Chapter 0216 +25 BONUS
Viona nodded in agreement. “Exactly. Sex should be fun and exciting, not a duty. You deserve better than that, Hannah.” She shot me a pointed look.
Their words lingered with me the rest of the night. They were right; I should have been able to explore my sexuality and enjoy myself with my husband, but I hadn’t in a long time. I laughed; I couldn’t stop thinking about the early days of my relationship with Noah. He used to look at me like I was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. The excitement in his eyes… we would sneak away from events for a quick moment alone.
Everything changed when that doctor told him about my “frail” body. Duty took precedence, and passion was lost. Now, it had been almost a year since I’d had good, passionate, satisfying sex.
By the time I got home, my mind still swirled with the idea of it all. I tossed and turned in bed, unable to shake the thoughts of Noah’s hands on my body, his lips on my skin. I could almost feel the ghost of his touch, remembering how he used to caress me, how he would whisper sweet nothings in my ear as we made love.
The clock on my nightstand mocked me as the minutes ticked by. One o’clock. Two o’clock. Three o’clock. Sleep felt far away; my body buzzed with a feeling I’d been trying to push away, but it was useless. I needed… I needed to come.
Finally, frustration won. I reached into my bedside drawer and pulled out my toy—a small vibrating dildo I’d purchased recently. Maybe if I just took care of things myself, I could get my mind off sex with Noah and finally get some rest.
I closed my eyes as I began to use the toy, trying to focus on the sensation rather than any specific person. But as I got more into it, slowly pushing the dildo back and forth, Noah’s face kept appearing in my mind. His strong jawline, his intense green eyes, the way his muscles rippled as he moved on top of me… I tried to push the image away, to think of anyone else, but it was useless. Noah was all I could see, all I could think about. In my mind, it was his hands touching me, his lips trailing kisses down my neck. Goddess, I could practically smell his cologne.
Before I knew it, I was lost in the fantasy. In my mind, it wasn’t a dildo I was using; it was Noah who was touching me, Noah who was bringing me pleasure. I arched my back, getting closer and closer to the edge. The toy buzzed softly under the covers, but in my imagination, it was Noah’s skilled fingers that were making me feel this way.
“Noah,” I moaned softly, too caught up in the moment to realize what I was doing. My free hand gripped the sheets as I felt the tension building, my toes curling in anticipation of the oncoming explosion of pleasure.
Suddenly, I heard the unmistakable sound of the door creaking. My eyes snapped open, and I froze in shock. There, standing in the doorway, was Noah. His eyes were wide as he took in the scene before him, his mouth slightly agape and his hair mussed from sleep.
For a moment, we just stared at each other, frozen in shock. The toy continued to buzz softly under the covers, the only sound in the otherwise silent room. I felt my face grow hot with embarrassment, but I couldn’t seem to move, couldn’t even bring myself to remove the toy from between my legs.
Then, without a word, Noah stepped into the room and shut the door.
Chapter 0217 Hannah
The room was mostly dark once Noah closed the door, but I still felt just as exposed. My toy continued vibrating beneath the sheets; my fingers fumbled to shut it off.
“Get out!” I growled, my embarrassment quickly turning to anger as he just stood there, staring at me. “What are you doing in here?”
Noah continued to stand there for several long moments without a word, his tall form nearly lost amongst the shadows. I finally managed to shut off my toy and prop myself up on my elbows, glaring at him.
“I heard noise,” he said, taking a step forward. “You’re keeping me awake.”
I felt my cheeks flush crimson. “Sorry, okay? Can you give me some privacy now?”
Of course, Noah didn’t react—not to my words, at least. Instead, he crossed the room in a few quick strides, reached out, grabbed the blankets, and threw them aside. I gasped, lying there, exposed and naked before him with my toy in my hand and my nightgown pushed all the way up to my bare breasts.
“Noah!” I shrieked, scrambling to cover myself, but it was too late. Before I could do anything, he was suddenly ripping the toy out of my hands and climbing onto the bed on his knees. I thought at first that he might throw it in my face and berate me for masturbating, but he didn’t. Rather, he turned the toy back on.
The sound of the vibrations filled the space between us once more, leaving me wide-eyed and shocked. Slowly, he crawled between my legs, one hand pressing into my left knee to move my leg aside.
“What are you…”
“I’ve been staying in the guest room more than you think, you know,” he said, holding the toy up to the light and inspecting the smooth purple silicone. “I hear you in here at night. You’re not exactly quiet.”
“So what if I’m not?” I reached out to grab the dildo, but he wrenched it out of my reach. A fresh wave of fury overtook me, and I went to sit up, but he kept me from doing so by pushing his hand into my chest and shoving me back down onto the bed—gently, but with enough firmness to leave me breathless and shocked.
“I don’t care if you’re loud,” he said, lowering the toy. His green eyes met mine and flashed with something I couldn’t quite read in the dim light, though whatever it was, it was intense. “But I want to know something.”
I pursed my lips as I glared up at him, my eyes lingering on the toy as it came closer to the spot between my legs. Lying there, with my nightgown still mostly pushed up, I felt even more exposed than our first night together… and also more turned on.
“What do you want to know?” I asked, my voice barely more than a hoarse whisper. I couldn’t help but lick my lips ever so slightly as he lowered the toy, resting it on my pubic bone and letting it vibrate there.
“Close your eyes.”
That was a demand, not a request. Even my wolf reacted to the authoritative tone in his voice, and I snapped my eyes shut despite myself.
I felt the toy begin to move—slowly at first, in large circles across my groin. With each movement, he brought it closer to the center, closer toward my wet pussy lips. I felt my hips buck slightly, squirming to get closer to that source of pleasure, but one firm hand pressed into my low belly made me stop.
“Just hold still,” he growled. “Let me…”
Every fiber of my being screamed at me to not let him do this—to tell him to leave me alone, to smack the toy out of his hands. Part of me even wanted to flip him onto the floor again like I had that day in my office. But another part of me also wanted to see what would happen if, just once, I obeyed. Hell, maybe even that same part of me still wanted to flip him onto the floor, but only to sit down on him and ride him there. Would he let me?