Chapter 20 Needed
Chapter 20 Needed
Elodie felt like her body had finally remembered it was still human.
After hours of walking, trying on clothes, pretending not to blush every time Noah looked at her a little too long, the exhaustion hit her all at once. The cold didn’t help either. She had been so absorbed in short dresses and high heels that she forgot it was almost the end of the year—Las Vegas nights could still bite.
Now she was wrapped in Noah’s long coat, drowning in dark fabric that smelled faintly of his cologne and something colder, sharper—like clean metal. It was heavy, warm, and far too big for her, but she loved it anyway. It felt like being carried without being lifted.
They walked back to their hotel room hand in hand.
Noah looked as detached as ever, eyes forward, expression unreadable. But he never let go of her hand. Not even once. Every time she stumbled inside the oversized coat, he tightened his grip just enough to steady her.
“Let me take your bag,” Noah said calmly.
Elodie flinched and pulled the paper bags closer to her chest.
“I—I can carry them myself.”
Noah didn’t argue. He only raised an eyebrow slightly, amused in a way Elodie didn’t notice. He knew exactly what was inside those bags. Lace, silk, secrets.
And she had no idea he knew.
The door closed behind them, sealing them in the same room.
They both let out a breath—but Elodie’s was shakier, heavier. Her body felt drained in the way only excitement could do to exhaustion.
She didn’t take her eyes off Noah.
He was already loosening his coat, moving with the same quiet efficiency he always had. One by one, layers fell away—coat, scarf, gloves.
“What are you going to do?” Elodie asked.
“Take a bath. Rest,” he answered, not even looking at her.
The words hit her harder than she expected.
“What?”
Noah paused. “What? What’s odd?”
“You don’t want to, like… eat something?”
“I’m full. We had dinner an hour ago.”
Then he pulled off the black turtleneck.
For the first time, Elodie saw him properly.
Not just tall and elegant, not just sharp and intimidating—but real. Broad shoulders, lean muscles, a body built for control rather than display. He had never looked muscular before because he always hid it under layers, but now—
She forgot how to blink.
Noah, completely unaware—or pretending to be—turned toward the bathroom.
Elodie’s lips parted, her thoughts tangled between fascination and irritation.
“I don’t want to sleep yet,” she said quickly.
Noah stopped. Looked at her.
“Are you sure? You look like you’re about to pass out. Your energy’s drained. You need rest to regain it.”
“No!” Her voice came out sharper than she meant.
He turned fully now. “Is something bothering you, lady?”
“Why would you ask me that?”
“Because I don’t know what you want.”
Her chest tightened. “No, you should know why.”
Noah sighed and leaned back against the wall, crossing his arms. Calm. Detached. Unmoved.
“Are you asking about me? The answer is no. Nothing’s bothering me. My needs are clear. I’m not confused—unlike you.”
Elodie stared at him and couldn't bare herself when Noah turned his back on her. She lunged out of the bet she rested on for while and grabbed Noah.
She turned his tall figure back to her and kissed him deep, arousal and needed. She fought into him, and he never thinking of rejected her.
Noah worked his tongue deep and rough, while also sucking her upper lips. She bite his lips as she pulled a break to look at him, eyes full of anger and plea.
"You forgot what you said or you just want me to burn alone?" she asked, half demanded.
Noah knew what she meant, he always did but still, he said to her in almost indifferent tone.
"Tell me what you want and make this fast."
Elodie, burned in embarrassment but didn't hesitate anymore. She said, "You said I deserved all of your fingers, but now I think I deserve more considering it as your apology."
Noah pinned her body to his naked upper, her hand for the first time touch his belly—touching his perfect ABS. Noah said to her ear,
"I do not apologize... but I'm a professional to make people beg."
Noah came to Elodie, brushing her insanity with breathtaking kiss. Hot crept up her body, feeling off in a perfect way.
Noah's hand brushing her thigh, tickling and stimulating, while other taking her thigh to his waist.
Elodie could feel her vagina throbbing, craving for satisfaction Noah had once taught her.
Noah's kiss pushed Elodie to the table, placing her to sit then without warning, his fingers pressed Elodie's place, sending a slight jolt followed by addictive pain.
Elodie moaned, weak but not lying, "Ah...," she feeling Noah's finger tickling out of her underwear.
Noah said in low and husky voice, his urgency pushed him. "This is what you asked, lady, then take the risk."
Elodie's moan was one note higher, louder than before as Noah pushed his finger harder like he was about to remove her underwear.
Elodie grabbed Noah's board shoulders, biting her own lips. Noah took her hand to her breast, already exposed by Noah's power tearing the shirt off.
Elodie squeezed her breast, add more stimulation to wetter her hole. Noah tore her stocking and slid her underwear easily from her thigh.
She almost screamed when Noah's three fingers broke into her vagina, but unsatisfied pleasure held her back.
"Noah...," she called him, feeling his fingers playing inside her.
"I'm afraid I'll break you, not because I didn't want to, but because ugliness doesn't fit your look."
"W-what is that mean?"
"I mean, I'll go by three and see how deep you can take me."
Noah shook his fingers faster, Elodie lost her balance but held on to Noah's body.
"Noah, ah, ah, I want to pee."
"No. You want to cum. Say it that way."
"I want to cum—hh, Noah, nghhh, ahhh ahhh!”
Orgasm hit her like a star explosion, she let her hole spread the final liquid and when she tried to collect her sanity back, Noah put his wet finger of hers to her opened mouth, let her have a taste.
"How's the taste? Is it sweet?"
Elodie still feeling high, but her answer was true and pure. She nodded but her eyes craving more.
"That's good. Now let me have a taste too."