Page 41 of Noel
My eyes flicker open slowly, and my heartbeat is so loud it’s like a war drum.
The storm has swallowed the world outside in a blanket of white.Snow drifts past the windows in thick, silvery sheets, the wind keening through the trees like a wild thing.
The house feels like the only warm place left on Earth.
And in it, I feel alive.
Every nerve, every cell, every inch of me still humming from what just happened.
Noel’s breath is uneven against my thigh, his arm heavy and protective around my waist.
The fire burns low, the light flickering over his skin, over the steady rise and fall of his chest.
I’ve never felt anything like this.
Like I’ve been cracked open from the inside and somehow remade by the heat between us.
This might be reckless.It might be the dumbest thing I’ve ever done.
But for the first time in a long, long while, I don’t care.
Because for once, I’m not overthinking, or doubting, or worrying about what comes next.
I justfeel.
The world beyond these walls doesn’t exist right now.
There’s only the rhythm of the wind outside, the warmth of his body next to mine, and the quiet certainty in my bones that whatever this is—it’s real.
I manage to untangle myself from him, lowering my leg to the floor.I’m unsteady, but Noel still has his hands on my hips.
I look at his face, and what I see undoes me.
The guarded soldier is gone, replaced by the man who let me in, who looks at me like I’m something special to him.
His lashes cast shadows across his cheeks, and I trace a fingertip down his jaw.
My eyes catch the mess on the floor, and I gasp.
“Did you just?”
“Did I come from eating your sweet pussy, Tinsel?Is that what you want to know?”he asks, all gravel and heat.
I nod because yeah, I do wanna know.
“Yeah, I came.How could I not?You’re so fucking sexy.So hot when you come on my mouth.And you taste like goddamn candy.”
My whole body feels like a live wire, and I can’t help it, I drop my gaze right to his exposed flesh.His cock is thick and long, and as I watch, it stirs.Holy fuck.
Noel’s hard.Again.And I swear to Christ, I’m going to die if he doesn’t get inside me soon.
His hand flexing against my hip.
“Come here,” he murmurs, voice low and rough.
His gaze zeroes in on me steady and sure, and there’s heat there—undeniable heat.
The kind of heat that promises this isn’t finished.
