Chapter 273 – Noelle POV
No.
My body is still shaking. Every muscle sings with the aftermath of pleasure, and yet—it's not enough. It's never enough with him.
I barely register the moment he pulls out until the air hits my skin and I gasp. My legs twitch, thighs aching, and I try—truly try—to crawl away from him, driven by a desperate instinct to regroup, to breathe, to survive the next round.
Key word: try.
A sharp tug on my ankle ruins that plan instantly.
He drags me back across the silken sheets, smooth and fast, like I'm nothing but a star he's claimed from the sky and refuses to let go. I yelp—half protest, half arousal—as the grip tightens.
Before I can turn to look at him, Thorne flips me onto my back with a speed that knocks the breath from my lungs.
And then I see him.
