Chapter 25 I Want You All
Lina's POV
Noel slowly came over me, crawling over my body until he got my thighs trapped in between his legs.
He brushed my hair away from my face, his palm cradling my cheek like I was something fragile. He leaned in and pressed a soft kiss against my lips.
My hands didn't stop moving behind his neck while he trailed soft, gentle kisses on my forehead, down to my lips and back to my forehead again.
I laid flat on the bed, my chest aching up at him, I can't wait for him to grab my waist and do sinful things to me.
Maybe flip me over and spank my ass until it shakes nonstop and turns red with his five fingers printed clearly on me.
Noel grabbed my wrists and pinned them on the bed, just above my head, then his mouth blew soft kisses on my skin until his lips found my breast again. His touch was reverent, tender in a way that made my chest ache.
Yes, it's been long.
Seven years! No calls. No texts. No touch. No kisses. And the sex? I thought it was all forgotten, but here we're now, about to revive old memories that we thought were long lost.
When Noel finally pulled back, I couldn't help the smile that spread across my lips.
"Do you want me to stop?" he asked quietly, his thumb brushing along my lower lip as he helped push a pillow down my waist line so as to lift my body up.
I chuckled softly, “I missed us," I said boldly, teasing him.
His brows lifted for a moment before a low laugh rumbled in his chest. Our shared laughter filled the room, warm and unfiltered.
For a while, Noel didn't do anything, he simply let his eyes lock into mine as if he was trying to figure me out.
Then I winked at him. “I know…it's okay. Come here." I smiled, then he leaned into me again, his face buried in my neck.
"I need you," I whispered into his ear softly, "Now." I added firmly and almost too seductively.
That was all it took for Noel to go into action. That was all it took for him to make me feel good like never before. Without hesitating, he carefully pressed my shoulders down against the bed and buried quick kisses on them.
“You wanna feel it?” He groaned into my ears.
I didn't speak. I simply nodded my head and before I knew it, he grabbed my hand and guided it towards his cock—it was hard and thumping.
It's been a long time since I held a cock in my hand. I was almost feeling scared, but for whatever reason, it always felt safe whenever I'm with Noel.
“Oh my…” I whispered quietly.
I closed my eyes and started to smooch his cock in my hand.
I didn't want to rush this, but I swear I can't hide this anymore—I’m fucking horny and I can't wait to be fucked.
I want him more than he wants me.
Right now, I want Noel to fuck me really hard. Harder than he ever did.
Hard until I scream stop, but he must NOT STOP.
Hard until I feel my skin peel off my pussy, and all I think of is how to round this all up with a saucy, steamy blow job.
“I promise, I'll be gentle,” Noel whispered softly as he took his dick away from me. He leaned back a little so he could create space for me to spread my legs apart.
I shook my head quickly, almost too aggressively, “No.” I fired back immediately, “I want you hard. Very hard! Fuck me until I pass out, Noel!” I bit my lower lip as I spoke.
Noel didn’t wait for an explanation, a resolution or even a breath.
He moved quickly, almost too suddenly, desperately—like a man who had been starving for seven years and had finally found the only thing that could keep him alive.
His hand cupped the back of my neck, fingers trembling with fury and longing, and without hesitating, he crushed his mouth against mine.
If I'm asked, I'd say the kiss was deep, raw, and almost violent—and I could feel his pain pouring into me, his sorrow, his anger, all his needs.
My lips stung under the force of the kiss.
It was just a kiss, but through it—I tasted him.
I tasted heartbreak.
I tasted rage.
And then I tasted blood—it was metallic, warm, electric—I didn't even know if it was my blood I was tasting or his own, but I swear, it could be the mixture of both.
But God… I wanted more.
A shiver ran down my spine as he kept kissing me, rough and unrestrained, like he was trying to reclaim every second we lost, every moment stolen from us.
I should’ve pulled back.
I should’ve said something.
I should've screamed STOP.
I should've expressed how much his mouth was hurting mine.
But I didn’t.
Because I craved him.
I craved the hurt, the heat, the desperation.
I loved it.
I loved him.
My heart started to pound really fast. I started to think, “Was he about to give me just exactly what I've been longing for—a crazy, nasty kind of sex that'll leave me half-dead and panting.”
Every nerve in my body screamed for Noel—for more of this dangerous man who's leaning on me. I was feeling it already, it's gonna be maddening, intense, unlike anything I had ever felt.
I couldn't think straight, I didn't want to. I only wanted Noel...I want to drown in him and forget everything that's happening in my life right now, even if just for a moment.
Who knows? This might be our last moment together again.
Everything happening around me is suddenly becoming frightening and I'm scared to death.
The missing children case is taking more than I can give and I've no idea why it's happening this way.
Right now, I just want to be with Noel.
His hands roamed my body like they owned me, gripping my hips hard enough to leave bruises. And goodness, I wanted those bruises. I wanted every mark, every reminder of this chaos between us.
"Noel..." I gasped between kisses, my voice desperate, needy.
He growled in response, the sound vibrating through me, making my knees weak. "Say my name again," he demanded, his lips trailing down my neck, biting just hard enough to blur the line between pain and pleasure.
He didn't let me blink twice before he yanked away all the remaining pieces of clothing on me and again, my panties were the easiest for him to take off.
I arched into him, surrendering to the fire building inside me. His hands found my nipples and he pinched them so hard my toes curled but it was nothing compared to the heat of need radiating from me... Oh hell, Noel would be the end of me if I don't stop this madness... I'll stop it... I'll definitely stop... Right after he makes me cum.
Of course, this will stop once he hits that G-spot and he keeps hitting it again and again.
"You never change, Lina. You drive me insane," he murmured against my collarbone, his voice dark with desire. "You're fire and fury...and mine. Sweet, isn't it?" He groaned.
I dragged my nails down his back, savoring the way he hissed in response, the way his body tensed under my touch. I wanted to own him the way he was claiming me.
"You're dangerous," I whispered, my lips brushing against his.
“I hate that I am.” He chuckled darkly.
“Did you fuck other girls while you were away?” I suddenly blurted out. I had no idea why I asked this crazy question, but I did ask anyway.
"I'd gladly turn gay if I'm left with an option to sleep with other women but not you. ." he murmured slowly.
“You're naughty—” I moaned.
Noel smirked, then his hands instantly tightened around my waist as he pressed me harder against the bed.
The challenge in his voice sent a thrill down my spine. I kissed him harder, biting his lip in retaliation. Bishop groaned, his control slipping, and I loved knowing that I could unravel him as much as he unraveled me.
He ended the kiss suddenly, his eyes fixed on me, I thought I saw his eyes shine but when I blinked, it was gone. I was probably hallucinating.
"You're ready for me and I want to be inside you, right now." Noel's voice was filled with impatience and I brace my body for the insane thrusts that he was gonna deliver.
"I'm desperate for you and I want you to be desperate for me too,” I greeted my teeth. I could barely speak, because Noel's hand was performing a miracle in-between my thighs. He let his fingers hide underneath the folds of my clit and slowly massaged it with his fingertips.
His hand tightened around my waist as his finger teased my slick folds so slowly, every touch sending a jolt of electricity through my body. I clenched involuntarily, my breath hitching as he chuckled darkly. His words... though crazy, and dominating...sent a wild thrill through me.
"Noel..." I whispered, my voice shaky but laced with defiance. I hated how much power he had over me now, how my body responded to him without permission.
"Say it louder, accept that you want me this much" he demanded, his voice gravelly. His other hand slid up my neck, pressing my throat against the bed until my eyes turned bloody red.
I bit my lip hard, determined not to give him the satisfaction of hearing me moan again, but the heat between my thighs was unbearable. His finger suddenly slid deep into me, teasing and tormenting, making me arch against him.
"You're dripping all over me, Lina," he murmured, almost mockingly, his breath hot against my neck. "So don't pretend. This body knows exactly who it belongs to."
Before I could retort, he suddenly flipped me around and pinned me against the headboard, my breast was a flush against the warm furniture.
His large frame pressed into me with an intensity that made me gasp. The need in his eyes was feral, primal, and it mirrored the storm raging inside me. His bare chest was heaving, muscles taut under his skin, his arousal evident and unapologetically hard.