Free Shout (The Voice Trilogy Book 3) by Noelle Bodhaine

the scotch into my nose, the essence of Rhys. He takes his drink and rests the glass in his lap.
                  I snip the tip of his cigar and hand it to him, offering him a light. He puffs and puffs until he is eclipsed by a cloud of smoke and I toss the lighter on the table. He settles in and I fit nicely into his side, the missing piece to his puzzle. We sit in silence while he puffs away, watching smoke rings meander across the room as our hearts reconnect and settle into a perfect rhythm. I take the cigar from his fingers and pull a few shallow hits before gingerly climbing over him and placing it in the ashtray. He pulls me into his lap and I straddle him, careful not to put any weight on him, afraid to hurt him.
                  “I’m not so frail, Sophie. I want to feel the weight of you, please, Beautiful, don’t be afraid. You won’t hurt me.” His fingers dig into my hips as he pulls me down from my knees, coaxing me into his lap. I relent, but still hover as he places his hand over my heart, his fingers digging ever so slightly into my flesh. “This is mine,” he says, silently signing his deed of ownership over my heart.
    Melting over him slowly, I press against him as his cock grows beneath me. His hands fist in my hair and he steadies my face, “I need to feel you, Sophie. All of you. I need to feel that pussy quiver as I sink into you. I want you to take me hostage and never let me go.” His breathing increases and becomes shallower with each passing word, and his eyes darken like those of a hunting wolf zeroing in on his prey. He looks as if he could devour me and I want him to, every last inch of flesh, every single drop of blood. I need him to consume me before the fire within does.
    He pulls my face to him and swallows me with a kiss that could ignite the world. His mouth moves against mine as his tongue invades a willing territory. Biting my lips as I suckle his tongue, he kisses me so deep that I forget to breathe and I dive headfirst into the abyss, wanting to be carried away by his heavenly mouth, the tide of his tongue, the force of his love, and the heat of his lust. When he finally pulls back, I’m so lost for breath I’m dizzy and half out of my mind.
    “Show me, Sophie; show me what I’ve been dreaming about, what I saw in my mind’s eye, what I want, what I need, and what is mine.” I climb from the bed and stand before him, ready, more than ready, desperate. And in an instant, under his gaze, everything falls away. He strips me with his eyes before I ever strip away a stitch of clothing, and I know I have nothing to fear. This man loves me. I pull my shirt slowly over my head, stretching my arms high above me, exposing my soft belly, my hips swaying as I pull the shirt from my arms and surrender it to the floor. The corner of his mouth curls in that damn crooked grin and I start to rush, tugging at my jeans and the fucking button.
                  “Slow down, Beautiful, we have all night,” he chuckles, sitting up against the pillows. “I want every moment to last a lifetime, my love.”  I melt where I stand as his words sink into my bones. My love . Nothing has ever felt so good, my heart swells, my pussy drips, and a singular, ecstatic tear rolls down my cheek as I hook my thumbs into my jeans and slide them down my legs, careful to run my fingers along my thighs, igniting little fires that I’m sure he will stoke. I step from my jeans leaving them in a pool of dark denim at my feet and stand before him in just my panties and bra. Nothing fancy, just me in all my ordinary glory, pink cotton panties and a basic T-shirt bra, but the way he looks upon me makes me feel like I’m dripping in diamonds and dipped in gold, the most precious of treasures.
                  “My God, you are beautiful,” he whispers with such admiration in his eyes that I couldn’t possibly doubt him. I reach behind me and unhook my bra, letting the