Chapter 270: Beautiful [M]
Chapter 270 – Thorne POV
Okay. I did not think this through.
Not even a little.
I may have overestimated my self-control. Severely.
The sight before me is... inhumane. Cruel. Designed by some divine entity intent on testing the very limits of my sanity.
Noelle sits in the chair across from me—bare, bound by my will, breathless. The soft lamplight catches on the sheen of sweat at his collarbone, dances along the open curve of his robe, and pools in the hollow of his throat like a temptation carved by the gods themselves.
He’s flushed and panting, trembling under the ghost of my touch, legs spread just enough to make me question every decision that brought us to this moment—including the one where I thought I could draw this out.
My beloved is beautiful.
No—he’s the most beautiful.
Not in the gentle, untouchable way poets describe. Noelle’s beauty is the kind that leaves bruises. It’s sharp and impossible and real in a way that makes you want to kneel, not because you’re weak, but because how else does one respond to something this divine?
And when he’s like this—lost in the thrall of pleasure, head thrown back, lips parted in the softest of moans—he changes. No longer the elegant, sharp-tongued fairy meant to live in Elaris’ garden among flowers and sunlight. No.