Chapter 56: Missed 4 [M]
I trail my fingers down his back, feeling the rise and fall of his breaths, and press my lips to the curve of his shoulder. The moment feels suspended in time, our bodies still tangled, both of us glowing with the aftereffects of our release. But beneath the quiet, there’s a simmering tension—a heat between us that hasn’t fully dissipated.
Noelle shifts slightly in my arms, his body brushing against mine in a way that stirs something deep inside me. His skin is slick with sweat, and when he turns his head, I catch the way his lips part, a soft sigh escaping him. It’s a sound that rekindles the fire already smoldering within me, sparking it back to life.
I lean in, pressing my lips against his neck, tasting the salt on his skin. Noelle shivers beneath my touch, and I feel the tension in his body return, the subtle arch of his back, the way his fingers curl into my skin as I trail kisses up to his ear.
"Thorne..." he whispers, and it’s not a plea this time but a soft acknowledgment, a need that matches my own.
I know he’s ready again—his body responds to me without hesitation, like it always does. It doesn’t matter how many times I’ve taken him, how hard or soft I’ve made him beg for it; Noelle craves me as much as I crave him. And right now, that need is raw, still burning between us.
I shift, rolling him onto his back beneath me. His eyes meet mine, dark and hooded with lingering desire, and there’s a flicker of challenge there too. Even when he’s fully at my mercy, Noelle never loses that fire. It’s one of the many things I love about him—the way he defies me even in his submission, as if daring me to take him harder, to push him further.
I brush my thumb across his lips, feeling the warmth of his breath as he looks up at me, still panting slightly. His body is a work of art beneath mine—his skin flushed, every muscle taut with anticipation. And when I lean down to kiss him, it’s not gentle. It’s a deep, searing kiss, filled with the promise of what’s to come.
Our tongues tangle, and Noelle’s hands slip up to grip my shoulders, pulling me closer. I can feel the way his body presses up against mine, his hips shifting as he arches into me, seeking the friction we both crave. I push him back into the bed, pinning his wrists above his head once more, loving the way he squirms beneath me.
I pull back just enough to catch his eyes again. "You still want more, don’t you?" My voice is low, rough, and I see the way his breath catches in his throat at the sound of it.