Chapter 175: Noelle
Heaven. That was the only word in Thorne’s mind as his hand found its place on the back of Noelle’s neck, pulling him closer into a deep, unhurried kiss. Thorne had imagined this moment countless times during their separation, thought he’d be desperate and impatient, all-consuming in his need to claim and possess Noelle. Yet, now that he had him in his arms again, those thoughts evaporated. Fast and frantic wouldn’t do. Not this time.
This was different.
Noelle moved, his lithe body shifting to straddle Thorne in the bathtub, as though the closeness they already shared wasn’t enough. His legs framed Thorne’s hips, and their bodies pressed together, the motion sending ripples through the water. It spilled over the edge of the tub, cascading onto the floor in small waves, but neither of them noticed nor cared.
Their lips met again, slow and deliberate, a kiss so rich with emotion it transcended mere touch. Minutes passed, or perhaps it was hours—time ceased to exist. They poured everything into the kiss: the unbearable ache of separation, the torment of longing, the anxiety of not knowing if they would ever see each other again, and the profound love that bound them so tightly. This kiss wasn’t just physical; it was a confirmation, a reaffirmation of their existence, their bond, their unbreakable connection.
When they finally pulled apart, gasping for breath, Thorne’s hands remained steady on Noelle’s waist, his thumb tracing idle circles against the slick skin. He looked up, his eyes locking onto Noelle’s with an intensity that made the Omega’s breath hitch.
Noelle’s chest rose and fell rapidly, his lips swollen and glistening, his expression both dazed and tender. Thorne’s gaze softened, his thumb moving to gently stroke Noelle’s lower lip, a touch so reverent it bordered on worship.
"You’re so beautiful," Thorne whispered, his voice husky and thick with emotion. The words hung between them, not just a compliment but a truth that Thorne had carried in his heart since the day they first met.
Noelle’s lips curved into a soft smile, one that lit up his entire face. There was no teasing in it this time, no witty remark on the tip of his tongue. Instead, it was pure, unfiltered love—a silent acknowledgment of Thorne’s words and all that they meant.
Noelle smiled softly in response, his lips curving in a way that made Thorne’s heart ache. "I could say the same about you," Noelle replied, his gaze drifting over Thorne in the soft glow of the lamplight. His damp blonde hair clung to his forehead, and his piercing blue eyes shone with a depth of emotion that left Noelle feeling both overwhelmed and addicted.His fingers drifted upward, brushing against the line of Thorne’s jaw, tracing the strong curve as if memorizing every detail all over again.