Chapter 120: Desperate [M]
The moment Noelle wakes up, he’s tangled in an arm, the heavy weight of it pressing him into the bed. For a second, the fog of sleep lingers, and he’s almost content to stay in place. But his stomach churns with hunger, a sharp reminder of how long it’s been since he’s eaten. Carefully, he slides out from beneath Thorne’s grip, feeling the possessiveness of that touch, even in sleep. Thorne shifts but doesn’t wake, and Noelle takes the opportunity to slip out of the room.
His legs are wobbly, and as he makes his way down the hall, every step reminds him of what happened, the dull, pleasurable ache between his legs a testament to the hours they’d spent together. The kitchen is a small blessing—a few baked potatoes waiting on the counter, enough to stave off the gnawing hunger. He grabs one, eats quickly, then reaches for a glass of water, gulping it down like a man starved.
The memories of the day flood his mind, heat rushing to his cheeks. They hadn’t stopped, not for hours. It had been intense, almost overwhelming, and he’d lost count of how many times they’d come. He never imagined there could be such a thing as too much pleasure, but now he knew better. Noelle exhales, pressing the cool glass to his forehead, trying to temper the heat building up inside him again.
But it’s no use. That familiar warmth begins pooling low in his stomach, an undeniable heat spreading through his veins. The need claws at him once more, relentless and demanding, and his thoughts turn back to Thorne. I need him. Again.
"My beloved star." Thorne’s voice comes from behind him, a low growl, rough with hunger and desperation. Noelle turns slowly, and there Thorne stands—naked, with his erection fully hard and leaking. The sight is overwhelming, a mix of awe and disbelief at the sheer size of it, knowing all too well what it feels like inside him. How did he ever let something so big into him? How did it feel so perfect?
"You’re going to have to forgive me, my star," Thorne says, his voice thick with need. "I don’t think I’m sane right now. I need you here, right now, so I can shove this down your greedy hole, or I’m going to lose it."
The raw command in his voice sends a shiver down Noelle’s spine, his body reacting before his mind can catch up. Yes. Yes, sir. He moves toward Thorne without hesitation, his legs carrying him forward with the same desperate need coursing through his veins. The moment he’s within reach, Thorne grabs him, pulling him into a punishing kiss, their mouths colliding with an intensity that leaves Noelle breathless.
Thorne’s hands are everywhere, his touch rough and demanding as he lifts Noelle effortlessly, guiding his legs to wrap around his waist. Noelle’s breath hitches when Thorne positions himself, the head of his erection pressing insistently against Noelle’s entrance.
"Yes, please," Noelle begs, voice trembling, his desperation matching Thorne’s.
With one swift motion, Thorne thrusts inside, burying himself to the hilt. Noelle screams in pleasure, the sensation so intense he sees stars. His back arches, head falling back as his body adjusts to the sudden, overwhelming fullness. Thorne doesn’t stop there. He moves, walking forward with Noelle impaled on him, his cock never faltering as it stretches and fills Noelle in ways that leave him breathless.
They reach the wall, and Thorne presses Noelle against it, holding him up with nothing but his strength and that steel-hard cock thrusting deep inside him. Thorne’s blue eyes are wild, hazy with lust. Is this a rut? Noelle wonders briefly, but the thought is drowned out by the sheer pleasure coursing through him. He feels like he’s on fire, every nerve alight with sensation.