Chapter 449

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Noah’s POV

The kiss deepened. Her hands slid up my chest and fisted in my shirt. She made a small, needy sound against my mouth that went straight through me. I backed up until my legs hit the edge of the couch and sat. She followed without breaking the kiss, climbing into my lap, knees on either side of my hips.

The shirt she was wearing rode up her thighs. I could feel the bare heat of her through my pants. She rolled her hips once, deliberate and slow, and I groaned into her mouth.

“Delia p>

“I need this,” she said against my lips, voice rough. “Right now. Don’t be careful with me p>

She reached between us and worked my belt open with impatient fingers. The zipper next. She shoved the fabric down just far enough to free my cock, already hard from the way she was moving on me. Her hand wrapped around me and stroked once, twice, firm and sure, thumb smearing the wetness at the tip. Then she rose up on her knees, pulled her underwear to the side, and sank down onto me in one slow, controlled drop.

The heat of her pulled a rough sound out of my throat. She was wet and tight, and she didn’t give either of us time to adjust. She started moving immediately, rolling her hips, lifting almost all the way off until just the head remained inside her, then taking me deep again in one smooth slide. Her hands braced on my shoulders. Her head tipped back. The shirt slipped off one shoulder, exposing the top of her breast.

I gripped her hips and let her take what she needed.

She fucked me like she was trying to burn the last hour out of both of us. Hard, deep strokes that made the couch creak under us. Every time she bottomed out, she made a soft, broken noise that I felt more than heard. I shoved the shirt higher, baring both breasts, and sucked one nipple into my mouth. She cried out and ground down harder, fingers digging into my shoulders hard enough to leave marks. I switched to the other side, teeth grazing just enough to make her jolt.

“That’s it,” I muttered against her skin. “Take it. Use me however you need p>

She did. She rode me until her thighs started to shake and her rhythm turned uneven. I slid a hand between us and found her clit, rubbing tight circles in time with the rise and fall of her hips. Her whole body jerked. She came with a sharp gasp, cunt clenching around me so hard I had to grit my teeth and dig my fingers into her hips to keep from following her over the edge.

She didn’t stop.

Even through the aftershocks she kept moving, slower now but just as deep, chasing something else. I wrapped an arm around her waist and thrust up to meet her. The new angle made her moan my name low and raw and almost surprised. I did it again. And again. Until she was shaking apart a second time, her forehead dropped against mine, breath coming in short, hot bursts against my mouth.

“Noah p>

“I’ve got you p>

I held her through it, still buried deep, letting her ride the waves until they started to ease. Only then did I let myself move with real purpose. I planted my feet and fucked up into her in short, hard thrusts while she clung to me. The wet sound of our bodies filled the quiet room. Her nails scraped down my back under the shirt. I felt the pressure building at the base of my spine and didn’t fight it.

I came hard, holding her down on my cock, pulsing deep inside her while she clenched around me through it. The release left me briefly dizzy. I dropped my forehead to her shoulder and just breathed.

We stayed like that for a long time, her still seated in my lap, my hands stroking slowly up and down her back. The house was quiet again. No raised voices. No insults hanging in the air. Just the two of us and the solid, physical proof that my father no longer got a say in what happened inside these walls.

Delia eventually lifted her head. Her cheek was still pink where he had hit her. I brushed my thumb carefully over the mark, then leaned in and pressed a light kiss there.

“I’m still sorry,” I said.

She shook her head once. Then she kissed me again, softer this time, almost gentle, and rested her forehead against mine.

“Stay inside me a little longer,” she whispered.

I did. She was my wife. And I was not giving her back.

Katia’s POV

The rain started before sunrise.

I heard it first against the windows while I was still half-asleep, a steady, heavy sound that made the whole mansion feel smaller. By the time I got out of bed, the sky was the color of wet concrete. Julian was already awake, moving quietly so he wouldn’t wake Aiden. I found them both in the kitchen.

Aiden sat at the island in his school uniform, legs swinging, chewing on toast like it was the most important job in the world. Julian stood at the stove in a dark shirt with the sleeves rolled up, scrambling eggs. The smell of coffee and butter filled the space.

“Morning,” I said.

Aiden looked up and grinned with crumbs on his cheek. “Mommy. It’s raining a lot p>

“I know, baby.” I kissed the top of his head and stole a piece of his toast. He made a face but didn’t protest.

Julian set a plate in front of me without asking. Eggs, toast, and a little fruit. He knew the mornings when my stomach was uncertain. I ate slowly while Aiden talked about a dinosaur book and a boy in his class who claimed he had a pet lizard that could change colors. Julian listened, nodded in the right places, and occasionally glanced at me over the rim of his coffee cup.

The ordinary feeling of it almost hurt.

We had been living inside too many storms lately. Elliot. The press. The constant low-grade fear that something else was coming. Sitting here with the rain against the glass and my son arguing about lizards felt like borrowing someone else’s life for twenty minutes.

When Aiden finished eating, Julian wiped his face and sent him upstairs to brush his teeth. The kitchen went quieter.

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