Chapter 178: Patience [M]
Thorne pulls Noelle to his feet in one smooth motion, his lips claiming Noelle’s in a kiss that’s fierce and demanding, yet reverent. His large hands roam possessively, tracing the curve of Noelle’s back before descending to his pert, firm buttocks. A sharp smack echoes through the room as Thorne’s palm connects with soft flesh, eliciting a breathy gasp from Noelle that quickly turns into a pleased hum.
Noelle clings to his husband, fingers threading through damp blonde hair, pulling him closer as if proximity alone could dissolve the unbearable heat building between them. But it’s not close enough—not for Noelle. He wants more. He wants to crawl under Thorne’s skin, to be consumed by him entirely. The insistent press of Thorne’s rigid length against his stomach only adds to his need, the heat of it branding him even through their fevered embrace.
Thorne growls low in his throat, his lips trailing fire down Noelle’s jaw and neck before returning to his swollen mouth. His hands grip Noelle’s backside firmly, pulling him flush against his body. The press of their sweat-slicked skin is electric, and Noelle moans into the kiss, his hips instinctively grinding against Thorne.
Unable to resist, Thorne’s right hand drifts lower, fingers sliding between the cleft of Noelle’s cheeks. He presses one thick digit against Noelle’s slick entrance, and it slips inside with ease. The sensation is met with a shuddering gasp from Noelle, whose hands tighten their grip in Thorne’s hair as his head falls back, exposing his neck to Thorne’s hungry gaze.
Thorne breaks the kiss, his lips moving to Noelle’s ear. He takes the delicate lobe between his teeth, nibbling gently before his deep voice rumbles against Noelle’s flushed skin. "Did you know your pheromones have been uncontrollable? They’re making me drunk, heady with need."
Noelle chuckles breathlessly, his hips rolling back to take Thorne’s finger deeper. "You’re one to talk," he retorts, his voice trembling but teasing. "I can barely think straight with your pheromones filling the room. It’s as if you’re in a rut."
Thorne’s answering growl is low and dangerous. "And look at you," he murmurs, sliding in a second finger and curling them just so, drawing a sharp cry from Noelle. "Taking me so easily, as if you’ve been waiting for this."
Noelle’s response is a broken moan, his body arching into Thorne’s touch as his legs tremble with the pleasure coursing through him. Thorne shifts, his free arm wrapping securely around Noelle’s waist to keep him steady as he works his fingers in and out, his pace slow and deliberate.
"Wow, you’re perfect," Thorne says, his voice thick with reverence and desire. His lips trail down the side of Noelle’s neck, leaving a line of possessive bites and kisses in their wake. "Everything about you drives me mad, Noelle. The taste of you, the feel of you, the way your body responds to mine—it’s everything."
Noelle whimpers, his fingers digging into Thorne’s shoulders as his knees threaten to give out. "Thorne," he gasps, his voice a desperate plea.
Thorne smirks against Noelle’s skin, his fingers curling inside him again to hit that sweet spot that makes Noelle see stars. "Tell me what you need, my star," he whispers, his tone both commanding and tender.