Alpha's Regret After Her Rebirth (Hannah and Noah) novel Chapter 218

Chapter 0218 

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Cracking one eye open, I saw Noah’s face set in hard determination as he slowly worked the toy closer and closer to my clit. Finally, just as he was about to touch me there, his eyes snapped up to mine and his expression hardened even further. 

“I told you to shut your eyes.” 

Pressing my lips into a thin line, I did as he commanded and shut my eyes again. This time, he pushed the toy up against my clit. A pathetic little whimper escaped me as he let it linger there, the vibrations bringing a newfound heat to my arousal. 

“I want you to picture something,” he said, his voice low and husky as he moved the head of the dildo further down, following the natural line of my lips. “Picture whoever you want the most; anyone you want. And imagine that this…” 

He paused mid–sentence, and in that moment, he slowly began to push the toy inside of me. Another tiny whimper slipped out, and I bit my lip in an attempt to quell it. 

“…Imagine that this toy is him,” he finished. 

As Noah slowly began to push the toy further inside of me, the vibrations like jolts of electricity working through me, I squeezed my eyes shut and did as he asked. I imagined a tall, muscular form moving above me with each thrust of the toy, a warm, hard member rather than purple silicone… 

And I imagined him. Noah. Green eyes, tousled hair, a chiseled jaw. 

I imagined him thrusting himself into me, his arms wrapping around me and pulling me up into his lap. With another whimper, my back arched away from the bed and I pictured myself grinding into him, our heads tossed back in ecstasy. 

Goddess, how I wanted him. Each thrust of the toy pushed me closer to the edge, but I didn’t want the toy anymore. I wanted him. I hated him, every fiber of him, but I wanted him at the same time. No, I needed 

him. 

Suddenly, however, the sound of his voice snapped me out of my reverie. “Tell me who you’re thinking about,” he whispered into my ear. 

I shuddered; at some point during my fantasy, he had moved closer to me and was now caging me against the bed with his large body, one hand gripping the headboard above me while the other continued to twist and thrust the toy into me. I had been so caught up in it that I hadn’t even noticed. 

And now, I could feel the warmth of his hard erection pressing against my leg, even through the soft flannel of his pajama pants. I could practically taste the heat radiating off of him, my tongue instinctively flicking out ever so slightly in the hopes that it might meet a bit of his skin. 

“Tell me,” he repeated. 

“I’m thinking about…” 

His name was right on the tip of my tongue. I was nearly at the edge, and all the while, I pictured him. No one else; just him. If I told him now, then he might take me right then and there, and oh, how I craved that feeling of him. 

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Chapter 0218 

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But then his name died in my throat–because I couldn’t say it. I couldn’t tell him the truth, because the truth would ruin everything. Because he very well might decide to take me right then and there, and then it would only make things more complicated. 

No. I still wanted, no, needed, this divorce, and therefore I couldn’t tell him. 

“Say it,” he whispered in my ear, his breath grazing my skin.