Fallen General's Omega (BL)-Chapter 179: Slow Down [M]

"Wish you could see what I’m seeing, my beloved star," Thorne murmured, his voice thick with reverence. His piercing blue eyes roamed over Noelle’s flushed face and trembling body, every inch of him a masterpiece bathed in the dim, intimate light of their shared space.

"Please, Thorne, stop teasing me," Noelle whimpered, his voice laced with desperation.

Thorne’s lips curled into a smirk. "Fine," he said, though the sight before him was enough to drive any man to madness. He gripped himself at the base, his length straining painfully as he positioned himself. Yet, he couldn’t resist one last moment of playful torment, brushing the tip of his arousal against Noelle’s slick entrance, drawing shudders from them both.

"Thorne," Noelle whined, his tone more demanding this time.

Thorne chuckled, the deep, resonant sound sending a fresh wave of heat through Noelle. "Hmmm?" he teased.

"I need you in me. Now," Noelle snapped, his voice firm despite the tremble of his body.

Thorne’s smirk softened into something more tender. "Yes, sir," he replied, his tone both reverent and teasing. With one hand gripping Noelle’s hip and the other steadying himself, Thorne began to press forward.

The initial resistance made him groan low in his throat, the tightness overwhelming despite all the preparation. Noelle squirmed beneath him, gasping as the stretch became almost too much.

"Stay still," Thorne commanded, his voice a husky growl as he pinned Noelle’s hips with his strong hands. He needed time to savor this—the way Noelle’s body slowly, deliciously enveloped him, inch by agonizing inch. The heat, the pressure, the way Noelle’s walls gripped him—it was everything he had dreamed of during those lonely nights.

Noelle bit his lip, his hands clutching the sheets beneath him. The burn was intense, but so was the pleasure, building and mingling until it became a single, unbearable sensation. "Thorne," he gasped, his head tossing back, black hair spilling across the bed like ink.

Finally, Thorne was fully seated inside him, his hips flush against Noelle’s. He stilled, his chest heaving as he fought for control. The sensation was almost too much, the tight heat squeezing him so perfectly that his eyes momentarily rolled back. "Gods," he whispered, his voice trembling with raw emotion.

Noelle squirmed beneath him, rolling his hips slightly, urging Thorne to move. The subtle motion was enough to make him groan, his control slipping. "Thorne," Noelle warned, his tone leaving no room for argument.

"Patience, my star," Thorne murmured, though his body was already obeying Noelle’s silent plea. He began to move, slow and deliberate at first, pulling out just enough before pushing back in. Each thrust was measured, a careful dance as he allowed Noelle’s body to adjust, the rhythm building in intensity with every movement.

"More," Noelle pleaded, his voice breaking with need.

Thorne complied, his pace quickening as he let instinct take over. The sound of skin meeting skin filled the room, mingling with the chorus of their gasps and groans. Thorne leaned down, capturing Noelle’s lips in a fierce kiss, their breaths mingling as they moved together.

"Do you know how perfect you are?" Thorne rasped against Noelle’s lips, his hands gripping his hips tightly as he drove into him harder, deeper. "You were made for me, Noelle. Only me."

Noelle’s nails raked down Thorne’s back, his body arching into every thrust. "Thorne," he gasped, his voice barely audible over the sound of their shared passion.

Thorne shifted slightly, angling his hips until he hit that spot deep within Noelle, drawing a sharp cry from his husband. The sound spurred him on, his thrusts growing frantic as he chased his release.

Noelle could barely cling to a thread of coherence as Thorne drove into him with relentless power, each thrust hitting so deeply it felt as though his very soul was being claimed. His trembling hands gripped the sheets beneath him, his body pliant beneath the unyielding force of his husband’s movements. Every snap of Thorne’s hips sent shockwaves through his nerves, leaving him gasping and writhing.

The air was thick with the intoxicating blend of their pheromones, the overwhelming alpha scent pouring from Thorne making Noelle dizzy, needy. He tried to meet each of Thorne’s thrusts, his hips bucking upward in desperate attempts to keep up, but it was futile. The sheer force of his husband’s rhythm had him melting into the bed, surrendering to the dominance that only an alpha could wield.

Noelle made the mistake of glancing up. The sight before him stole what little breath he had left. Thorne, with his golden hair damp and clinging to his forehead, his blue eyes dark and wild with primal need, was a vision of unrestrained passion. His broad chest and taut abs gleamed with sweat, each powerful thrust emphasizing the ripple of his muscles. The look in his eyes wasn’t just lust—it was possession, the feral gaze of an alpha utterly consumed by his mate.

This wasn’t the tender and sweet Thorne . This was his alpha. His mate. And that realization, coupled with the way Thorne kept striking that devastating spot inside him, unraveled him completely. Noelle cried out, his voice cracking as pleasure crashed through him like a tidal wave. His release spilled hot and sticky across his abdomen, his body convulsing as wave after wave of ecstasy left him trembling.

The sight seemed to drive Thorne to new heights. His hands gripped Noelle’s waist with a bruising intensity, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he doubled down, his thrusts becoming impossibly faster and harder. The bed groaned beneath them, the air filled with the sound of skin meeting skin, the heady mix of their groans, and Noelle’s breathless whimpers. ƒreewebηoveℓ.com

"Thorne! Slow down!" Noelle begged, his voice cracking as tears streamed down his flushed cheeks. His body trembled beneath the onslaught, overwhelmed by the sheer force of his alpha’s passion. But Thorne didn’t slow, his mind singularly focused, his primal instincts in full control.

Each thrust sent Noelle hurtling further into a haze of pleasure-pain, his instincts betraying his words. Despite his protests, his omega instincts reveled in being claimed, in the unrelenting dominance of his mate. He clung to Thorne’s shoulders, nails digging into the slick skin as he surrendered completely, his body trembling with overstimulation yet craving more.

Thorne’s growl rumbled deep in his chest, a feral sound that sent shivers racing down Noelle’s spine. His alpha had fully taken over, and Noelle, helpless and willing, could do nothing but submit.