Chapter 34: Peace
Noelle lay sprawled across the bed, utterly spent but undeniably content. Every inch of his body ached in that satisfying way that followed an intense session with Thorne. He pushed his husband off him with a groan, though the action only earned him a low, rumbling laugh that made his already tired body twitch in response. It was ridiculous how much stamina Thorne had, especially since their wedding. They had been at it nearly every day, and Thorne never seemed to tire. Not that Noelle minded. In fact, he loved it.
But still, the dull ache in his lower back reminded him of the toll it took on his body. He shot a playful glare at Thorne, who lay beside him with a satisfied grin on his face. Noelle couldn't help but think about how massive Thorne's cock was—something he had quickly discovered on their wedding night. It was, in Noelle's opinion, a weapon of mass destruction. He had almost bolted that night, nearly panicked at the sight. Oddly enough, during the time he nursed Thorne back to health, naked and vulnerable, Noelle hadn't even really looked at him in that way. His mind had been solely focused on keeping his husband alive.
The bed shifted as Thorne rose, moving about the room without a stitch of clothing, exuding a sense of smug satisfaction in every step. Noelle watched him through half-lidded eyes, admiring the way his muscles flexed with each movement. Thorne soon returned with a damp cloth, and with a tenderness that made Noelle's heart flutter, he began wiping down his body.
The gentle care in Thorne's touch made Noelle's chest tighten in that now-familiar way, and he made a mental note to add some herbs for heart health to his food. At this rate, with how often his heart raced around Thorne, he was sure he was overworking it.
"You look like you went through a storm," Thorne remarked with a chuckle, his deep voice carrying a note of satisfaction as he glanced at Noelle's thoroughly spent form.
"I might as well have," Noelle pouted, though there was a teasing glint in his eyes.
Thorne's gaze softened, his smile never leaving his face. "The food's cold now."