[Elena's POV]

He pulled back immediately, dodging me with a dark, mocking chuckle.

Then, he shifted his weight.

I felt that heavy, pulsing length pressing against the side of my breast. A bead of his wetness soaked through the thin fabric of my nightgown.

He dragged the blunt tip directly over my hardened nipple, the rough, wet friction making my back arch off the bed.

"Noah, please," I whimpered, thrashing blindly against the leather belt.

The metal buckle clinked against the wooden ...