Poisoned Waters | ✓

|𝟎𝟓| "𝐧𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝"

   "𝐍𝐎𝐀𝐇," she sighed gently, as he slowly moved his kisses upwards from between her legs and towards her breasts. His light eyes locked with Ren's dark ones, the most recent "client", as he left a wet trail of kisses along the centre of her torso. She inhaled sharply when he shifted her closer, pushed her legs up and laid between them.

   He moved in slow, sensual strokes, moans filling the thick air. A week or two had probably passed since the last time that Noah had taken someone to bed, so he was craving the sexual satisfaction.

   He liked to feel the sentiments of love, even though he had little to no feelings for any of the women he slept with. He made it clear to them and they've never seemed to mind, since all they could think about was the fact that they were fucking the sexy, dominating and powerful leader of Everwinter.

They continued for the rest of the early dawn, until they were both knackered.

As Noah slowly dozed, Ren inspected the body of the man she lay on, intrigued by the contrast of his torso. Noah's past was a mystery to all and was never questioned because of his intimidating demeanour.

Although being quite charming to the majority, he was known to be occasionally temperamental and erratic, people either kept their distance or kept in line so that they didn't have to experience a gun to their heads.

   The scars that were patched along the right side of his body ran from the side of his neck to his hip; at some points, they infested over his tattoos, leaving his skin tattered and muddled. Parts of his right side were healed, the skin looked wrinkled, as though he had bathed for too long, but felt as hard as a rock.

Ren placed her hand on his right shoulders then dragged it down his breast and towards his belly button.

   His eyes shot open, his body visibly tensing. Ren noticed, "You know, I've wanted to ask you but I sort of chickened out," she began, lifting her head a little to look at him. He tilted his head down at her. "If I ask you, don't get mad."

   He exhaled, trying to ignore the tingling that was beginning to shoot through his body. "What is it?" he asked gently.

   "How'd you get these scars, like these are mad, mad scars? Like were you chucked in acid or burned alive or some shit?" she laughed a little as she asked, investigating his hazel gaze that stared down at her; and she immediately knew that Noah had switched.

   His eyes darkened as his brows furrowed, his body became tense once again and he finally decided to move away from her. She tutted, "I said not to get mad." He stood up and she huffed.

   "Then which one is it? I got it right, didn't I?" she continued, as he picked up his clothes. He pulled on his underwear and instantly grabbed one of his turtlenecks laying on the bed bench at the foot of his queen-size bed. He pulled it over his head swiftly, keeping his mouth shut.

   Ren proceeded to prod, standing also and wrapping the duvet sheets around her naked figure, she approached him slowly when he moved to his alcohol tray for some comfort.

   "You just made real, sweet love to me, Noah, you don't do that with a lot of people, do you?" she quizzed, snaking her right arm around his waist. He retained his composure to pour himself a simple glass of whiskey.

   "I knew I should've fucked your friend," he grumbled under his breath in his French tongue. Failing to understand a word, Ren lightly giggled and placed her head on his back.

   "We've all been through some shit and everyone needs someone to talk to." she inhaled his scent deeply, her hand moving along his right hip and towards his groin. "And maybe you can fuck the shit out of me again to get your mind off it." she squeezed.