Chapter 179: Slow Down [M]
"Wish you could see what I’m seeing, my beloved star," Thorne murmured, his voice thick with reverence. His piercing blue eyes roamed over Noelle’s flushed face and trembling body, every inch of him a masterpiece bathed in the dim, intimate light of their shared space.
"Please, Thorne, stop teasing me," Noelle whimpered, his voice laced with desperation.
Thorne’s lips curled into a smirk. "Fine," he said, though the sight before him was enough to drive any man to madness. He gripped himself at the base, his length straining painfully as he positioned himself. Yet, he couldn’t resist one last moment of playful torment, brushing the tip of his arousal against Noelle’s slick entrance, drawing shudders from them both.
"Thorne," Noelle whined, his tone more demanding this time.
Thorne chuckled, the deep, resonant sound sending a fresh wave of heat through Noelle. "Hmmm?" he teased.
"I need you in me. Now," Noelle snapped, his voice firm despite the tremble of his body.
Thorne’s smirk softened into something more tender. "Yes, sir," he replied, his tone both reverent and teasing. With one hand gripping Noelle’s hip and the other steadying himself, Thorne began to press forward.
The initial resistance made him groan low in his throat, the tightness overwhelming despite all the preparation. Noelle squirmed beneath him, gasping as the stretch became almost too much.
"Stay still," Thorne commanded, his voice a husky growl as he pinned Noelle’s hips with his strong hands. He needed time to savor this—the way Noelle’s body slowly, deliciously enveloped him, inch by agonizing inch. The heat, the pressure, the way Noelle’s walls gripped him—it was everything he had dreamed of during those lonely nights.
Noelle bit his lip, his hands clutching the sheets beneath him. The burn was intense, but so was the pleasure, building and mingling until it became a single, unbearable sensation. "Thorne," he gasped, his head tossing back, black hair spilling across the bed like ink.
Finally, Thorne was fully seated inside him, his hips flush against Noelle’s. He stilled, his chest heaving as he fought for control. The sensation was almost too much, the tight heat squeezing him so perfectly that his eyes momentarily rolled back. "Gods," he whispered, his voice trembling with raw emotion.
Noelle squirmed beneath him, rolling his hips slightly, urging Thorne to move. The subtle motion was enough to make him groan, his control slipping. "Thorne," Noelle warned, his tone leaving no room for argument.