Page 52 of Spell Ya Later

“You’re sure? You want this?” he asks, lifting his head a fraction of an inch.

He asks me thisnow? When I have no words left to let him know just how much I want this? The audacity of this man!

I nod ferociously instead, lifting my hips again in what I hope is an obvious desire formore. Whatever more is. I may never have personally experienced more, but I know I want it.

Seemingly appeased by my body’s response, he pulls off my underwear and buries his head between my thighs.

The squeal I emit makes me happy there’s a brick wall between me and the neighbors.

My body falls back on the kitchen island, the marble cool against my overheated, sweaty skin.

Noah throws my thighs over his shoulders as he eats me within an inch of my life. His tongue dips inside and my back arches at the breach. My hands bury themselves in his bushy curls. The answering groan vibrates through my entire body, making me clench around his tongue.

“Noah.”

“Fuck, I love how you say my name,” he says, nipping my inner thigh.

“Love how you taste.” He bites my inner thigh. “Love how you move.”

I’m only able to whine in response to his praise, pulling his head from my legs and back to my cunt. I’m so close. So, so close. I just need a little bit more and I’ll be right there.

He chuckles but obeys my request, lapping at my clit. His fingers have a bruising hold around my thigh and I want more. More marks. More proof of his passion on my skin.

“That’s it, baby. Take what you need. Take it.”

Holy hell.

One finger enters me, and my body explodes like a firework. The orgasm is sudden and overpowering. My back arches almost painfully as my shoulders lift off the island. It’s as if I’ve been electrocuted. The current has made my nerves almost raw. My whole body is floating as magic and sex and electricity course through me.

I am powerful.

I’ve had little moments of exploration on my own before, but it never felt like this.

It’s only as I come back down I realize that I really was floating. Levitating. Channeling magic in the most intense way I ever have, and I hope to God he didn’t notice.

He rises, hungry gaze roaming my naked body, and adjusts himself in his pants. The obvious sign of his continued arousal is threatening to tear his jeans in two.

I’d rather it tear me in two.

“Help me up?” I ask, comforted by the fact that he isn’t asking about the floating.

He takes my hands and pulls me to sit up, a smug smile breaking over his face.

“Bed?” I ask, wrapping my legs around him once more.

He’s proven he can carry me and there’s no way in hell I’m going to be able to walk anywhere. Not with the mind-blowing orgasm having turned my brain into goo, and the stubble burn already aching between my legs.

“Anything you want. I’m yours, Hazel.” He lifts me gently. A moment of connection in the middle of the passion. It’s so uniquely us.

“I’m yours, too, Noah.” Because I am.

He kisses me once more, allowing me to taste my release on his tongue. It shouldn’t be as hot as it is, and yet I’m practically rubbing myself against him like a cat by the time we make it to the bedroom.

I’ve completely surrendered to this dynamic. The inherent knowledge that he’s going to take care of me. He can do with me as he pleases because I trust him to make me feel good. To protect me.

I bounce twice on the bed before he crawls up my body, reconnecting our lips. My nails dig into his shoulder blades, leaving little crescent moons on his skin.

It satisfies a primal urge inside me. I want to know he’s marked. To know if anyone were to see his back, they’d see that he’s taken. That he’s mine.