Chapter 177: Death of me [M]
Thorne’s hand moved with purpose, guiding Noelle’s smaller one lower, until Noelle’s fingers brushed against the heated length of him. His eyes widened momentarily as he attempted to wrap his hand around it, barely managing to encircle the girth.
At the first tentative touch, Thorne let out a guttural groan, the sound raw and unrestrained, vibrating through the air between them. His head tilted back slightly, lips parting as he fought for composure. "You must know," he began, his voice thick with need, "for the past years, all I’ve had for company is my own hand. Honestly, I’m tired of it."
His admission sent a spark of something wicked and triumphant through Noelle. He tightened his grip slightly, his movements deliberate as he began to stroke, his green eyes alight with amusement and concentration. "I’m glad to know you had a sex drive," Noelle said dryly, though his lips curled into a smirk. "I barely had one."
Thorne chuckled, though it quickly dissolved into a groan as Noelle’s hand moved with more confidence, his touch exploring and experimenting. Thorne’s hips began to move instinctively, matching the rhythm Noelle set, his breathing becoming heavier with each passing second.
"Just like that..." Thorne murmured, his voice a mix of encouragement and desperation. His damp blonde hair clung to his forehead, and his left hand raked through it, pushing it back messily. His eyes fluttered shut, as though the sensations were too much to handle.
"I would dream about you," he confessed, his voice thick with unspoken longing. "Your touch, your scent, the sounds you’d make. I’d wake up aching, only to find myself alone with nothing but those dreams to keep me company."
Noelle’s heart clenched at the admission, a wave of tenderness softening the wicked glint in his eyes. But he didn’t let it stop him from keeping Thorne on edge, his strokes becoming firmer, more intentional. He leaned closer, his lips brushing against Thorne’s ear as he whispered, "Well, you’re not alone now. I’m here. I’ll make sure you forget every lonely moment."
Thorne’s eyes snapped open, his intense blue gaze locking onto Noelle’s. There was something vulnerable in the way he looked at his husband, an unspoken gratitude mixed with overwhelming desire. "I could never forget, Noelle," he said hoarsely. "Not when you make me feel like this. Like I’m whole again."
Thorne’s breath hitched when Noelle abruptly stood, breaking the rhythm and leaving him teetering on the edge of ecstasy. His blue eyes widened, disbelief etched into his features as he watched his husband’s sudden retreat.