Page 105 of Crown of Thorns
He mumbles something, then his eyes flutter, gaze turbulent and hungry. For me. “Louis.”
“Fuck, I love my name on your tongue.” My kiss is agony, frustration, and savage. It’s the only fusion my twisted mind can conjure, and yet he’s welcoming it, groaning into it. Into me. The sheets tangle around our twisting forms as Noah grabs me by the ass and I wrap my legs around his thick thighs, not wanting to break the kiss. Once perfectly seated, Noah’s hand slides up the curve of my throat and closes around my chin, angling me the way he wants, licking and sucking my face, pressing our chests together. He is naked, shimmering with a fine layer of sweat, and I need to feel against my own burning flesh. I never want to leave him. Not after nights like this, where the only thing between us is sweat and the echo of his laughter in my mouth, where his fingers still linger on my hips like a vow.
“Thank you for Paris. For taking me there,” he murmurs against my lips. He squeezes my laced ass cheeks, fingers firm and possessive. The soft garment bunches between us. Then he starts rubbing our cocks together, slow and filthy, making me gasp.
“Uhmp…fuck…”
“You like that, little devil?”
“More. I need more.”
He works my lace down with practiced ease, rolling it down my thighs and keeping it around my knees, trapping me with it. I don’t mind. With my arms already wrapped around his neck, I press him close while sucking his face. He’s mine. Hiscomplexity spoke to my curiosity from the beginning. It’s why his touch thrilled me to the core and still does. It resonates in my heart. His unspoken need to take care of me. His unspoken need to be taken care of by me.
I’m sitting on his lap now, fully undressed except for the lace briefs around my knees, not wanting this to end. Needing this not to end. “I want to spend all my time with you. Be mine. Let’s make this official.”
His erection nudges against my ass and I rub myself all over him, my own cock coating precum as it glides over his tight abs.
Noah kisses me slowly before pulling away to unclasp the bottle of lube. “You are so perfect.” His wet fingers slide over the curve of my ass and he circles a lubed finger over my crease. A strangled noise leaves me.
“Mmmff…” I moan in his mouth, biting on his tongue because I want to hurt him. Want to sink my teeth into his skin and cause him pain, make him pay for his unspoken words. I won’t let him reject me. “Say yes. Say you’ll be mine.”
Noah rips his lips from mine, and I lurch forward, my mouth chasing his. He drops his forehead against mine, his coarse breathing fusing with my own. Then he inhales me deeply, as if he wants to chisel my scent into his memory. “I want to, but I can’t lose my future.” His gruff words are low and heavy, and they make the ache in my chest stronger. Because I love it when he calls me sweetheart, but he’s afraid love will ruin his future like it ruined his past. Like that night, he told me he couldn’t breathe during his first kiss with a boy, not from excitement, but from fear. That kind of fear doesn’t just vanish; it lingers, echoes. And still, here he is, trying. For me.
I think I’ll burst. My breath is stuttering, and he must feel how much I’m shaking against him, but I don’t give a fuck as I glue my trembling lips to his and kiss him again, slower this timebut deeper, digging my fingers into the back of his head, reveling in how loudly his heart beats against my chest.
“Tell me what it is we’re fighting against, baby. Let me slay those demons for you.”
“Demons…” His soft smile is breathy, and he pulls back so he can look at me. “Have you ever wondered if your recollections haven’t lied to you?”
I frown, a sharp flicker of unease tightening my gut. “You mean like you’re not sure if your memory is real?” My heart stutters. I don’t know what scares me more—his question, or how much I want to answer it for him.
“Hmm.” He slams my hands above my head on the pillow, intertwining his fingers with mine. “I’ve often relived that day.” He nibbles on my jaw. “Often wondered why I wasn’t enough for him, just for who I was.” He kisses the shell of my right ear. “I’m so tired of fighting, Louis.” He bites my left ear. “You won.” He slides down my chest, then kneels between my legs. “You conquered my walls. Tore them down. And now all I can see is you. You’re everywhere. In my dreams. In my thoughts. In my heart. You are a treasure. The rarest thing I've ever found. The light in my eyes.” And then he takes my cock in his mouth.
My toes curl and I’m panting, face flushed, head spinning. I’m going to explode.
“Fuckfuckfuck…” I blurt in one breath as I sink my unsteady fingers into his hair. He deep-throats me, taking my cock so far inside, my eyes roll to the back of my head. I’m so starved, so wound up, I’m riding his mouth, falling into the scorching pleasure he’s giving me. “Jesus Christ, Noah… your mouth feels so fucking good, I’m gonna, I’m gonna…” My hips jerk, and Noah takes my cum deep in his throat as I empty my load. I keep watching him, mesmerized, just the view of him between my legs giving me butterflies. But as I watch him gathering my cum offhis chin and licking it off his fingers, I can’t help but feel them flutter all around, expanding my chest.
Everything about him is intense. The darkening of his eyes just before a kiss, the tremble in his breath when he lets himself want. It’s all him. His touch carries emotion, not just hunger, and it scorches me with meaning.
“Mmm. So precious.” His words pierce my chest and settle into my heart, filling me drip by drip. “And now I want my fuck hole, sweetheart. My tight, hot ass. Are you going to give it to me?”
He squirts lube all over his cock and my ass, but before he can work himself, I reach over and wrap my fingers around his girth. It’s hard and flushed, the veins popping. Slicked with the lube, it slides in my hand, hard and soft at the same time, and I stroke him fast, reveling in the way it barely fits in my palm.
His finger circles my hole, teasing. Then he slides a finger in and my entire body jerks.
“Yes, baby, more, I need more.”
“I’ll give you more, sweetheart, just give me…” He grunts, then swats my hand away. “If you continue like this, I’ll blow.” He jabs two fingers inside, working me open. It stings deliciously, and my knees tremble when he spreads them wider, exposing me even further.
“Look at that sweet, pink hole. Fuck, you look so good like this. So pretty. So eager for my dick.”
“Yes,” I pant. “Need you now. Come on, give it to me.”
He removes his fingers, then points the head of his dick against my fluttering hole. At the first breach of his tip, we both shudder.
“That looks so good,” he moans as his hand tightens around mine. “You look so good, Louis. You take my cock so well.” He kisses my forehead, my lashes, my eyes. “You’re so goddamn handsome. My treasure. My one and only.”
His hand falls on my hip, pulling my legs up, and the other wraps around my throat as he kisses me. I’m moaning and groaning and speaking nonsense in his mouth as he gives a shove and pushes all the way in, his pelvis slapping against my ass. My arms wrap around his neck and my legs around his thighs, pressing him closer, needing him nearer.
