"Noelle, who makes you feel like this?"
"You do..."
"Louder."
"Kholod!" I practically screamed it, tears threatening to fall. "You... it's you..."
"Good." His satisfied chuckle rumbled through me as he pushed deep inside.
"Ah—!" This angle was deeper, practically nailing me to the seat.
"Remember this feeling," he moved with brutal rhythm, whispering in my ear. "Remember who gives it to you."
I couldn't respond, could only ride the waves he created. The car filled with gasps and the sound of flesh against flesh, shame and pleasure twisted together.
Watching this untouchable man lose control because of me, go mad because of me—something deep inside me thrilled at being needed.
He needed me. Not the savior, not some marriage pawn, but Noelle Bellucci herself. The thought both terrified and exhilarated me.
"Kholod... I... I can't..."
"Hold on a little longer." He pressed his forehead to mine, sweat dripping.
"No... really..."
"Together." His order was final as his hand found where we were joined, fingers working that sensitive spot.
When he touched the most sensitive place, climax crashed over me like a tidal wave. I screamed, feeling him follow moments after.
For a long time, only our ragged breathing filled the garage.
He pushed himself up, studying my face.
"Noelle..." he started, voice unusually hesitant.
"Don't talk." I turned away. "I don't want to hear it."
He fell silent for a few seconds, then said nothing, just lifted me up and fixed my clothes.
The expensive ice-blue dress was wrinkled beyond repair, but he patiently helped me back into it.
"Can you walk?"
I nodded, then immediately stumbled when I tried to stand.
He caught me instantly, then swept me up without a word.
"Put me down—"
"Shut up."
I finally gave up struggling, letting him carry me through the garden back to the master bedroom.
He set me on the bed and headed for the bathroom. Soon, water was running.
"Go shower." He emerged. "I've drawn you a bath."
I didn't move.
