Page 43 of Noel
“Anything you want, Tinsel.You just gotta ask.”
Then, I sink in slow—inch by aching inch—and her body clenches around me, hot and tight and perfect.
Her head falls back, a strangled sound slipping from her throat.
“Jesus, Holly,” I growl.“You feel so fucking incredible.”
She wraps her legs around my waist, pulling me deeper, gasping as I bottom out.
“Noel!”
I move slow at first.
Not because I want to.
Because Ihaveto.
She’s so tight, so warm, so perfect around me, my body nearly goes off the rails just from the feel of her.
But I hold on—barely—letting her adjust, lettingusadjust to this moment.Because it’s not just sex.It’s something else.
Something bigger.
Something that feels like it was written in the damn stars.
And the way she moves?The way her mouth parts on a moan, how her hands roam down my back like she’s trying to memorize the shape of me?
It wrecks me.
She bites her lip, arches into me, eyes fluttering shut like she’s losing herself—and Iwanther lost in me.
I want to be the only thing she thinks about, the only thing shefeels.
But then she gasps, clutches at me with both hands, and her voice breaks on my name.
“More,” she pants.“Gimme more, please, Noel?—”
That’s it.That’s the moment I lose it.
Control snaps like a live wire in a storm.
White-hot.Immediate.
I drive into her harder, deeper, setting a rhythm that’s as much desperation as it is hunger.
Every thrust earns a sound—those sweet, broken gasps that curl in my gut and set my pulse pounding.
She’s not just taking it.She’smeetingme.Pushing back.Rising to meet every snap of my hips with her own, like we were built to fit, toburntogether.
And, fuck me, she’s sin and sugar.Fire and heaven.
Nothing has ever felt like this.
I growl low in my throat, my hand sliding under her thigh to angle her just right, and she whimpers like I just broke her open.
I need more.
Needallof her.
