Chapter 17: Let Me Choose You
POV: Noah Hart
Noah didn’t knock.
He couldn’t.
His fingers were shaking as he opened the penthouse door using the keycode Elias had given him weeks ago but never mentioned again. A silent offer. One that said, use this if you’re brave enough.
Tonight, he was.
Elias looked up from the kitchen island the moment Noah stepped inside.
His eyes darkened instantly. His knuckles flexed where they rested on the marble.
He didn’t say a word.
Noah did.
“I’m done playing it safe.”
Elias set the glass down, slow and deliberate. “You know what you’re doing?”
Noah stepped closer. “No. But I know what I want.”
Elias’s jaw twitched.
And then he was moving.
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The kiss hit like a dam breaking—months of tension exploding all at once.
Elias backed Noah into the nearest wall, mouth rough and hungry, tongue plunging deep as he gripped his waist with bruising fingers. Noah moaned into it, not bothering to hide how badly he needed this.
“Bedroom,” he gasped.
But Elias didn’t move.
He dropped to his knees.
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Noah’s hands flew to the wall for balance as Elias unbuckled his belt with a slow, torturous precision. He tugged his slacks down, then his briefs, baring him completely. Noah was already hard—achingly so. Elias didn’t comment.
He just looked up once—eyes black with intent—and took him into his mouth.
Noah cried out, hips jerking, fingers clawing at the wall as hot, wet heat swallowed him whole.
Elias was thorough. Unrelenting.
He sucked him slow, tongue tracing every inch, lips tight around the base. When he hollowed his cheeks and pulled back with a wet pop, Noah nearly collapsed.
“Bed,” he choked. “Please, Elias—”
Elias rose like a storm.
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They didn’t make it with clothes.
Noah’s shirt was ripped open—buttons pinging across the floor. Elias shoved him onto the bed and stripped him bare, then undressed in one fluid motion. No shame. No hesitation. His body was lean, cut, every line elegant and dangerous.
Noah reached for him, pulled him down.
Their mouths met again—deeper now, hungrier. Elias kissed like he wanted to possess him from the inside out.
“Tell me what you want,” he growled against Noah’s lips.
“I want you.”
Elias didn’t ask again.
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Noah rolled to his stomach instinctively, but Elias stopped him.
“No,” he said. “Look at me.”
He guided Noah onto his back, spread his legs, and leaned in, pressing a slow, open-mouthed kiss to his inner thigh.
Then the other.
Then up—until his mouth brushed the sensitive skin just below Noah’s cock. He didn’t touch it this time. Just looked up and said, “You’re mine tonight.”
Noah nodded. “Yes. Just—please, now.”
Elias reached into the nightstand, grabbed the lube, and slicked his fingers.
The first touch made Noah gasp—Elias’s finger sliding inside, slow, deliberate, working him open with care and tension. One became two. Then a third.
Noah writhed, sweat beading across his chest, fingers gripping the sheets.
“I’ve got you,” Elias whispered. “Look at me. I want to see your face when I fill you.”
And then he was there.
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The first thrust stole Noah’s breath.
Elias pushed in deep—inch by slow inch—his jaw clenched, eyes burning. Noah whimpered, hands flying to Elias’s biceps, nails digging in.
“You’re so fucking tight,” Elias hissed.
“Keep going,” Noah begged. “Don’t stop.”
Elias obeyed.
He pulled out halfway, then slammed back in—hard, unyielding.
Noah cried out, legs wrapping around his waist, eyes fluttering as pleasure spiked down his spine.
Again.
And again.
Elias set a punishing rhythm—deep, fast, relentless. Their skin slapped, their moans tangled. Noah felt him everywhere: in his chest, his blood, his bones.
Elias leaned down and licked the sweat from Noah’s throat.
“You take me so well,” he growled. “Like you were made for me.”
Noah shattered at those words.
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He came untouched—spilling between them with a cry, body arching, mouth parted in stunned silence.
Elias didn’t stop.
He chased his own release, thrusting deeper, faster, until his control broke with a hoarse, “Fuck—Noah—” as he emptied inside him, burying his face in Noah’s neck.
Their bodies locked, trembling, breathless.
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Silence fell.
Not awkward.
Not ashamed.
Just raw. Spent. Real.
Elias didn’t pull away. He collapsed beside Noah, arm still draped over his stomach.
For a moment, they just lay there.
No masks.
No war.
Only skin and breath and something dangerously close to peace.
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Noah turned his head.
“I came here for you,” he whispered. “Don’t make me regret it.”
Elias didn’t speak.
But his hand found Noah’s.
And for once, he didn’t let go.