THIRTY-SIX
A thousand-year-old hunger is in this kiss.
His sweet tongue darts over my lips, and I part them. It makes my head go empty. His hand intertwines with my hair at the back, and he pulls me closer to his body. He’s quick to use his free hand to pull us up, then he pushes me against the glass window.
I shiver under his touch, his scent fills my senses, and my knees almost give in. His kisses are rough, overflowing with passion and need. He groans against my lips and continues to swirl his tongue against mine. The taste of whiskey provokes a small moan from me.
Hudson smirks against my lips.
He lets go of my head, picks me up, and carries me back to his leather chair. He sits down with me on his lap, wraps his arms around my waist, and pulls me as close as possible.
“Hudson.” I break the kiss. “We’re in a fucking club.”
“So? No one will disturb us, and no one can see us.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
His hands travel from my waist up to my collarbone, then he starts touching the little lace scarf that’s wrapped around my throat. I grab his hand, holding it in place. His eyes snap to mine, and he’s waiting for an explanation.
“Don’t look at it.” I swallow. “It’s hideous.”
His jaw clenches. “I don’t give a shit. It’s mine to look at. Move your hand.”
My hand shakes as I put it in my lap and close my eyes. Slowly, he unties the fabric, and it falls to the floor without making a sound. The silence is deafening. I’m not sure how many minutes pass with him just staring at the scar. It’s three inches long and although it’s not thick, it’s still swollen, and it will be that ugly purple shade for quite some time.
His fingertips gently trace around it, and I flinch. When I open my eyes, I see the hurt and pain flash behind his stare. It hurts to see how much it affects him, and I don’t know what to do.
Slowly, I grab his hand and place a soft kiss on his wrist.
“Noelle,” he whispers and brings his eyes to mine. “Never do anything like that again. Do you fucking understand me? I can’t lose you.”
I nod. “I won’t. I promise.”
He kisses me again. This time, it’s much more dominant. It’s greedier. He can’t get enough of me. His hands are all over my body. He’s quick to unbutton my shirt, take it off, and toss it to the side. There are a few scars here and there—marks from the taser—but it’s not too bad. I’m just insecure because I’ve never seen my body in a similar state. It’s usually me who gives people scars like this.
He starts unbuttoning my pants, and I stand up, suddenly forgetting all about our location. He pulls my pants and underwear down and starts kissing my thighs. It’s the first time he hasn’t bitten or left a mark anywhere, but I can only guess that it’s because I’m already covered in too many scars.
He stops, looking up at me for permission as his fingers hook around his belt. I nod, and he takes off his belt and the rest of his clothes, allowing it to fall to his ankles. His cock is hard already, and it’s enough to make me beyond wet. He tugs me forward, and I’m back on his lap, grinding against his dick.
He groans and immediately brings his head to my chest, kissing over the bra before he tugs it down. The straps snap, and he grins. With an eye roll, my head falls back, and he starts sucking and teasing my erect nipples. One with his mouth, one with his fingers. He tugs on it lightly, and a moan escapes my throat.
“God, Noelle,” he grits out. “You’re so fucking perfect. And you’re all mine.”
I shudder at the sensation, my lips parting ever so slightly. I feel myself growing more aroused as time passes, but Hudson takes his sweet time. He’s touching every inch of my skin that he can, placing soft, tender kisses all over my flesh. He stops around the mark on my throat and is very careful in that area.
He grips my waist, and I stand up slightly.
I grab his cock, and it twitches in my hand as I position it at my entrance. I’m too needy to continue with this teasing game. I’ve been missing him like fucking crazy, and it’s impossible for me to hold back anymore.
In one, swift thrust, I lower myself on him and cry out. It’s been a while, but it feels so fucking good. He reaches the deepest parts of me, and I sit there for a moment, letting myself adjust to his girth.
He hisses, and a lazy grin tugs on the corner of his lips.
“Noelle,” he says with a little laugh. “I’m getting you pregnant tonight.”
My eyes widen. “What? No.”
“I wasn’t asking,” he replies dryly. “I’m telling you. I’ve waited long enough for that. And judging by the way you’re gripping me, I’d say you’re not entirely against the idea.”
He starts moving me on his cock, up and down in a steady rhythm. He’s afraid he’ll break me if he goes any faster or harder, and it annoys me. I’m not a doll he can easily break. But it does give me a moment to think about it.
I’ve never given kids much thought. I’m not against having them, but I always thought it would come much later in life, when I’m married and in a better, more stable place in life. But given my profession, is there such a thing as the perfect timing?
“You’re overthinking,” he says and slams me down. A moan slips from my mouth, and my mind goes back to Hudson. “Why are you thinking so much about it when I’m right in front of you? Just think about me and how good I’m making you feel.”
I grab his shoulders to steady myself and start moving on my own. His lips find the sweet spot between my neck and shoulder, and he grazes his teeth lightly across the flesh.
My hand moves, and that’s when I uncover another very surprising thing.
A while ago, I bit Hudson’s shoulder. I felt my teeth penetrate his flesh, and I tasted his blood on my tongue. It was bound to leave a scar, but I never thought he would tattoo my teeth on his skin.
“You tattooed my teeth?”
He gives me a goofy grin. “Of course. It’s my favorite tattoo.”
His thumb comes down to my clit, rubbing and teasing it. His strokes are slow and as I pick up the pace, so does Hudson. It creates a whirlpool of sensations that slowly build in the pit of my stomach.
“You can be rougher,” I whisper. “It’s okay.”
That’s all the convincing Hudson needs. With a loud growl that sends shudders down my body, he starts moving his hips in the rhythm of my movements. My vision blurs and each time he hits my most sensitive spot, a small scream fills the room.
My heart races rapidly, the sensations almost too much for me to handle.
“Oh, God.” My eyes close as he starts thrusting, and he reaches depths I never knew were possible.
“I told you already, I’m no deity, baby. But I don’t mind your pretty moans of worship.”
“Hudson, give me more,” I groan out.
He stops, grabs my ass, and picks me up. I’m pinned against the wall in a moment, and it reminds me of the first time we had sex. This time, there’s so much more emotion, and it makes my stomach twist and turn in anticipation.
Hudson kisses me and starts thrusting in a violent manner without giving me any time to rest in between. Not that I need to rest; if I could do this for the rest of my life, I would.
He makes me feel so fucking good. His hands grip my waist to keep me in place, his lips on my jaw. He’s kissing and nibbling it, all while fucking me like a starved man. He’s acting like I’m the piece he’s been looking for, and he’s taking full advantage of this position.
And I fucking love it.
He’s groaning, his voice rough and deep. It makes a bubble of excitement burst in my chest, and I’m slowly losing my mind. His touches, his deep strokes combined with those sweet sounds are the most dangerous combination.
“I feel you clenching around me baby,” he groans. “Let go. Let it all go, and come on my cock.”
“Fuck,” I moan. “I’m so close, Hudson.”
“Me too, baby. Open your eyes and look at me while I fill you up.”
My eyes snap open, and I’m met with such an intense gaze that my pussy clenches around him. The depth of his stare, the love and the desire for me, overpower anything else, and it’s enough for me to start trembling as the waves of my orgasm start to crest.
“I see it in your eyes, Noelle,” he says. “But I’ll need you to use your words and tell me what you want.”
My bottom lip quivers. “I want you to come inside me, Hudson. Get me pregnant.”
Shock and surprise flash behind his forest-green eyes, and he immediately grins. He kisses me, pulls my bottom lip between his teeth, and grazes it a little before sucking on it.
“That’s my good girl,” he murmurs. “You’ll be a good girl and take all of it, won’t you?”
“Yes.” I nod, struggling to breathe.
“If it doesn’t happen tonight, it will happen soon. I’m not stopping until I put a baby inside you.”
That sentence does it for me. I moan loudly, and my eyes roll to the back of my head. I clench around him and let it all go, coming down from the high in waves. He doesn’t stop thrusting, slamming into me while staring right into my eyes.
He groans. “Here you go, baby. Take all of it.”
With one last thrust, he pushes himself so deeply inside of me that I can feel him in my stomach. His hot come spurts inside me, and I feel every last drop hitting my inner walls.
Hudson’s breathing is heavy, uneven, and he’s struggling to keep himself in check. Even after orgasming, he’s still rock hard and doesn’t show any signs of being satisfied anytime soon.
He throws me a grin. “God, baby. You’re so pretty.”
He kisses my cheeks, my nose, and finally lands on my lips. I wrap my hands around his neck and pull him closer. I’m insatiable when it comes to him. I’m addicted, and I need more.
He breaks off the kiss, and a sigh of disappointment slips from my lips.
“No need to make that face, I’m not done with you, but we do need to leave. This place isn’t what I have in mind.”
He pulls out and slowly puts my feet back on the ground. He gets dressed in record time, then helps me get dressed. He carefully ties the scarf around my neck, then picks me up bridal-style.
“Let me go. I can walk perfectly fine.”
“Will you just let me take care of you? I love pampering you.”
I give him a glare. “Then give me money. That’s the best way to pamper me.”
He chuckles. “I’ll give you millions if you want.”
“I do. Thank you.”
While we’re exiting the crowded club, my eyes fall on Cecilia. She grins at me, winks, then turns her attention back to the people she’s sitting with. I don’t know them, and I’m sure she doesn’t either, but she’s making herself busy.
“Hudson, I have a little favor.”
“Yes?”
“For the love of God, don’t make this last another week.”
He grins. “I can’t promise you that.”