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Chapter 3

Noah

After dinner, Evelyn decided to take some time to herself. She grabbed two pieces of cake, a glass of her favorite wine and the magazine she is currently reading before retiring to our en-suite bathroom. As much as I want to join her, it's Wednesday, the one night of the week she reserves for herself to take baths and do everything spa-related. It's not like she would mind if I asked her, but I also know she needs that time to herself. She is usually in there for at least two hours doing God knows what. All I know is that her skin is always extra smooth when she crawls into bed with me and I'm looking forward to that.

With my head tilted back into the cushions, I'm sitting on the sofa outside on our back porch. A cigarette in hand, I breathe out the remains of the gray smoke and watch it dance through the air, dissolving into the starry night sky. I raise my cigarette to my lips and inhale deeply, closing my eyes at the comforting sensation of the nicotine filling my lungs .

Tilting my head forward, my eyes land on the ashtray on the table, overflowing with dead ash and remnants of cigarette filters. There is no denying it, I do have to cut down on smoking again. Lately, I've been going through a pack and a half a day, whereas I used to smoke maybe half on bad days. Hell, there was a time when I only smoked on days when I had a job to calm my nerves. But that was when I was eighteen, almost twenty years ago.

I sigh. My Dove would probably be happy too if I smoked less. The way she looks at me, with her nose scrunched up and eyebrows furrowed, whenever I open a new pack, especially if it's the second one for the day, makes it obvious that she hates it.

Unfortunately, cigarettes are one of the few remedies that keep me calm at the moment. That, and sex, but obviously I can't fuck Evelyn twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week. I mean, I could indulge in her body for that long, but she would not appreciate it. We have been doing it a lot lately, and there have been a couple of mornings where she has been sore. She also has her period right now, luckily only for another day or two, but it makes her body more prone to soreness. I've been rougher these past few weeks, grasping at every little crumb to keep my hands and mind occupied. Every day I fight that little voice in the back of my head that screams at me that it is bored, that it wants to go back to New York City, find a client and murder someone.

As the images of dead bodies flash before my inner eye, I groan in frustration. Reaching for my beer on the table, I lift the bottle to my lips and take a large gulp.

I would die for Evelyn, right here, right now, I would take a bullet if it meant she could live in peace. Then why is it so damn hard for me to put my old life behind me and give her the new one that she deserves? I want nothing more than to be the perfect man for her, but how am I supposed to be that if I can't let go?

Needing something to ease the growing restlessness inside me, I slam the bottle back down on the table, put out my cigarette, and push myself to my feet. My heart pounds out of rhythm as I jump down the three steps of our back porch and approach the firewood-chopping block with long strides. My mind races and my vision begins to blur from the frustration clouding my senses.

When I reach the block, I grab the axe that is leaning against it, as well as one of the wooden logs that I still have to chop up. I place the wood on the block, right in the middle, and step back. I take a deep breath before swinging the axe with full force and split the wood in half.

Thud.

Repeat.

Thud.

Repeat.

I repeat the same movement like a mantra. Sweat beads on my forehead, my hair clings to my skin, and my now damp shirt sticks to my body.

"Babe." I stop mid-swing as Evelyn's soft voice calls out to me, breaking me out of my daze and I drop the axe to the ground. Gasping for air, my chest heaving, I turn to face the porch where she is standing at the top of the stairs in her white bathrobe, her hair wrapped up in a towel. The warm outdoor light illuminates her soft features from behind, hiding her face in the shadows. With slow movements, she descends the three steps and walks over to me with small strides to avoid losing her slippers.

To calm my raging heartbeat, I take a deep breath, focusing on the sensation of my lungs inflating and deflating. As soon as she reaches me, she cups my cheeks in her hands and forces me to look at her. My eyes meet hers, deep, brown and so comforting that they almost feel like a warm embrace. Her gaze is gentle and soothing, and I allow myself to get lost in it .

She runs her thumbs across my cheeks, scratching the short stubbles of my growing beard. "You need to shave," she says with a quiet chuckle.

"I know, I am going to do it in the morning."

A small smile tugs at the corners of her lips. She lets go of my face and wraps her arms around my stomach, stepping closer, pressing her body flush against mine. I drape my arms over her shoulders and rest my face against the damp towel on her head. Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath and inhale the scent of her cherry vanilla shampoo. As I focus on her smell and the warmth of her body pressed against mine, the frustration drains from my muscles and my heartbeat begins to slow.

"Babe," she says, breaking the quiet moment.

"Hm?"

"Why don't you and I go hunting tomorrow?" I pull away from her and furrow my eyebrows, while she rests her chin on my chest and looks up at me with a bright smile on her face, soft lines creasing in the corners of her eyes. "What do you think? It might help you feel less fidgety." She takes a single step back and I watch her every move as she removes her hands from my back and places them on my arms resting on her shoulders.

Sucking my lower lip between my teeth, I hesitate. It's a great idea. It's been over a month since our last little hunt. Which turned out messier than either of us had anticipated due to a thunderstorm that caught us by surprise. She was pissed at me for a good week afterwards because she got sick. "That sounds perfect, but are you sure?"

She rolls her eyes at my question. "Of course, I wouldn't suggest it otherwise. I'm in the mood, too." Her smile turns mischievous. She grabs me by the neck of my shirt and pulls me down to crash her lips against mine in a fleeting kiss. "Promise me that you won't hold back."

"I will destroy you." A smirk spreads across my face.

"You'll have to catch me first."

"Nothing easier than that."

"I'm not going to make it easy for you."

"I fucking hope so." My grin grows as she flicks her tongue out of her mouth and licks over my lips.

"Show me what a big and vicious predator you are."

Without warning, I wrap my arms around her middle and lift her off the ground, eliciting a high-pitched squeak from her as I fling her over my shoulder. "Noah!" She slams her fists into my back, but I ignore her and carry her back up the porch. "What the hell are you doing?"

Back in the house, I kick the door shut and turn the key before dropping Eve onto our big sofa, towering over her. My eyes roam over her body. The towel holding her damp hair has come loose and lies on the pillows behind her, her fluffy rope completely disheveled, allowing me a teasing glimpse of her naked body hidden by the single layer of fabric. With every beat of my heart, blood pools between my legs and pumps into my cock, prompting it to harden. "You think I can wait until tomorrow when you flaunt yourself in front of me like a slutty little bird in mating season?" I raise my eyebrows.

She sucks her lower lip between her teeth, nibbling at the soft flesh. "Was I naughty?" The question rolls off her tongue in a cocky voice as she spreads her legs to give me a perfect view of her beautiful pussy, already glistening as her sticky arousal seeps out and coats her folds.

"Very naughty." I step forward, resting one knee on the sofa between her legs. "Perhaps you need to be reminded of the consequences of parading yourself in front of me like a slut."

"You most definitely have to remind me." She flashes me a cheeky grin.

I grab the belt of her robe and pull it loose. The soft fabric slides off her shoulders, revealing her perfect, naked body. My eyes trace the contours of her curves, from her slender shoulders and perfectly shaped tits, down her flat stomach to her rounded hips, until they settle on her pussy. "How strong is your period when you walk around without anything in and risk leaving a trail of blood?" I ask in a hoarse voice as my focus remains on her cunt, watching every pulse of her muscles, waiting for a clot of blood to join her arousal.

"Strong enough for you to taste me," she says, her cheeks flushing with a soft shade of pink. That naughty little slut, she had planned it all along.

"Good." I drop to my knees in front of her, and without hesitation, bury my face between her legs. My tongue slips out of my mouth, flicks over her firm clit. Immediately, her hands fly to my head, clawing at my hair.

I close my eyes and savor the taste of her arousal as it spreads across my tongue. Sliding one of my hands between us, under my chin, two of my fingers slip effortlessly inside her. The muscles of her cunt contract in waves around my fingers, her clit pulsating against the tip of my tongue. Wrapping my lips around her clit, I form a seal and suck on the sensitive nub as I pump my fingers inside her.

Her mouth falls open in a series of high-pitched moans as she rocks her hips back and forth in response to my pursuit. When suddenly, a wave of metallic taste hits my tongue— unmistakably the flavor of blood. It's a raw, primal taste that sends shivers down my spine.

My eyes fly open and I look up at Eve. Her head is thrown back into the pillows, her back arched off the sofa as she continues rocking her hips back and forth. Pulling my fingers out of her, my mouth takes their place, driving my tongue in. I let the taste linger, savoring the way it tingles and spreads across my taste buds.

"Noah." She moans my name in a high-pitched voice as I devour her, curling my tongue inside her. One of my hands comes to rest on her pubic bone, my thumb finding her clit and flicking it before massaging the sensitive nub in circles.

Her legs begin to quiver around me, a clear indication of her impending orgasm. I continue my pursuit, not changing the rhythm or angle, and as expected, her legs clamp around my head, pinning me in place as she screams at the top of her lungs, her hips bucking as she rides the wave of pleasure.

The moment her grip on my head loosens, I pull back and take a deep breath, letting the air fill my lungs. I lift my hand and wipe my face, watching as the remnants of her arousal mix with the faint smears of blood, and a smirk spreads across my face.

Rising to my feet, my eyes land on her, completely naked, sprawled out on the sofa, her arms laying limply by her side as she catches her breath. Her legs are spread wide, her pussy a delicate work of art, her clit swollen, glistening with arousal, and faint strings of blood decorating her folds. Usually, I'm a sucker for the abstract chaos when she's completely drenched in blood, smeared all over her pale skin. But I also appreciate the more peaceful moments. I pull my phone out of the pocket of my pants and snap a quick picture of her, drawing a quiet chuckle from her.

"How many of these pictures do you have now?"

"Not enough." I drop my phone on the coffee table before stepping closer to the sofa until my knees hit the edge. "Sit up, baby," I say, and she does as told, scooting closer to me until her face is right in front of my crotch. She looks up at me with big puppy dog eyes, her lower lip caught between her teeth as I push my pants down and pull out my hard cock with one hand. The other grabs her chin, my thumb pulling her lip from between her teeth before I press it against her lips. "Open up." But she doesn't; instead, she purses her lips into a pout.

"No sex tonight?"

"No, this is just as hard for me as it is for you. You know I love it when you color my cock red, but with what I'm going to do to you tomorrow, you will need the rest. So now be good and open up," I order, and she obeys, her lips parting, her tongue slipping out, creating a perfect path for my cock, offering herself to me .

Releasing her chin, I thread my fingers through the damp strands of her hair, pulling them together and fisting them into a messy ponytail at the back of her head. I wrap the fingers of my other hand around the base of my cock and give myself a few good pumps before lowering myself onto her tongue. Her eyes remain fixed on me as she breathes through her nose.

My cock throbs in anticipation, pulsing against her tongue as I push her head forward, the wet warmth of her mouth wrapping around me. My thigh muscles flex as I have to stop myself from just fucking her throat. With my hand gripping her hair, I guide her head back, only to push her back down, grinding against her slick tongue.

Her eyes fall shut, and with each bob of her head, I can feel her beginning to relax around me, allowing me to go deeper and deeper until the head of my cock hits the back of her throat, drawing an animalistic moan from the depths of my stomach. Her muscles contract around the sensitive tip and my hips jerk at the sensation.

I take a deep breath and place my other hand on her head for additional support. Looking down at her, I find her beautiful brown eyes looking up at me, sparkling through a veil of tears that clouds her vision. God, how I love the sight of her kneeling naked in front of me, about to cry with her lips stretched around my cock as she swallows me so willingly like the good slut she is.

I flash her one last devilish grin before drawing back, only to plunge back in. Throwing my head back, I start a slow, subtle rhythm that only grows more frantic with each time I slam into her mouth. Her hands land on my hips, her nails digging into my skin as she moans around my cock, sending vibrating shock waves through every muscle of my body.

Snotty sobs echo from underneath me, but I don't care. She's more than capable of handling this; she's proven it to me countless times before. My head lolls forward and my eyes land on my cock as it slides effortlessly in and out of her mouth, her beautiful lips wrapped perfectly around my girth. My eyes meet hers as she stares up at me, a soft shade of red coloring the white of her eyes as tears stream down her cheeks.

Just a little longer, I tell myself and continue my chase, driving myself in and out in a feverish rhythm until my hips begin to stutter. Tightening my grip on her hair, I push her all the way down my length, burying her face in my pubic hair as I empty myself down her throat.

My lips part in a guttural moan as her throat muscles contract around my cock, increasing the pressure around my pulsating length as it squeezes out my cum in waves. "Swallow it all, baby," I demand breathlessly, refusing to let go of her head. "I know you're hungry."

It's only when her shoulders start to tremble that I release her and pull out of her mouth with a wet pop. She immediately throws her head back, gasping for air, her eyes wide open, and I can't help the grin that spreads across my face. I cup her cheeks in my hands and catch sight of a drop of cum running down her chin. Tracing the curve of her lower lip, I scoop up the drop with my thumb before forcing it into her mouth, onto her tongue.

"We are not going to waste a single drop, baby bird." She nods her head and wraps her lips around my thumb, maintaining eye contact as she eagerly swirls her tongue around the finger, then sucks it clean. "That's a good girl," I say, thrusting my finger deeper into her mouth.

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