Chapter 96
Noah
If I’d had any sense left, I would’ve been terrified. This wasn’t a scene
in his basement; it wasn’t some carefully drawn boundary where Dom
and sub could blur into something safe. This was my dorm. My space.
My territory. The wrongest place we could’ve chosen.
At any second, someone could’ve knocked, pushed the door open,
asked to borrow notes or a charger or whatever the hell. At any
second, the music down the hall could’ve cut, and the silence
would’ve betrayed us. At any second, one of my teammates could’ve
realized Coach Mercer walked in here and didn’t come out.
I should’ve been freaking out.
But none of that meant shit.
Because for better or worse, I was already falling. Hell, I’d already
fallen–and I’d told him as much. The words were still burning
between us. And as terrifying as that truth was, it was also the most
exciting, inevitable thing I’d ever felt.
And I wanted him–risk and all.
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Aiden’s weight pressed into me, pinning me to the door, his chest hot
against my back, his breath dragging rough over my ear. I felt trapped
and free all at once, every nerve strung tight, every thought stripped
bare until all that existed was him.
My mouth was dry, my lips trembling before I forced the words out,
low and shaky. “Sir… there’s lube. In my drawer.”
kom.
Heat crawled up my face like fire, embarrassment mixing with
hunger, but he didn’t mock me, didn’t make me feel small. He just
reached for it. The scrape of the drawer, the soft click of the cap, then
slick fingers sliding back over me, pushing inside with deliberate
care.
It burned. God, it burned. My body fought to close around him even as
my chest heaved for more. He stretched me, slowly at first, then
scissoring his fingers wider until three pushed into me, deeper than I
thought I could handle. My nails clawed at the wood of the door, a
whimper tearing out of me before I could swallow it. “Fuck–stings-”
“Breathe,” he rasped against my ear, his voice rough with strain. “You
can take it. You’re doing so fucking well.”
And then–Jesus–he found it. That spot inside that made every nerve light up, pain melting into heat, into something reckless and
terrifying. A broken sound ripped out of me as my hips jerked back
against his hand, chasing it.
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“Sir–oh, God-” My voice cracked, my cock leaking against my
stomach as my body betrayed me, pushing back, begging without
words.
“You feel that?” His growl vibrated through my spine. “That’s mine.
You’re mine.”
The word seared me. And I wanted it. Even through the sting, even
through the burn, I needed more. Needed him. Every push of his
fingers stripped away whatever resistance I thought I had left.
When his hand slowed, pulling back just enough to make me whine, I
knew what was coming. My heart kicked hard, terror and want
crashing into each other. “Sir,” I gasped, already shaking. “Please–I
want you inside.”
“I know,” he murmured, dragging his cock along my ass, teasing my
stretched hole. “But understand me, Noah–if I take you now, that last
barrier’s gone. Once I give in, I’m falling. Literally falling to
whatever’s down that drop. Probably our doom.”
I twisted my head, meeting his eyes, my voice raw but steady. “Then fall, Sir. Because I’m already there.”
His curse was guttural, torn out of him as the blunt head of his cock
pressed against me. The first push had me choking on air, fire
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splitting me open. Too big, too much–I cried out, nails scraping
uselessly at the door as tears pricked the corners of my eyes.
“Look at me,” he ordered, one hand sliding to my throat–not
choking, but anchoring me, steady. His grip forced me to keep my
head up, to meet the storm in his eyes. “Don’t hide from me. Not
now.”
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
