The Twelve Zenati Pt. 39

As Marcella went to stand from the table, she found Peri standing beside her. She had been dreading this confrontation all night, and she braced herself for blame and guilt Peri had a right to place on her.

"It's not your fault," Peri said. "It took me a while to work that out too, and Catriona longer still, but those of us who did not grow up as table princesses all have our stories to tell, and when you are ready, I would really like to hear yours. Also, if you know nothing else about me, know that the only person I blame for what happened to me is dead now. So please stop avoiding eye contact with me. I'd like us to be friends."

"I'm not very good at the friend's thing," Marcella said softly while trying to meet Peri's eyes.

"That's okay, Olivia is, and we have exchanged numbers now, which means you have a way to contact me if you ever need to talk or need a drinking buddy or just someone to talk to when your kid is up all night screaming at you," she laughed. "One little piece of advice, take the nanny. Everyone needs a break sometimes, and you don't want your mother-in-law moving in to help out," Peri pulled a face even though she would give anything to be able to talk with Antonia again.

"Understood," Marcella allowed a small smile. Peri had said the one thing guaranteed to make her take the nanny offer.

"You will have to excuse Peri for rushing off, we are still in the honeymoon phase, and she just can't get enough of me," Dante waggled his eyebrows as he swooped Peri up, making her squeal and began to carry her from the room.

That's my cue to swoop in and carry you off, too," Noah chuckled when she held out her hands to fend him off.

"I can walk perfectly well on my own two feet, thank you," she admonished.

"Sure, but it's not as much fun as letting me carry you," he grinned as he took her hand as he fell into step beside her. "Olivia went up with X and Emma, who are not doing as well as they are trying to make out since Dom's death. They needed the distraction of being here and looking after her, but it's probably too much too soon."

"Fuck, I've been so focused on my shit, I wasn't even thinking of them," Marcella sighed.

"Well, your shit stinks too," he chuckled. "They understand where your head is at, and my parents should be back soon if X needs to talk to someone. Papa is here for him as much if not more than us."

They travelled the rest of the way to their room in silence, and once Noah opened the door, Marcella crossed to the couch and flopped back into it, kicking off her shoes and lifting her feet to a cushion.

She needed a few minutes to get over the overload of good-intentioned advice she had been receiving all night. Noah sat next to her, so close that she could feel the warmth radiate from him to light that growing foreign warmth inside her that blossomed when they were alone. He reached one hand out, trailing his fingers through her hair until his fingers caught in the clasp that held it up off her neck, and he tugged at it.

Her hair fell over her shoulders and halfway down her back in a mess of neglected honey blonde curls. Noah dug his fingers into it, his hands cupping the back of her head, and lowered his face until his mouth covered her perfect lips in a kiss that was hot and demanding.

No matter how long he had her present and willing attention, he would never take it for granted. He would savour each sweet moment and memory she gave him. He held her head and tilted her face up to him. Her lips parted for his tongue. He moved one hand down to her waist and tugged her into his lap.

"Noah, it's late, and tomorrow is going to be awful on so many levels," She gave an excuse that sounded lacklustre even to her own ears as she leaned back but settled her legs around him instead of getting off his lap. "We should try to sleep," she suggested without any real conviction.

"We will," he assured her as he reached for her again, this time his long fingers moved with surprising grace over her dress buttons. Her breathing sped up as he undid them to her waist. His fingertips brushed against her bare skin and took her breath away. His hands slipped over her shoulders, under her dress, and eased the soft material down until from the waist up, all she wore was a lacey skin-toned bra. He bent his head and kissed her neck, sending a rush of heat through her.

He made her feel more than desired. She felt so cherished and loved in his arms, it was almost impossible to try very hard to stop Noah's attempts to seduce her again. He slipped his thumbs under her bra straps and tugged on them until they hung loosely over her shoulders. His kiss moved from her neck down one shoulder as his fingers flicked open the clasp between her breasts.

Her breasts spilt out of their confinement, and a low, deep growl rumbled through Noah. She had the most perfect breasts. Her whole body was nothing short of perfection, for that matter. Her waist was narrow under his hands as he bent forward and sucked one of her berry-sized nipples into his mouth. Her hips were full and round in his lap, and they tilted forward as she reacted to his pull on her nipple. Every dimple and crease and every scar on her body was his to love now. He couldn't believe that anyone could ever feel anything but love or tenderness for this woman. He would never let another man near her, let alone hurt her, and he would happily spend his life being all she ever needed.

"Please--" Marcella wasn't sure whether she was asking for more or for him to stop. His fingers plucked the nipple he wasn't sucking, and she slid her hips forward until she felt his cock through his jeans against her pussy. The bulge, as always, was startlingly large and rigid. "Please?" she asked again plaintively, unsure of exactly what she wanted at that moment.

He pulled harder on her nipple, his teeth biting into the tender flesh, sending a spark of pain like a livewire through her body to her most sensitive parts. She felt her panties dampening as her body responded to him and the small act of erotic pain. She put her hands to the back of his head, letting her fingers tangle in his thick dark hair.

Noah moved his hands behind her waist, lifting the hem of her short dress, and she raised her arms over her head so he could take it off of her. She started to work on his shirt buttons, wanting to see the broad chest she knew and could feel under it. He helped her, shrugging out of his shirt once the buttons were undone. His chest was broad and strong. A patch of dark hair swirled over it and his torso, narrowing to a peak that disappeared into his pants. Although she wanted to see all of him at that moment, her fingers slipped down between them and caressed the shape of his cock through far too much clothing. He stood her up off of his lap and stood himself.

Once he was naked in front of her, he pulled her into a fierce embrace slanting his lips over hers in a deep possessive kiss. His cock wedged between them, pressing into her belly hot and hard. Kneeling was almost a reflex that she could no more stop than any of the feelings she had for this man now. She enjoyed the push and pull of power between them now, not as a fight but still as a struggle, and despite appearances, she knew she had the upper hand when she went to her knees for him.

He twisted his hands back into her hair and led her forward until the smooth, fat head of his cock was against her lips. She swirled her tongue around it, tasting the salt of his precum. He pressed against the back of her head, and the tip of his cock pushed into her mouth, stretching her lips and sliding along her tongue until it hit the back of her throat, and she gagged slightly before swallowing hard. He knew her limits now, and instead of moving back, he pushed forward with her swallow. Her green eyes looked up at him, but he wanted to feel those lips around the base of his cock.

He knew she could take it and didn't want to wait until she got there on her own. He also knew she secretly got off on small shows of dominance from him. He would not treat her like he had the Kept he had trained and worked with, but he was getting to know the signs of her need for more and when to back off. Finally, she gagged a little, and he stopped, waited for her to start breathing through her nose and for her fingers to tighten on his hips, for her to push a little forward on her own before he pressed deeper.

Her tongue danced against the underside of his cock, sending sparks to his already overheated brain. Her eyes never left his as he pushed her down on his cock, taking her mouth. A rush of primal need pounded within his chest when he finally felt her mouth around the very base of his cock, her nose pressed into his groin. She was his. His, and he knew how lucky he was to have her reciprocate those feelings at last.

He finally dragged her back, his fingers tangled in her hair. When only the head of his cock was in her mouth, he started pushing her down again. Enjoying the wet heat of her mouth and sounds she made for him. She tried to push her mouth faster down, and he felt a thrill at her small show of greed and a need for him that matched his own for her. He pushed his cock several more times into her throat, felt her nose pressed to his flesh, and then finally let his cock head pop from her lips. He pulled her from her knees and held her against him. She was shaking as she buried her face against his chest and wrapped her arms around his waist.

"You're amazing, Kitten. So, fucking incredible," He praised as he petted the back of her head. His other hand slid down the small of her back to her perfect ass. "You're mine just as surely as I am yours, heart and soul."

His words made her insides feel tight and hot. Like she'd been waiting her whole life for this one man who, despite everything, came for her time after time, often saving her from herself. Sure, he had been an arrogant arsehole about it at times, but she had been a one-woman army of man-hating bitch when it came to anything to do with the tables. She didn't listen to any of his warnings and spurned his help at every turn. But, even if he did deserve it at times, she still ran headlong into danger, and he came for her every single time.

"What is it?" Noah asked, seeing her get wrapped up inside her head again. She shook her head slightly but said nothing.

She was slipping away from him, and he had to do something to snap her out of it. Instinctively, he knew that a physical release of her anxiety would help. That pain would refocus her attention and break the cycle of destructive thoughts. He turned her so that her back was to him and walked her to the wall next to the front door. His hands slid down her arms and took her hands, lifted them and pressed them against the wall, held them there for a minute while he bent to kiss the back of her neck.

"Come back to me, Kitten. You're a beautiful, sensual woman who deserves to have her needs met. Tell me what is going on in that beautiful mind of yours," he asked and watched as she shook her head slowly and dropped her head between her shoulders. "It wasn't a request, Marcella. Talk to me!"

He brought his hand down with a shocking smack against her ass. She yelped but didn't move. She couldn't have if she wanted to, he had her wrists in one hand, and one of his feet hooked around hers, keeping her legs spread wide. His big hand stung her sensitive skin, pushing the breath out of her. "We belong together. You need to stop second-guessing this each time you allow yourself to submit to me even a little." His hand came up and down again quickly, sending a sharp pain through her.

Her pussy reacted so strongly, that for a minute, Marcella felt light-headed. Then, finally, she arched her back, lifting her ass higher. He was right. They both knew it. It was why she had allowed Apollo so much leeway. He knew her limits just as Noah was learning them now. The difference was that Noah would never use them against her as Apollo had in keeping Chella in control when they were together.

Noah watched her react. He saw the strong, sensual woman he loved push past the fear and self-recrimination. Her ass was perfect, round and firm, and now had a sexy pink glow that radiated heat back at him. He brought his hand down on it again and heard her moan. He lifted an eyebrow and did it again, then reached his fingers between her legs, sliding them along her slit and finding her so wet. She pushed her hips back toward him, trying to make him move his finger into her. He obliged her, sliding one finger deep. She pushed her forehead against the wall and whimpered hotly.

No longer able to deny himself the feel of her tight pussy around his cock, he moved behind her. She opened her legs eagerly when he pushed against them and whimpered when he slid a second finger into her warm wet depths. Then, finally, he pulled them out and put both hands on her hips. His cock found her slick, entrance like a homing missile. A cry fell from her lips as she arched, pushing back against him as he entered her. She stretched around him as he pushed his hips forward, taking her slowly and relentlessly.

Marcella felt herself fragmenting, dissolving into a million pieces as Noah took her. How had she lived so long without this kind of connection with someone? He held her hips and pulled her onto him, manipulating her for her pleasure as well as his. His long, thick shaft reached parts of her that sang with the thrill of him so deep within her. Another smack stung her ass, and she was reaching for her first climax before she was ready. She hadn't nearly had enough. His fingers moved to rub against her clit with every deep, slow thrust, and she couldn't hold back the tidal wave that assaulted her with painfully sweet sensations.

A deep, pleasure-filled groan erupted from Noah as her pussy tightened around him almost painfully, and he held her while she came. Her head rested back against his chest, and he moved one hand up to brush her hair back from her cheeks. He pulled out slowly, even though his cock complained bitterly at the idea of leaving its tight spot. He wanted her in a bed, on her back, her legs over his shoulders. He guided her at first, but her loose limbs made it difficult for her to follow his lead. Finally, he picked her up and carried her to the bed despite her protests. The bed had a white comforter and several feather pillows, which he stripped from it before laying her down.

Marcella lay back on the bed and opened her thighs for him lifting her hips in invitation. He pushed her legs up, over his shoulders, so she was completely open and exposed to him. Noah put his hands under her hips and lifted, needing to taste her. He knew her scent and taste and revelled in it even before his tongue wrapped around her swollen clit. He moved one hand, his finger circling the rim of her asshole as he fucked her with his tongue.

She tightened her muscles when he pushed the tip of his finger into her ass, a groan that was half pleasure and half alarm filled the room. He lifted his head and shushed her, his finger not stopping its exploration. When she relaxed, he went back to her pussy.

Marcella felt suspended in another world. All she felt was his hands on her, his mouth on her, and his finger doing something that she'd rarely allowed anyone to do to her willingly. His finger dipped more deeply into her asshole, and she moaned loudly. He wrapped his mouth around her clit and sucked lightly until she felt her whole body giving over to him once again as she cried out and shuddered through her second explosive orgasm.

Finally, he pulled away, and his body was between her legs, the movement brought her legs up high, and he moved his hands up to her ankles, spreading her wide. He looked down at her pussy, watching his cock slide into her. He was so big, so hard, she whimpered as he pushed into her, fully sheathing himself.

He was going to fuck her hard. She knew it like she knew her name. She reached behind her and grasped the edge of the mattress, lifting her hips in an invitation of the inevitable. He had been more and more dominating, testing her limits as their relationship went from strength to strength now. And even though she hadn't admitted it out loud, she knew her body betrayed how turned on she was every time he took control and made her submit just a little more. It wasn't all one-sided, she admitted. He certainly didn't seem to mind when she took the lead occasionally, but he always managed to know when she needed to give up control and just be for a little while.

Noah rested her legs against his shoulders and took her wrists in one hand, forcing her to keep her hold on the top of the mattress behind her head. The other went to her throat, not hurting her, but holding her so that she was forced to look at him, to watch his face while he fucked her bent almost in half by the position.

"You are mine, Marcella. My Chella, my Marcie and my Kitten. I want you always to remember that I adore and accept every little piece of you and that you own my heart and soul in return." He stated, looking deep into her eyes. This wasn't new information, but he would keep saying it until she stopped doubting the entwined fate life had in store for them. She nodded silently, her eyes wide and brilliantly green. He drew back and thrust deep to punctuate his words, bringing a cry of his name from her lips. He pulled out and pushed in deep again, needing to hear that little cry over and over.

"Noah," The word came out like a prayer. "Noah," she repeated for him. For just as much as he was learning her kinks and limits, she was grasping his and hearing her cry his name while he fucked her spurred him on even harder. His cock pumped in and out, his hips pushing against her thighs with her legs wrapped around his shoulders. His every thrust claimed her as his. He tightened his grip around her neck slightly when she tried to turn her head. He wanted her eyes on his, needed them locked to his.

She lifted her hips slightly. Her knees were near to her shoulders. Her hair spread around her in golden curls. She was like an angel, a beautiful perfect angel. His beautiful perfect angel, just like he had always known she would be. His cock was buried deep in her. His balls were tight against her, and they throbbed, full and heavy. He flicked his fingers over her swollen clit, and rubbed it faster and a little harder. She bucked as tingling tendrils of pleasure spread out from the tiny bundle of nerves, her eyes wide but not turning from his.

"Noah!" she cried. His name was torn from her as her orgasm took control and her hips bucked up. Her body was tightening around him, his cock squeezed by her internal muscles.

He didn't cum. Not yet. But it was a close thing. His balls ached, and he could feel his climax just below the surface, overheating his shaft. Marcella lay on the bed, limp and exhausted as she came down from the high with him gently rocking in and out of her. He still needed her. He needed her to find a reserve of strength, just for him.

He lowered her legs to rest around his waist and continued to rock slowly into her sweet, wet cunt. She pushed her hips forward, welcoming him, telling him she was ready again. He took her hard, even though he knew she would be tender by now. She whimpered in protest when he did try to use shallower thrusts, so he rubbed his thumb over her clit as he began to fuck her hard and deep again.

"Not yet. Don't cum yet, Kitten," he commanded as he felt her stiffen below him again.

The sensations driving her towards the brink of insanity, Marcella gritted her teeth and raised her hips to meet his thrusts. He watched her struggle to obey his command and felt the power of the moment rush through him. He had never wanted a woman, had never needed a woman the way he needed her. Her breath came in pants, and he knew she was teetering on edge. He pushed deep, fucking her, driving her higher. Finally, he couldn't wait any longer.