Chapter 121: Desperate 2 [M]
Thorne’s small, almost frantic thrusts send jolts of pleasure through Noelle, the movement accentuating just how deep he is, his cock head still pressing inside Noelle’s womb. Noelle squirms, overwhelmed by the sensation. His body feels oversensitive, every nerve raw and exposed, but there’s no denying the way his body reacts to each thrust—how the need, the desire, builds all over again despite the exhaustion.
Noelle whimpers, pressing his face into the pillow as his fingers clutch at the sheets for something—anything—to ground him. But Thorne isn’t letting up. The tight hold of the knot doesn’t allow much movement, yet somehow, Thorne manages to keep that maddening rhythm. Noelle feels like he’s being unraveled, piece by piece, by every shallow thrust.
"Thorne," he gasps, his voice hoarse from screaming earlier, his mind torn between pleasure and the urge to rest. But his body doesn’t listen, responding to every motion of Thorne’s hips with renewed hunger.
Thorne’s breath is hot against Noelle’s neck, his lips brushing over the curve of his shoulder as he presses closer. "I can’t stop, Noelle. Forgive me. I need you so badly." His voice cracks, and there’s something primal, something broken in his tone that sends a shiver through Noelle.
The desperation between them is palpable, a raw need neither can deny. Thorne’s hands grip Noelle’s hips tightly, possessive, as though he’s afraid Noelle will slip away if he lets go. The slight movements inside Noelle’s womb drive him mad—just enough to keep that ache of fullness alive, just enough to tease the edge of pleasure.
And then it happens again. Noelle can feel it—the way Thorne’s cock throbs, the thick knot at the base swelling as Thorne lets out a low, guttural moan, his body shuddering as he releases again. The sensation of being filled to the brim makes Noelle gasp, his own body reacting, even though he thought he had nothing left to give. His cock twitches, caught between them, leaking against Thorne’s abdomen.
The intensity of it is too much—too overwhelming—and Noelle can barely breathe as Thorne’s seed pulses inside him, hot and thick, filling him until it feels like he might burst. His body trembles uncontrollably, overstimulated, but it’s not enough. It’s never enough.
Thorne’s knot slowly begins to relax, and Noelle feels the soft, wet slide of Thorne’s cock slipping free. The sudden emptiness leaves him cold, unfulfilled, and the need crashes over him once more. No, not yet. I don’t want this to stop.
"Thorne," he begs, his voice barely a whisper. He shifts, rolling onto his back, feeling the wetness of their combined release trickling from him, but the ache for more is undeniable. "Please... I need you again."
Thorne stares down at him, his chest heaving, his blue eyes dark with lust and something deeper, something possessive and wild. He seems to understand immediately. Without a word, Thorne pulls Noelle into his arms and flips them over, so that Noelle is straddling his hips. The movement is effortless, and despite the weariness in his limbs, Noelle finds himself craving more.