Chapter 269 – Noelle POV
I feel heat pooling between my legs, thick and heavy, every nerve in my body burning with need. It's overwhelming—this feeling of being bound by nothing, touched by everything. I'm trembling now, my breath shallow and unsteady, spine arched against the invisible pressure that pins me to the chair.
Thorne's ability is cruel in the most delicious way.
I can't move.
Can't shift my hips, can't press my thighs together, can't reach for the places that are aching, soaked, begging.
And still—still—I feel him. His phantom touch.
Soft. Teasing.
Featherlight caresses that skim over my chest, never enough to satisfy, just enough to drive me out of my mind.
"Thorne, please," I gasp, my voice breaking with need.
He doesn't respond with words.
He doesn't have to.
He's still seated a few paces away, the picture of smug composure, legs spread slightly apart, one elbow resting on the arm of his chair like a man watching art in motion.
His eyes burn.
