14. Chapter 14

Chapter 14

O n a trip to Hollingsdale once, Willa ventured into the rear section of the local bookshop. As with every visit to town, her mother permitted her to purchase as many books as she could carry.

The gesture was not out of kindness. It was done only because Margaret knew that the more her daughter read, the more likely Willa would stay hidden in her conservatory and leave the rest of them alone.

So, when she wandered into the little bookshop off Main Street that day, her family left her to her own devices, as did the shop’s proprietor, who understood both Willa’s ailments and that she was never truly permitted much freedom away from Haven House.

And that was how she ended up in the rear of the bookshop. A secret corner where the more risqué selections could be found. Nothing too untoward, of course. A sordid romance here or there, and perhaps an art book where the sketches involved nudity.

It was one of the art books Willa had dared to open. Skimming the pages as her cheeks reddened, she absorbed as much as she could. The beautiful women in their many shapes and sizes, the men with their heated gazes and blatant arousals, and the sketches of them copulating vigorously on various pieces of furniture .

All of it had seemed so scandalously delicious, and she had returned the book to the shelf, disappointedly secure in the fact that she would never experience such a moment.

Oh, how wrong she had been.

Laying on the small bed, her feet firmly planted on the mattress and legs spread as she waited, Willa stretched her arms over her head. “Are you going to tease me like this for the rest of the night?”

Eyes on her breasts, Noah remained kneeling between her thighs, stroking himself. “I’m attempting to get myself under control, or this will end quicker than I would like,” he murmured. “Have you ever touched yourself?”

She knew exactly what he meant, and in her current state, Willa didn’t think she could become any more self-conscious, so she answered truthfully. “Yes.”

“Did you enjoy it?”

“Not as much as what you did to me in the forest.”

“Do it now,” he demanded, his gaze dropping to that pulsing heat waiting. “I want to see.”

Lowering her hand, she mimicked his movements from when they stood in front of the mirror. Tiny circles of pressure served to soak her fingers and drive her hips upward as her body sought to be filled.

Noah watched intently, and with cock in hand, he leaned forward to rub the tip along her opening. He groaned, edging her with the promise of entering. “Would you like me to use my tongue?”

Willa nodded enthusiastically. But that wasn’t good enough for Noah.

“Answer me.” His free hand latched onto her thigh, holding her still. The motion of his cock increased, burying itself a little further. “You are drenched and ready, but do you want me to taste you first? Do you want my tongue inside you, Willa?”

“Yes.”

He was on her in seconds. Feasting as if she were his final meal. Her own fingers were knocked away as he devoured her in the most explicitly carnal way possible. The pleasure built under the assault, gaining speed and quickening in her belly. She swore loudly and lifted her hips just as his eyes rolled up in his head.

“Oh, God, I’m going to...” The wave prepared to crash down on her. Rising high and ready to obliterate as he sucked her tender flesh between his teeth. “ Scream .”

“Not yet.” Abruptly ending his work, Noah covered her with his body to settle between her legs. “On my cock,” he growled, notching inside her once more. “I want to feel this cunt holding me when you fall apart.”

To hear such vulgar language only spurned her on, and she clung to him, gasping as he filled her. The pain sliced for but a second, her mind registering it briefly as her body contracted.

“I… Noah…”

He struggled to be careful while she groaned, holding still as the stinging pain merged with an undeniable pleasure. “Holy hell,” she whimpered, the muscles in her body drawing tight as he began to move at an achingly slow pace. “Deeper. I want you deeper, Noah.”

Lifting up on his arms, Noah stared at her with a ferocious love burning in his gaze. “Hold on to me,” he panted, his labored breaths making him hoarse. “I’ll give you what you need.”

Obeying, she gripped his waist, and their tempo accelerated. The steady drum of his hips colliding with hers had Willa moving with him. Moans carried through the air, the harmonious sound driving her to widen her legs and give him room to move.

The bed’s metal headboard banged loudly against the plank wall, and its squeaking mattress wasn’t doing much better against their attack. Sweet release chased her again, crawling across her skin as it sought freedom. It promised a cataclysmic demise, pulling at the very fabric of her being.

“Don’t stop, Noah.”

And Noah appeared to have no intention of doing any such thing. His parted lips curved upward as he filled her with a heavy ramming, striking the place inside where she needed it most. “Give it to me, Willa. Give me what’s mine.”

Holding his supple ass with clawed fingers, she bounced beneath him, riding every hit with greedy abandon. “Anything.”

That’s when it happened. The end of Wilhelmina Fairweather. The woman she once was evaporated into nothing, wiped away by the unmatched bliss coursing through her. She screamed his name—louder than she had ever screamed. She swore. She begged. She thrashed and convulsed, dying the most beautiful of deaths.

“So, good.” Noah’s own broken shouts joined hers. “You feel so good, Willa.”

A trembling took over, diving down to her very center, and the tempo of his thrusts changed. Rolling his hips, he worked at burying himself completely. “Take all of me love,” he grunted. “I know you can.”

And she did. Bringing her knees to her chest, she opened her legs as Noah held her thighs to ride her with lengthy pumps of his cock.

“That’s it.” Above her, Noah’s large frame shook, his thrusting turning erratic. He let out a shout as he lost a little more control over himself. “Ah, God, that’s it, Willa.”

Her greedy body squeezed around him, wanting everything he was giving. She had no idea how she had lived without this—without him—for as long as she had. Noah was the other half of her soul and to survive without him would be impossible from this day forward.

The muscles in his stomach shivered as the shouts crossing his lips turned to moans. “Are you my woman?”

“Yes,” she cried, losing herself yet again to him. She understood what to expect this time and relaxed, welcoming the annihilation with fevered excitement. “I’m yours.”

“Are you going to be my wife?”

The question catapulted them both over the edge, and Noah spilled into her, his cock pulsing and bringing her own end exploding forth. She gave her reply in the middle of it, forever fusing their lives together .

“No one will ever take you from me.” He collapsed on top of her when it was over, kissing her leisurely as he made promises she knew he would keep until their dying days. “You are forever mine, Willa.”

They lay in the dark, facing each other, hands and lips exploring. Sweat cooled their skin, creating a comfortable enough temperature for them to lie naked atop the blankets.

“Men shouldn’t be so beautiful.” She traced the etched muscles of his chest with her fingertips. “But you are.”

Nibbling on her neck, he palmed a breast. “Do I need to take you back over to the mirror?” he asked. “Bend you over in front of it and have you from behind just so you can watch how beautiful you are.” He sunk his teeth into her flesh. “Especially when taking my cock.”

Take her from behind? She shivered at the thought. “Such language, Dr. Anderson.”

Leaving a trail of kisses down to her breasts, he swirled his tongue over a nipple, teasing it into a peak. “You like hearing me say cock.”

“I like you using it, too.”

Dropping a delicate kiss on one breast before moving to another, Noah continued to learn her body. His hands hadn’t stopped moving since they finished, as if he were memorizing every line and curve with his touch.

Willa giggled when his teeth scraped a ticklish spot. This couldn’t be real. This moment was like a dream she’d dreamt a thousand times. A fantasy she’d concocted in her head to get through the days of being so lonely.

“When you say take me from behind , do you mean like an animal?”

He planted a kiss on her stomach before looking up and casually rubbing his stubbled chin against her skin. “With a little more skill, I hope, but yes, it’s the same concept. ”

A thought took over, and she couldn’t stop it from coming out of her mouth. She had already asked, but… “Have you done what we just did with many women?”

Noah worked his way back up her body, settling on top of her so they could be face to face. “A few, but I cannot say it was anything like what we just did.”

She didn’t want to know. Really. “How so?”

“Before you, it was only to fulfill a need.”

“And after me?”

“There is only you.” He kissed her, their tongues seeking to match each stroke of the others with perfect synchronicity. “There will only be you.”

Holding him close as they took their time enjoying the moment, she listened as he told her of his plans. They would go to Ohio first and see if she handled the change.

“And you’ll get to see snow for the first time.”

“I beg your pardon.” She faked outrage, batting her lashes at him. “I’ve seen snow before, and we even went down to the beach to watch it mix with the powder sand.”

He grinned, that boyishness coming over him again. “That sounds strange but oddly beautiful.”

They continued to discuss their future, talking about his parents and how they would hopefully be able to visit them in the spring.

“My parents are going to love you, Willa.”

“Why can’t we go meet them first?” she asked. “Why do you want to go to Ohio when they live in Indiana?”

“A man named Edward Parsons is a doctor in Ohio. I worked under him and have been writing to him about your case,” he told her. “He once treated an entire family of asthmatics quite successfully. All twenty-something of them have gone on to live fully under his care.”

A full life.

With Noah.

“That sounds amazing. ”

“Dr. Parsons had actually offered me a job directly before I came down here, and if you do well in the area of his practice, I mean to take him up on it.” He rubbed his nose against hers. “So, tell me, Wilhelmina Fairweather. Will you be content being the wife of a lowly Ohio doctor?”

She pretended to think on the matter. “I’m not sure, but I will try my best.”

“Oh, will you?” He tickled her ribs, eliciting a squeal. “Well, I will have to do my best to keep you satisfied.”

Willa wrapped her legs around him. “I can think of a few ways you can keep me satisfied,” she said.

“No, you harlot,” he teased. “You’ll be too sore, and I don’t want to hurt you.”

“But I would very much like to do more screaming,” she confessed, prepared to beg shamelessly. “Can we do other things?”

“Oh, absolutely.”