[Elena's POV]

He didn't bother taking off his tailored trousers. He just unzipped them. The sharp, metallic rasp echoed loudly in the quiet guest bedroom.

Noah stepped right between my spread knees. His large hands clamped down on my bare thighs, pinning my hips flush against the mattress.

I was already trembling, slick and painfully empty from the video call.

"Noah," I gasped, my chest heaving.

He didn't give me a single second to adjust. He gripped my waist and drove his hips forward, sinking ...