s only one thing better than coming inside you.” He moved his hips, and I sucked in a breath when he dragged the head of his cock down my pussy. “And that’s watching your cunt weep with a need to come.”
Snaking his arms around my waist, he lifted my hips and pulled me closer. There was no way I would be able to assist. I was too goddamn scared to move because I wasn’t sure how much more my body could take before it finally exploded.
I moaned and closed my eyes as Noah had me settle against him, nudging at my entrance with his cock before slowly sinking into me.
I whimpered, feeling tears sting my eyes. There was never a time in my life when I wanted something as bad as I wanted him, wanting to come around his cock. But Noah moved so slow, careful not to put even the slightest pressure on my clit, knowing that I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from coming if he did.
“Tell me how it feels.” His cock was buried to the hilt inside me, but he didn’t move, keeping his hands on my waist. “How does it feel to have me inside you?”
I licked my lips, the taste of blood still lingering on my tongue. “It’s…oh my God. Full. I’m so fucking full of you, Noah. Please move.”
“More.” He pushed deeper inside me, and all I could think about was how desperate I was to roll my hips—force him to move inside me. “Tell me more. How does my cock feel buried inside your cunt?”
I sucked my bottom lip, my mind on the verge of breaking. “Pressure. There’s so much pressure inside me, and I need to move. It’s…it’s fucking impossible to keep still while you’re stretching me around your cock. It’s too much.”
Noah reared back, pulling out completely. “And how does it feel now?”
I placed my palms on my forehead, my mind slowly going fucking insane. “Empty. It feels fucking empty.”
Abruptly Noah drove his cock back into me, and I cried out, wanting to clench my thighs only to be pressing against his waist, unable to close my legs.
My chest rose and fell, and I was possessed with the sensual need that flooded my system, causing me to grab my tits and palming them myself. My body needed so much more, and my mind was completely fogged.
“Does it hurt?” He slipped out of me. “Does it cause you pain when I don’t allow you to come?”
“My God, yes.”
“How much? How much does it hurt?”
“My…” Tears prickled the back of my eyes, and I couldn’t stop one from slipping down the side of my face. “It’s like my body is burning from the inside out. Please.”
“Pain can go beyond the physical. Pain is subjective. Like now, I’m barely touching you, only gliding my cock in and out of your cunt—yet your body is in agony.”
“Jesus, Noah. Can I come, please?”
“Not yet.” He added more pressure on my hips, keeping my waist locked and unable to move while he filled me with his cock once more. But this time, he didn’t pull out. He proceeds to fuck me, slipping out and slamming back in, my tits bouncing and body rocking to the rhythm of his fucking.
“Noah.” I cried out, more tears streaming down the sides of my face as I tried so damn hard to keep myself from shattering. “I can’t…”
“Don’t you dare come, Sienna.” His fingers bit into my waist so hard I was sure it drew blood—the momentary spike of pain distracting me from the pleasure inside my core.