Page 78 of Dollhouse

“Fuck…” The word draws slowly from his mouth and I squirm in response. His thumb traces my jawline, feeling the underside of my mouth as he fills it. “You look so fucking pretty right now.”

I preen under his praise, popping him from my mouth and raising to push him back. “Lie down.”

He chuckles low, letting me manhandle him back onto the desk before raising the thin sweater and clamoring on top of him. “Good fuckinggod, Emma,” he groans as I crawl up and position myself over top of him. His large hands grip my hips,holding the clothing out of the way so he has a perfect view of me teasing his cock with my wetness.

It’s almost hard to move in this position, my knees spread wide over his hips, but he holds me steady as I find my way. For just a moment, hesitancy emerges at the newness of this dynamic. Noah has never been beneath me like this, has never handed me the reins. I never asked for them, but here we are now, with me on top and a devastatingly beautiful man below me, watching as I figure this out.

“Hey,” he says softly and our heavy eyes meet. “Do not push yourself, or I will end this.”

I blink, exhaling heavily and steel myself. Then, I start to sink onto him, slowly, waiting to see how it feels.

He waits right with me, eagle eyes searching for any sign of discomfort, pain, panic, and the intensity there keeps it all at bay. The need to make sure I’m okay is exactly what makes it work, for someone to just care enough about me that I don’t have to wonder if they do.

I keep sinking, mouth parting as he fills me. His hands flex, tight on my skin and I wonder if he even realizes the strength of his grip. I love it, the possession, the need. That he has the control, but part of himdoesn’t.

“You love me,” I say simply, because it’s beyond obvious and I can’t believe for a moment I’d lost sight of it.

I roll my hips and his breath is heavy, choppy as I set a slow pace. His thumb brushes against my hip bone as he licks his lips. “Yeah, baby. I love you.”

I’m nodding like an idiot because maybe I am right now, for forgetting. I let him steady me as I pick up speed, focusing on the way he fills me, the way we fucking fit like the universe knew I would need him like this someday. To feel whole and human and cherished again. “I love you too.”

If there’s pain remaining, I brush it to the side as I find my rhythm. Bruises are gone, the stitches removed. The nails I’d broken fighting the men who’d hurt me are no longer scabbed.

The scars that remain are invisible to any stranger that ever looks at me, but somehow it feels like each and every one is vivid on my skin for Noah. They’re obvious and loud and he sees them but more importantly, seesmeunderneath them. He loves me regardless and wants me all the same as he ever fucking did.

His hips must escape the bindings he tried to place on himself and start raising to meet me as my slow, safe movements become more needy, more confident. “Eyes on mine,” he grits out.

I meet them and he nods shortly. “You won, Emma. Look at you now, pretty girl. Taking what you want.” He sits up, my breath catching as his hands rise to my head, holding it tightly between them as he looks down at my mouth. “My beautiful fucking Angel,” he bites out, a starving kiss peppering each word as he thrusts into me.

His hand circles the back of my neck, gripping me roughly as he forces me to take the rough strokes, my eyes struggling to stay open as he gives me everything he has. His tongue traces my bottom lip and I shiver, his mouth a ghost on mine. “I’ve never been more proud of you, stealing the worthless life from the bastard that hurt you. Stealing your pleasure from me. You can take it all, Angel, and I’ll make sure you always get it, you hear me?”

My head falls back, his praise a trigger in my head as I start to climb. “Yes, please, please, Noah. Oh mygod.”

He slams inside me, mouth locked in a low growl as he fucks me like no time has passed at all. An arm wraps around my waist, pulling me close as he lifts me and stands, savagely sucking on my neck as he turns and lays me on the desk, swipingaway a stray pencil cup. It clatters to the floor as he pushes on my legs and slides inside me.

The strangled groan he bites back sets me on fire, and my nails dig into my own skin as I hold my legs for him, offering him everything I have. Leaning forward, he brushes away the damp hair from my forehead, his eyes somehow still piercing despite the lust drunk heaviness in them. “Every fucking inch of you still belongs to me, Emma.” His hand brushes my temple. “Here,” he says, cradling my head before dropping it to my chest, and pressing down lightly to feel my frenzied heartbeat. “Here.” I choke back a sob as he watches me eat up his words. His touch drops further, sliding against the slickness of him entering me before smoothing my arousal along my clit. He smirks, and my stomach drops. “Here.”

His pace picks up, his expression heating as desperation lights up his eyes. “When you doubt me, just know I have those pieces of shit locked up, in my control.” There’s an animal glint in his eyes and it does something wicked to every part of me. It’s not often I get to see this side of him, the dangerous Noah that he tries to keep hidden from my eyes, and I revel in it. He’s beautiful like this.

His hands lock on my hips, forcing me to meet every pounding thrust of his while my mouth falls open on a nonsensical whine. Jaw clenching as he watches me flutter around him, pressing my legs further to the side. “They’re locked in my cages now, baby,” he says, a small devilish smile on his face as he leans forward and steals a kiss from my quivering lips. He groans into my mouth, grinding against me until I shake beneath him. His mouth drops to my neck, my collarbone. “And I’ll fucking kill every single one of them, every mutt that touched you. I’ll put them down like fucking dogs.”

It shouldn’t, but the words ignite inside me. The picture of him, enthusiastically extracting his revenge on Bundy, on Eric, it’s got my hands fisting in his hair.

“Would you like that, Em? You want to watch me fucking tear them apart for you? ‘Cause that’s what I’m gonna do,” he says, the words a sermon I want to attend until Idie. His eyes meet mine, his forehead resting against my brow, as his thumb circles my clit, and he grinds inside me, electric pulsing through my body in an overwhelming rhythm. “I’ll make them feel every fucking thing they took from you, and then I’ll let you watch as I collect their lives in my hands.” His mouth finds mine and he sucks on my bottom lip as he fucks each panting breath from my mouth. “An offering for my very own goddamnAngel,”he grits. “Jesus Christ, I missed fucking you, baby.” He bites his lip again, watching as my legs shake. “I missed you looking at me like you are right now. Don’t ever let me hear you say I don’t want you again, you hear me?”

Nodding frantically, I tighten around him, crying out as my muscles lock and he thrusts into me a final time.

His eyes are hungry on where we connect, watching as he fills me. “There you go, Emma. Everything you asked for, because how can I ever deny you?”

His tone is rough but I smile, a peal of laughter like music as I catch the playful glint in his eye. “Thank you,” I say with a tremor in my voice, my body singing and my heart hammering in my chest.

His teeth nip lightly at my chin, tilting my head back so he can plant a kiss right on the pulse point below my ear. “Don’t thank me. It’s my job to make sure you know what you mean to me. Always, Emma. Fucking always.”

My body and mind shake as he kisses the top of my head and cradles my face in his hands. Every part of me content inhanding the reins back over to him, because Noah’s got me, just like Bo said.

Every tattered piece of me that exists belongs to him, because it’s his hands that help stitch them back together. I hope to god we have forever to look back on the finished work, the masterpiece created when one broken soul gave itself over to the man that stole her body first, but then came back for her heart.

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