Note: This chapter contains erotic content.
Elena's POV
I straddled him, perched on Noah's solid thigh, my pulse hammering in a rhythm that felt both frantic and deliberate.
His hand slid up the thin silk of my nightgown, unrestrained, cupping my bre*sts with a confidence that stole my breath.
"You've hardened here," he murmured, bending down to bite the erect nip*le with the tip of his teeth.
A shiver ran through me from the simple touch, my body suddenly too aware of every inch of him.
Before I could even think to cover myself, his hand was everywhere.
He ripped my nightgown down, exposing me completely, and when I instinctively tried to shield myself, he held my wrists with one hand, pinning me gently yet firmly against the smooth leather of the sofa.
My pulse raced as heat
