Damn it. My body still remembered him—his scent, his touch, everything.
"Don't push me away..." He pulled back slightly, voice ragged.
"I..."
Before I could answer, he scooped me up in his arms.
"Leo's still—"
"He's asleep." He glanced at the crib. "This'll be quick."
"Kholod Morozov! Don't push it!"
"You're my wife. This isn't pushing it."
He carried me into the bedroom, kicking the door shut.
He set me on the bed, fingers slipping under my hem. "Your body remembers me, Noelle. You can't deny it."
"Stop..."
"Really want me to?" His fingers lingered at my waist. "Then why are you shaking?"
I bit my lip, refusing to answer, but he was right—that damn familiarity betrayed me.
"Why are you always like this..." My voice caught with a sob.
"Because I want you so bad it's driving me insane."
As he undid my buttons, I tried futilely to stop him, my hands weak.
"Tell me you want me too."
"I don't..."
He sealed my unfinished denial with another kiss. Clothes peeled away, cool air hitting my skin, followed by his scorching palms and heated breath.
"Noelle..." he panted, "my Noelle..."
Kholod's grip tightened as he hovered over me, his eyes dark with raw hunger. "God, I've been holding back so long I'm about to lose it," he growled, his voice thick with frustration. His hand trailed down my body, fingers parting my thighs with deliberate slowness. He dipped in, exploring, and a low chuckle escaped him when he felt the slick warmth there. "You're soaked, Noelle. Admit it—you've been wanting this too. Been craving me just as bad."
I glared up at him, fire in my eyes, refusing to give him the satisfaction. "Fuck you," I spat, lunging forward to bite his shoulder, hard enough to make him hiss. "Get off me, you bastard. Roll away and leave me the hell alone."
But he was faster, grabbing my chin and tilting my head back. Before I could clamp down again, his thumb pressed against my lips, prying them open. "Oh no you don't," he murmured, his tone laced with dark amusement. He slipped his fingers into my mouth, toying with my tongue, stroking it slowly, teasingly. "Bite me? That's cute. But let's see how you like this." His fingers danced, curling around my tongue, pulling it gently, making me gasp around them. "Suck on them, Noelle. Show me how much you hate me."
I tried to pull away, mumbling curses around his intrusion. "Stop... you asshole... get out..." But the words came out garbled, and damn it, the way he played with me sent unwanted sparks through my core. He leaned in, his breath hot on my neck. "What was that? Can't hear you with your mouth full. Try again—tell me to stop. Or is this turning you on more?" He withdrew slightly, only to plunge back in, mimicking a rhythm that had my body clenching involuntarily. "Yeah, that's it. Fight me all you want, but your tongue's betraying you. So eager, wrapping around me like it misses this."
"Bastard," I managed, my voice muffled, but the fight was draining as heat pooled lower. He kept at it, his free hand roaming my breasts, pinching my nipples just enough to make me arch. "Come on, Noelle,say it. Tell me you want my fingers deeper. Or should I replace them with something else?" His eyes locked on mine, challenging, as he finally pulled out, strings of saliva connecting us. I panted, glaring, but my body softened, melting under his touch despite myself.
Satisfied with my pliancy, Kholod positioned himself between my legs, his hard length pressing against my entrance. Without another word, he thrust in, filling me in one swift motion. I gasped, a sharp twinge of pain mixing with the stretch. "Ouch... back off, Kholod, it hurts," I whimpered, pushing at his chest, my nails digging in.
He stilled for a moment, but didn't pull back. Instead, his hands moved to my most sensitive spots—thumb circling my clit with expert pressure, while his other hand kneaded my breast, rolling the nipple between his fingers. "Shh, relax for me," he coaxed, his voice a husky whisper. "Let go, Noelle. Feel how good this can be. I've got you." The rhythmic rubbing eased the discomfort, turning it into waves of pleasure that had me unclenching, my body yielding despite my resolve.
Once I relaxed, he started moving, slow at first, deep thrusts that built a torturous rhythm. His mouth found the tattoo on my chest, lips pressing reverent kisses to the "H.M." etched there. "Don't leave me, Noelle," he murmured against my skin, his voice breaking with need. "Please... stay with me. I can't lose you." He kissed it again, tongue tracing the letters as he picked up pace, driving harder. "Promise me. Say you won't leave me."
I bit my lip harder, refusing to respond, even as he pounded into me relentlessly, each thrust sending jolts of ecstasy through my veins. No way I'd give in, not after everything. He groaned, sensing my silence, and shifted tactics. "Not satisfied? Guess I'm not trying hard enough." With a wicked grin, he flipped us so I was on top, his hands gripping my hips as he guided me down onto him. "Ride me, then. Take what you want—but don't think you can ignore me."
I tried to hold back, but he bucked up, hitting that perfect spot inside, making stars burst behind my eyes. Still, I stayed silent, clenching around him in defiance. He growled, pulling me down for a bruising kiss, then trailed his mouth lower, sucking on my nipples while his fingers worked my clit in tight circles. "Come on, scream forme. Let it out." But I wouldn't—until he angled just right, adding a twist of his hips that had me crying out despite myself, body shuddering in release.
