Chapter 446
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Delia’s POV
The shopping bags were heavy in my hands by the time I reached the front door. I had stayed out longer than I meant to, walking the same three stores twice just to avoid coming back too early. The house still felt too quiet most evenings, like it was waiting for something neither of us had figured out how to give it yet.
I pushed the door open with my shoulder and stopped when I saw roses.
They were everywhere. On the entry table. Along the sideboard. A few stems left loose on the console, like someone had been in the middle of arranging them and decided it was already enough. The whole place smelled like them—deep, real, not the cheap kind that died by morning.
Noah stood in the hallway in a dark shirt with the sleeves rolled up. He held a single long-stemmed rose in one hand.
He didn’t say anything at first. He just stepped forward, took the bags from me one by one, and set them down. Then he helped me out of my coat, hanging it carefully, and held the rose out.
“For you p>
I took it. The stem was still cool.
He led me toward the dining room. Candles were already lit on the table. Two places set. Real plates, not the ones we usually grabbed in a hurry. He pulled the chair out for me and waited until I sat before he moved to his own side.
When he passed behind me, he pressed a slow, soft kiss to my temple.
“Let’s eat,” he said. “I hope you enjoy the food p>
I nodded. My throat felt tight for no good reason.
We ate mostly in silence at first. The food was good and simple, the kind of meal someone makes when they actually paid attention. Halfway through I looked up and found him already watching me.
“I want this to work,” he said quietly. “I don’t care that my father arranged it. I don’t care how it started. I want to try. Properly p>
I didn’t have an answer ready. I just nodded again and kept eating.
When we finished, I stood and started gathering plates before he could stop me. We cleared the table together. Washed the dishes side by side at the sink. Our elbows bumped once. Neither of us moved away.
Afterward we walked toward the hallway that led to the separate rooms we still used. Habit. Distance. The careful line we had drawn without ever really talking about it.
Noah caught my hand, and I turned.
He was closer than I expected. Close enough that I could see the exact shade of his eyes in the low light. Close enough that when he leaned in, I didn’t have time to decide whether I was ready.
The first kiss was careful.
The second one wasn’t.
It deepened fast—mouths opening, his hand sliding into my hair, my free hand fisting in the front of his shirt. He walked me backward without breaking the kiss until my shoulders hit the wall beside his bedroom door. Then he reached past me, turned the handle, and kicked the door the rest of the way open.
He stopped just inside, breathing hard, forehead almost against mine. Like he was giving me one last chance to change my mind.
“Don’t stop,” I said, and something in his expression broke open.
He kissed me again, harder this time, and walked me the rest of the way to the bed. My dress came off first. Then his shirt. His hands were steady but not gentle when he unhooked my bra and dragged the straps down my arms. When he got my underwear off, he just looked at me for a second, standing there in nothing, before he pushed me back onto the mattress and followed me down.
His mouth found my throat. Then the slope of my breast. He sucked one nipple into his mouth, and I arched under him, a sharp sound catching in my throat. He gave the same attention to the other side, teeth grazing just enough to make heat shoot straight down between my legs.
“Noah p>
He moved lower. Kissed the soft skin under my breasts, the slight curve of my stomach, and the inside of one thigh. Then he settled between my legs and put his mouth on me.
I nearly came off the bed.
He licked me open like he had been thinking about it for weeks. Slow at first, then deeper, tongue pushing inside me while his hands held my thighs apart. When he focused on my clit, I grabbed the sheets and moaned his name without meaning to. It came out broken. Needy.
He didn’t stop until I was shaking and pushing at his shoulders because it was too much. Even then he only lifted his head long enough to look at me, mouth wet, eyes dark.
“I want to hear you,” he said.
Then he went back down and made me come with his tongue and two fingers curled inside me. I cried out his name like it was the only word I still knew.
He crawled back up my body while I was still trembling. I felt the hard length of him against my hip as he reached between us. He rubbed the head of his cock through the wetness he had pulled out of me, coating himself, teasing, until I lifted my hips in silent demand.
“Look at me,” he said, and I did.
He pushed in slowly.
The stretch burned. It had been a long time, and he was thick enough that every inch forced a soft, punched-out sound from my throat. He watched my face the whole time, jaw tight, holding himself back until he was buried all the way inside me.
“Fuck,” he breathed against my mouth. “You feel p>
He didn’t finish the sentence. He just started moving.
Deep. Steady. The kind of thrusts that made the headboard knock lightly against the wall. I wrapped my legs around his waist and held on as he fucked me like he had decided this was the only place he wanted to be. Every time he bottomed out, I moaned his name. It slipped out of me without permission, soft at first, then louder, until it sounded like a prayer I didn’t know I was saying.
“Noah. Noah p>
He groaned and drove harder. One of his hands slid under my ass and tilted me up so he could go even deeper. The new angle made my vision blur. I dug my nails into his back and let him take what he wanted.
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