[Elena's POV]
"Don't stop," Noah rasped from the shadows.
My heart stopped. My hand froze between my thighs.
I couldn't breathe.
Noah stepped fully into the moonlight.
He was still wearing his dark trousers and a crisp white shirt, the top buttons undone. He didn't look like a man who had just come from another woman's bed. He looked like a predator who had just found his favorite prey.
"N-Noah," I stuttered, my face burning with a heat that had nothing to do with fever. I scrambled backward on the bed, pulling the silk sheet up to cover my breasts and my exposed legs. "What are you doing here?"
"Watching," he said simply. He walked to the edge of the bed and looked down at me. His blue eyes were pitch black. "You were calling my name. It would be rude of me not to answer."
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