[Elena's POV]

My face flushed at his words.

I bit my lower lip, trying to stifle the sounds trying to escape my throat. The contrast was maddening, the biting cold of the night air nipping at my exposed skin, warring with the scorching heat of Noah's body possessing mine.

Noah's hands were below and in me, and his lips and tongue were savouring my soft spots in my face, ears, neck, shoulder, and even my breast.

If anything, the sheet was merely a decoration that covered only my churning ...