Chapter 118: Ashes [M]
As the ashes from the burnt purple paper lingered on the windowsill, a sudden gust of wind swept through the room, swirling the remnants of the incantation. They danced through the air like wisps of smoke, drawn by an unseen force. In an ethereal display, the ashes floated gently down, settling softly over the sleeping couple. They dusted their forms with a delicate touch, a mysterious blessing or omen bestowed upon them in the quiet of the night, enveloping the scene in an air of magic and intrigue.
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I’m enveloped in warmth, the kind that pulls me from the depths of sleep. Blinking against the soft light of dawn, I’m hit with a wave of intoxicating pheromones. My heart races. Noelle?
A series of sucking sounds draw my attention, and I pull back the blanket, gasping as I find him licking me like I’m the most delectable treat in existence. His movements are clumsy, sweetly innocent, and my breath catches in my throat at the sight.
Then it hits me—heat. My mind races with excitement. The odds of this happening are astonishing; Noelle would never take a heat-inducing drug, knowing how it wreaked havoc on his health. We tried it once, and all we got was a sick, vomiting Noelle instead of the passionate omega. This is different—amazing news.
"You’re awake," he murmurs, straddling me with that blissful, hazy look in his beautiful green eyes.
"Wait, wait, wait! You can’t just—" My protest is cut short as he positions me against his entrance, slamming down hard. A shockwave of pleasure shoots through me, my thoughts spiraling into blissful oblivion.
Noelle doesn’t give me a moment to catch my breath, bouncing up and down, desperate and needy. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the air, each thrust sending me deeper into a haze of pleasure. He’s different this time—so much wetter, so much needier—and I’m lost in the sensation, floating in a sea of bliss.
But frustration flickers across his face, a telltale sign that something’s not right. He continues moving, or trying to.