his.
I’ve never felt this kind of chemistry with another man. I thought I loved Isaac, but he never made butterflies beat frantically in my belly. He never made my mouth pull into a smile despite my fears, and he never made me feel safe. Nox does all of this without a word being spoken.
My thoughts scatter as he licks along the seam of my mouth, begging entry. I give into him, opening up and letting his tongue slide against mine. He tastes good, and I want to melt into him more.
Then he hoists me up and my legs instinctively wrap around his waist as I’m pressed harder into the plaster. My body contracts and pulses as needy desperation rolls through me. I want him, I can’t deny that, but the sensible part of my brain screams this is a bad idea.
I tune that out and continue to devour his mouth, my fingers moving over the layer of scruff covering his head. His aftershave fills my senses, a scent that is wholly masculine.
Lack of oxygen eventually forces me to pull back and take a breath. He does the same, panting heavily.
“You miss me?” he pants out, his eyes meeting mine and I warm under his heated eyes.
“Yes,” I breathe out, not even attempting to lie. I have missed him, which is petrifying. I’ve let myself get too close. I let him in and I shouldn’t have, but now I have, I don’t want to push him away. It feels amazing to have a man who wants me for me, not because I’m a prize to be won. I’m drunk on that feeling.
It’s not real, though.
Keeping Nox at a distance is probably for the best. It’ll make things easier when I come to leave. I don’t want to hurt him, though inevitably that will happen.
He walks me over to the bed and puts a knee to the mattress, taking me with him, then his hand goes between my legs, rubbing me through my borrowed joggers. I moan as my pussy jolts with electricity. When his fingers slip under the waistband and against the smooth skin of my belly, I’m lost to him.
Feeling wanted is something I haven’t had for a long time. Maybe even ever. Isaac wants me, but not in that way. He wants to own me, to control me. Nox wants to pleasure me.
I push his kutte off his shoulders, my movements jerky as I try to concentrate while his fingers push aside my underwear, slipping through my folds. I gasp as two move inside my pussy, my back arching off the bed. When his fingers continue to stroke me, I see stars as my climax hits embarrassingly fast and I come, calling his name.
He kisses me as my thighs tremble and when he pulls away, I peer into his face. Isaac’s smug grin flashes across my mind and I freeze, my veins turning to ice.
“Lucy?” Nox says my name softly, but there’s a hint of concern in his tone.
I blink up at him. It’s Nox, not Isaac. I don’t need to be afraid and I won’t let that bastard get inside my head.
“You okay?”
I nod. “Keep going.”
I watch dismayed as he leans forward to kiss my forehead then pushes off the bed. He picks up his kutte from where he dropped it, shrugging back into it.
“Ain’t never going to make you do shit you don’t want to.”
“I know that,” I say quietly, shame burning my cheeks.
“Ain’t that kind of man.”
“I know that too, but I wanted it.”
He climbs back on the bed and pulls me against him. I go into his arms willingly, just letting him hold me.
“Your words say that, but your body tells me something different. I don’t know what hurt you have in your past, sweetheart, but I’m never going to be the one who gives you hurt in your future, understand?”
If he knew the truth about me, knew who I really was, he might not share this sentiment. It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell him my whole sordid life, but I swallow down the words, instead blurting out, “I know.”
Because I can never tell Nox, or anyone, that Isaac Blackwood is my husband.
10
Nox
“Hey, Nox.”
I stop and turn at the sound of my name and see Sasha striding up the corridor towards me. She looks good. The strain she had when Sin was still alive is gone. The fear, the underlying feeling of being covered in the filth he left on her no