Do You Like My Daddy?

When you are supposed to just have a taste, and get hooked and take more than you had intended. Noah pressed a soft gentle kiss on Jess' to soothe her childlike whining, and because her pouty lips were so inviting.

Somewhere along with just a taste, they got lost when each other's yearning sets in. He was now sitting on the edge of her hospital bed, as she clung to his broad shoulders, gasping and moaning. 

Noah leaned on the bed, lost with his desire and the need to imprint to the terrified part of his brain, that there is nothing more to fear, she is now safe. He kissed her deeper to silence the fear that he could have lost her together with his daughter. 

He needed to touch her warm skin, hear her heart pumping, and know that she is safe because he would not know what he would do if she wasn't. 

"Noah," she breathed unevenly, "We have to stop...Lucille --"