Fallen General's Omega (BL)-Chapter 68: Bath 2 [M]

I rise from the water, Noelle still wrapped around me, his legs gripping my waist as if he’s clinging to life itself. The heat between us is unbearable, thick with desire and unspoken need. My muscles burn with the weight of him, but I don’t care. I feel nothing but the searing heat of our skin pressed together and the anticipation of what comes next.

Without a second thought, I carry him to the nearest wall, water dripping off both of us in heavy rivulets. His breath is warm against my neck, and I can feel his heartbeat quickening with every step I take. When I finally set him down, his feet barely touch the floor before I’m commanding him in a voice I barely recognize.

"Face the wall."

Normally, Noelle would give me hell for talking to him like that, but not now. In this moment, he loves it. He thrives on the authority, on the demand in my tone. His green eyes flash with excitement, and he eagerly turns, placing his hands against the wall to brace himself.

The sight of him, naked, vulnerable, so eager, sends a bolt of electricity through me. I can barely hold myself back. His ass is perfect, round and inviting, and I give in to the temptation, spanking one cheek, then the other, just to watch the way his body reacts.

"Aren’t you a little too excited, my star?" My voice is hoarse, thick with lust as I reach down, grabbing my cock and sliding it between his cheeks, teasing him with tiny movements. The friction is almost too much, and I have to close my eyes for a moment just to keep control.

Noelle lets out a breathy laugh, wriggling his hips provocatively. "What are you going to do about it?" he teases, his voice dripping with challenge. His defiance is thrilling, but it also pushes me to the edge. I can feel my composure slipping away, fast.

I part his cheeks with my hands, and there it is—the slick dripping down between his thighs, making him look like the most irresistible, mouthwatering treat I’ve ever seen. My restraint snaps.

Without another word, I position myself and slam into him, hard. The force of it rips a scream from Noelle’s throat, and the sound sends a rush of cocky satisfaction through me. I’m the one making him sound like that. I’m the one unraveling him.

"Yes! Please!" he cries out, and that only makes me more ravenous.

I thrust into him again, harder and faster, driven by the need to hear more of those desperate sounds from his lips. Each time I slam into him, Noelle’s moans grow louder, more ragged, as he clings to the wall for dear life.

"Harder!" he begs, voice breaking. "Deeper!"

It’s a vicious cycle, his pleas fueling my desire, pushing me to drive into him harder than before. He’s losing his grip, though, his hands sliding on the wet surface of the wall. Suddenly, he lurches forward, nearly slamming his face against the wall. I react instantly, cushioning the impact with my hand, pulling him back to me.

"This won’t work," I growl, my voice rough with frustration as I pull out of him, both of us panting. Before he can protest, I grab him, turning him toward me and lifting him once more. He wraps his legs around my waist, instinctively clinging to me as I pin him against the wall.

"Hold on tight," I command, and he does, his arms wrapping around my neck, his breath hot against my skin.

With one hand braced against the wall for balance, I use my other hand to guide myself back inside him. I thrust into him again, the slickness making it so easy, and the heat between us intensifies. Noelle gasps, his back arching against the wall, his nails digging into my shoulders as he tries to keep up with the relentless rhythm.

"...too deep..." Noelle whimpers, his voice cracking as he tries to escape, but I’m not having it. Oh no, he’s not getting away from me now.

I trap him between my body and the wall, thrusting into him harder, faster, until he’s a mess in my arms. His eyes are glazed over with pleasure, his mouth open, gasping for air as his body trembles with every movement.

"Fuck," I growl, my voice barely recognizable as I pound into him, feeling the pressure build inside me. The heat, the wetness, the feel of his body wrapped around mine—it’s all too much. Every thrust brings me closer to the edge, and I can feel Noelle tightening around me, his body on the verge of breaking apart.

His nails scrape down my back as he moans, "Thorne... I can’t... I’m—"

I silence him with a kiss, brutal and desperate, swallowing his cries as I lose myself in him. His body jerks against mine, and I can feel him start to come undone, his entire form shaking as he spills between us.

The sight of him, the way he trembles and gasps my name, sends me spiraling into my own release. I thrust into him one last time, harder than ever, and I feel myself explode inside him, the pleasure hitting me like a tidal wave.

For a long moment, we just stay like that, both of us breathing hard, our bodies still trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure. Noelle’s head rests against my shoulder, his lips brushing my neck as he tries to catch his breath.

I pull back slightly, looking into his eyes, seeing the raw desire and affection reflected in them. I press my forehead against his, our breaths mingling as we come down from the high.

"You’re mine," I whisper, my voice still rough but softer now, filled with something deeper.

Noelle smiles, his arms tightening around my neck as he kisses me again, slow and tender this time. "Always."

Our kiss lingers, slow and tender, the urgency from before melting away into something softer.Noelle’s lips are varm and gentle against mine,his breath steadying as we stay pressed

together, skin to skin, still feeling the echoes of our shared release. I can feel his heartbeat slow,his chest rising and falling against mine.

Eventually, he pulls back, his eyes half-lidded, a lazy smile curling on his lips. "You always know how to ruin a bath," he teases, his voice soft, breathy, but full of affection.

I smirk, pressing a kiss to his forehead. "lf l recall,you didn’t seem to mind much."My hands trail down his back, feeling the damp heat of his skin,savoring the weight of him still clinging to me.