My other hand roamed her body, tracing those familiar curves. Damn, I knew this body too well. Every spot that made her shiver, every angle that drew out moans, every rhythm that broke her—I had it all memorized, and I was addicted.
Being this close, pressed against her, only fueled the fire. Godknows how these past couple months had tormented me with this need. Good thing she was right here, under me now.
"Kholod—" She mumbled broken syllables against my palm.
"Shh." I nipped her earlobe. "No talking."
My fingers slid between her thighs, dipping into her warmth. She was already starting to get wet there, slick and inviting. I smirked against her skin.
"Looks like you enjoy this in the car, too, huh? Your body's not lying."
She tried to snap back, but I brushed that sensitive spot, and her words melted into fragmented moans. She got even wetter, her hips twitching involuntarily. "Bet you were thinking about this the whole drive, sweetheart. Soaking for me already? That's my girl."
Seeing her somewhat compliant now, I pulled my hand from her mouth. I stripped off my own clothes quickly—no words needed. Grabbing her waist, I positioned myself and thrust in deep, no preamble.
Noelle screamed, her body arching up against the seatbelt.
I didn't give her a second to adjust. I started pounding into her, wild and relentless. Every thrust drove deep and brutal, like I was nailing her to the damn car seat. I needed to erase that bastard's filthy gaze from her skin, wash away every trace. This was me reclaiming absolute ownership of her body. She'd remember whose she was—mine, only mine.
"Kholod, slow down... please," she gasped, nails digging into my shoulders.
"Can't slow down," I growled, not breaking rhythm. "You won't remember if I do."
"You're insane," she whimpered, but her body clenched around me.
"All because of you," I shot back, leaning in to sink my teeth into her shoulder, marking her fresh. I licked down her neck, then lower, trailing my tongue over her waist—the same spot that scum had touched. "Fucking hate that he put his hands here. Gonna make sure you feel only me."
She moaned, twisting under me, but I kept up the pace, suckingand biting along her side, erasing any memory of him with my mouth. "Tell me you hate it too. Say it."
"I... I hate it," she breathed, eyes squeezing shut as I thrust harder.
"Good girl." I grabbed her hips tighter, pulling her into each slam. "Now open your eyes. Look at me."
She didn't, just turned her head away, stubborn as hell.
"Open them," I demanded, slowing my thrusts just a bit, teasing.
Her eyes fluttered open, defiant and fiery.
I eased the pace even more, rolling my hips slowly and deeply. "You feeling good? Tell me."
She bit her lip, jaw clenched, refusing to answer.
"No answer? Fine, I'll stop." I started pulling out, inch by inch.
Her eyes widened in panic. "You bastard—"
I stopped completely, hovering at her entrance, not moving.
Noelle broke, wrapping her legs around me desperately, pulling me back. "Don't stop... please, Kholod, don't."
I grinned, thrusting back in shallow. "So, is it good? You like it?"
Tears welled up, spilling over. "Yes... it's good. So good."
Satisfied, I ramped up the speed, pounding harder. "Only I get to touch you like this? Only I make you feel this way?"
"Yes," she cried, voice breaking with sobs. "Only you... only you can make me like this."
