In one swift motion, I shoved him backwards, plunging him under the water. Holding him under until he fought and flailed. I wasn’t sure my cock could get any harder.
Jerking him out of the water so he could breathe, I said, “Never forget how easily I can kill you.”
Sucking in deep breaths of frigid night air, Noah reached for his towel. Sliding a hand beneath it and producing a knife that he pressed against my throat.
“That goes both ways, prince. I thought we’d moved past this little game.” He pressed the knife against my skin hard enough to draw blood.
“Then why did you have a knife under your towel?” I quirked up a brow. I fucking loved how he was ready for anything. How he matched my crazy on every level.
Noah leaned in close, his lips grazing mine. “What can I say? I enjoy playing with you. And I know you better than you think I do.”
I felt the warmth of blood sliding down my neck. Having Noah pressed against me with a weapon to my throat gave me a heavy rush. My cock strained between us. So badly I needed to bury it inside him.
“God, I fucking love you.” The words left my lips, hanging between us. It felt natural to say it, even though it left me shaken.
Noah’s eyes lit up with a devilish light. “Well damn. I didn’t expect you to say it first.” He tossed the knife aside before leaning in to lick the blood drop that ran down my neck. Pressing his lips to mine, he murmured, “I love you too, dark prince.”
Fisting a handful of his wet hair, I held tight while plundering his mouth with my tongue. Delving deep. Kissing him with a desperate desire I’d never possessed for anyone before. Something about this man reached a part of me that I’d buried deep so long ago. A piece of myself I’d forgotten about.
Somehow, it had taken Noah’s aggressive persistence to bring it back to life. To make me feel. My hunger for him knew no end. No true satisfaction. He always left me wanting. Needing more.
His hand disappeared between us, finding my cock. Gripping tight. Stroking me until I groaned into his mouth. I bit down on his lip until I tasted his blood too.
He touched me with certainty, knowing exactly how to make me come apart in his hands. I thrust against his palm, desperate for so much more. Needing to be inside him. Connected. Our kiss grew frantic. Raw and agonized.
Knowing how easily he could make me come, I grabbed his wrist, stopping his motions. “Not here. Take me to your bedroom.”
It wasn’t a request but a command. When Noah hesitated, wanting to make me hurt for it, I spun us around, pinning himagainst the side of the hot tub. His low chuckle reached deep inside me.
“I love it when you’re forceful. Makes me hard as a fucking rock.” Taking my hand, Noah guided it down between his legs.
Not needing any encouragement, I fisted his thick erection. Pumping it several times before suddenly releasing him. He needed to want this as bad as I did.
When we left the hot tub, I was so amped up that I barely felt the night air hit my wet skin. Wrapped in towels, we entered the house through the sliding door in the kitchen, pausing to wipe our wet feet. The house was quiet, only the sound of a clock ticking somewhere.
Noah led me up to his bedroom, closing the door behind us. Not content to wait around, I threw him down on the bed, climbing on top of him. Again my mouth found his. Kissing him like it was Halloween, Christmas, and New Year’s Eve all rolled into one. Every damn one of my favorite days.
The light stubble decorating his jaw was rough against my lips as I made my way down to his neck. Kissing and biting. Letting his little pained noises get inside my head. Bruising him in multiple places. I needed to leave my presence behind. To be all over him, even when I wasn’t anywhere near him.
Suddenly, Noah rolled us over so he was on top. Exerting enough force to pin me beneath him. Sure I could have fought back. I kind of liked having him take a forceful stance.
“I can’t wait to have your gorgeous cock again,” he whispered softly between kisses. “Give me five minutes. I’ll be back. You’ll find what you need in the top drawer.”
As he climbed off me, he nodded toward his dresser. Slipping into the attached bathroom, Noah gently closed the door, leaving me alone in his bedroom. I assumed he went to do whatever he needed to prep himself for what was about to happen.
Rolling off the bed, I went to the dresser, finding a bottle of lube and a few condoms inside the top drawer. Noah and I had never used condoms. A potentially stupid move on our parts. However, I knew that I was clean and safe. I didn’t want there to be anything between us. Not even a thin layer of rubber.
Standing naked and damp in the middle of his bedroom, I took a look around. Noah’s bedroom was typical. A pile of laundry in the corner instead of in the basket. A laptop and a tablet on top of the dresser along with three burner phones. Blinds covering a window that looked out onto the front lawn.
What I loved most was that it felt like him. His energy was everywhere. I wanted to always be surrounded by Noah’s vibes. Feeling him all around me.
Curious and a little nosey, I opened the drawer on his bedside table. The only thing inside was a semi-automatic handgun. As I slid the drawer shut, he emerged from the bathroom.
“Snooping through my things? Why, Dom, I am shocked.” Placing a hand on his chest, he feigned surprise. “No worries. I snooped through your bedroom too when you went to the washroom.”
My lips twitched into a smile. “You bastard. I wasn’t snooping. Okay, maybe I was. It’s not like I found anything interesting anyway.”
“Are you saying that I’m boring?” He gave me a playful shove, making me stumble toward the bed.
