Chapter 12 I Can Take It

That night, the sterile ward felt warmer than it ever had. Noah's suppressed desire exploded in waves. As I was pinned underneath him and stared into his bright eyes, I instinctively trembled, but my mind felt protected more than anything else. The person holding me wasn't just anyone; it was Noah. "It'll hurt a little, Louise." His voice was hoarse, all scratchy and raw. The heat from his lower body travelled between my thighs, hesitating whether to invade. Even in the heat of the moment, he was careful not to hurt me. I wrapped my arms around his broad back, but as my fingertips landed on his jagged scars, my heart broke into a million pieces once again. "I can take it, Noah," I said, tilting my head aside before wrapping his waist with my legs. "Be the father of my child." Noah's body shuddered all over. The next second, I felt the stretching sensation and pulsing movement. I felt like a tiny boat, battered by endless storms, finally arriving at a harbor where I could anchor