[Elena's POV]

"Don't stop," Noah rasped from the shadows.

My heart stopped. My hand froze between my thighs.

I couldn't breathe.

Noah stepped fully into the moonlight.

He was still wearing his dark trousers and a crisp white shirt, the top buttons undone. He didn't look like a man who had just come from another woman's bed. He looked like a predator who had just found his favorite prey.

"N-Noah," I stuttered, my face burning with a heat that had nothing to do with fever. I scrambled backward ...