Fallen General's Omega (BL)-Chapter 248: Sit [M]

Thorne POV

Noelle hesitates.

He’s right there, hovering just above me, close enough that I can feel his warmth but not close enough.

He’s in his head, unsure, hesitating—but I’m not having that.

A low growl rumbles from my chest, frustration curling through my muscles.

Then—

I grip his thighs firmly, fingers pressing into soft flesh, and drag him down onto me.

A startled gasp escapes him, his breath stuttering as he instinctively grabs onto the wall, nails digging into the wood paneling.

I smirk against his skin.

There we go.

The weight of him is intoxicating. The way his muscles tense, the way his breath hitches, the way his body instinctively leans into me despite his earlier hesitation.

He’s trying so hard to hold himself up.

I won’t allow it.

"Relax, my star," I murmur, voice low and deep, rough with want. "I’ve got you."

His body shudders slightly, his thighs quivering, but still—he doesn’t fully let go.

I tighten my grip.

"Noelle," I say again, firmer this time. "I said sit."

I cut off his statement as my grip tightens, and I pull him flush against me, refusing to let him shy away. A choked whimper leaves his lips, and that sound alone sends a jolt of heat through me, tightening every muscle in my body.

His pheromones fill the room; it’s intoxicating.

"Thorne—"

I don’t let him finish. My hands slide over his thighs, spreading them wider, holding him exactly where I want him.

I can’t see his face, obstructed by his belly, for someone so hesitant, he sure is dripping. Everything is his cock and entrance. It’s so cute; maybe he really was frustrated. I mean, we haven’t done as often since he got pregnant after all.

I don’t hesitate. I drag him close. I shove my tongue in, and Noelle literally screams, the whole ship might have heard him. My beloved is many things, but silent is not one of them, and I love that so much.

My grip on his hips tightens, holding him there as I devour him.

He gasps sharply, his breath breaking apart, and I feel his thighs quiver around me.

"Thorne—Thorne, oh—"

He tries to move, to lift himself up, but I won’t allow it.

I groan against his skin, the sound vibrating through him, and that’s it.

His body tries to move, but I hold him still, my grip on his thighs unrelenting, and move my tongue even deeper. I swear I could die like this, happily. It all just keeps dripping from him, insane.

I know how to play his body; we’ve been together for years after all. And soon, Noelle forgets all about his hesitation and begins to move his hips, riding my face like there’s no tomorrow.

Fucking hell, this is how it should be.

I’m so hard, but this is as good as actual sex. The way he’s using me for his own pleasure, I can’t help but groan.

I let go of his thighs now, and he won’t escape anymore.

I hold his cock and, as expected, it’s leaking. I wrap my arm around it, and Noelle trembles, his thighs squeezing me.

"Thorne—oh, gods—" His voice breaks, breathless and shaking.

I move my hand in tandem with his hips, he’s not letting me breathe, I love this so much. He’s getting close, he grinds his hips on my mouth trying to take my tongue in deeper, that’s it.

I let him take what he needs, my hands guiding him, my mouth giving him everything.

My name spills from his lips over and over, desperate, needy, like I’m the only thing keeping him together.

And the way he says it—

Like I’m his salvation.

Like I’m the only thing that exists.

Like he belongs to me.

Because he does.

A wave of heat washes over me as I feel his body tense, his orgasm building. He trembles, and I’m soaked, we’ll need to change the beddings, and he cums in my hand.

He rests against me, his body collapsed and exhausted. fгeewebnovёl.com

I let my fingers trace slow, deliberate patterns along the soft curve of his thigh, savoring the warmth of his skin beneath my touch. His body still trembles slightly, breath uneven, lips parted as he lingers in the aftershocks of pleasure.

I don’t rush him.

Instead, I hold him there, grounding him, letting him settle against me.

Noelle is still catching his breath, his chest rising and falling in an uneven rhythm. I can’t see his hands, obstructed by his growing belly, but I can feel the way his body loosens, melts against me. His resistance fades, giving way to something deeper, softer.

I press a soft kiss against the inside of his thigh, feeling the way his muscles tense and relax under my lips.

I hum in satisfaction, hands exploring the familiar dips of his waist, brushing over his hips with slow, reverent touches. Even now, even in this peaceful moment, I want more.

He’s mine.

I gently lift him off me, feeling the way his body shudders slightly, still sensitive from everything we just did. His breath is slow and uneven, his limbs completely boneless, too spent to move on his own.

Blinking my eyes open, I take a deep breath, feeling the warmth still radiating between us. My face is slick with him, the remnants of his pleasure coating my lips and chin, and I reach for a cloth, wiping myself off as I shift to remove my pants.

Noelle barely stirs, his breathing soft and even, his body heavy with exhaustion.

Once I’m clean, I pull him close again, wrapping my arms around his waist and tucking him against my chest. His back presses flush against me, his warmth seeping into my skin.

His soft raven hair spills over my arm as I spoon him from behind, my lips brushing lazily against the nape of his neck.

"Comfortable?" I murmur, my voice thick with satisfaction and something else—something darker, needier.

Noelle makes a soft sound in response, half-asleep, barely aware.

I grin against his skin.

My hands move slowly, tracing circles along his stomach, my fingers slipping just under the hem of his shirt. His breathing hitches slightly, but he doesn’t move away.

Instead, he shifts, pressing back against me.

And I definitely don’t have evil intentions with the way I move my hips.

Absolutely not.

Just a small, innocent movement, testing, teasing.

Noelle lets out a sleepy whimper, and I bite back a groan, my fingers twitching against his waist.

"Thorne," he mumbles, half-warning, half-wanting.

I smirk, pressing a slow, lingering kiss behind his ear, my hand moving lower.

"Go to sleep, my star," I whisper against his skin, my voice deceptively sweet.

And then I roll my hips again.

Slow. Deliberate. Not innocent at all.