Chapter Twenty-Two:
Noah:
Fuck.
Fuck. f**k. f**k.
It wasn’t normal to ache this badly.
I was so hard that it was painful. I could barely think straight anymore.
Her asking all those questions didn’t help, but they made it a little easier to focus.
Her head in my neck still worried me.
What if she looked?
My hand was already gripping before I could think about it.
She was right here.
My mate.
I could touch her.
I could smell her.
I wanted to taste her.
I groaned at the thought.
“Noah,” she whispered into my neck.
I shivered.
“How would you imagine it?” I asked, “If our roles were reversed?”
“If I was a Devil?” she asked, “Or I walked in on you about to masturbate?”
I tried to keep my hand still, but slowly I brought my hand up.
“If you walked in on me.”
“Hmm,” she h
