Chapter 26 Kneel
Lina's POV
While he was still kneeling on the bed, his full form pressing me hard against the headboard, I let my fingers fly behind me—my nails grazing his skin while I fumbled for his cock.
"Good girl," he murmured, cupping my chin from behind and tilting my face backward to meet his sharp gaze. "Now, turn around."
I narrowed my eyes, but something in his gaze...dark, unyielding...had me obeying before I could stop myself. I turned, bracing my hands against the headboard while every inch of my skin tingled with anticipation.
The next moment, his hand cracked across my ass, the sound echoed in the room. I gasped, both shocked and aroused by the sting. My knees wobbled, but I held myself steady, determined not to show weakness.
“Ask me to stop, if I'm hurting you.” He warned calmly.
I smirked, “I feel nothing yet.”
His hands gripped my hips with bruising force, and I felt him align himself behind me. Every nerve in my body screamed in anticipation, my demons were running wild in me and they were fueling my arousal, I was dripping crazily and I ain't exaggerating, I've never been so horny in my life!
"Noel, if you..."
I didn't get to finish before he suddenly thrust into me without warning, and the sudden fullness made me cry out. The stretch was overwhelming, a perfect mix of pain and pleasure that left me breathless.
"Fuck," he groaned, his hands gripping me tighter as he began to move. "You feel... so damn good and I can't control shit!"
His pace was relentless, his hips slamming into mine with a rhythm that was as brutal as it was intoxicating. My nails scraped against the headboard, desperate to hold onto something as he drove deeper with each thrust, pulling gasps and moans from my throat.
"Noel..." I gasped, overwhelmed by the intensity of it all. Every nerve in my body was triggered, and every thrust sent me closer to the edge. Maybe my grave is so close, I swear, I can feel it already.
He leaned closer even more, his lips brushing against my ear as he banged me from behind. "Say my name again." He groaned.
I shook my head, biting my lip to stifle a moan, but he wasn't having it. His hand slid between my thighs, his fingers rubbing circles over my swollen clit. The pleasure was too much, and a cry tore from my throat.
"Argh!" I moaned, unable to stop myself, my body betraying me in the most delicious way.
"That's right," he growled, driving into me harder, faster. "You're mine, Lina.”
The knot in my belly tightened, every thrust, every touch pushing me closer to the breaking point, "Y-yes," I panted, my mind hazy with desire.
"Yes what, baby?" he demanded, his voice dark and possessive as he pulled out and slammed into me with full force.
"I'm yours," I whispered, the words slipping from my lips before I could stop them.
He groaned in satisfaction, his pace becoming erratic as we both neared the edge. "That's my girl."
With one final thrust, he sent me spiraling over the edge, my body shattering around him. I screamed his name as waves of pleasure crashed over me, my entire being consumed by the intensity of it.
He followed right behind me, his grip tightening as he spilled inside me with a guttural moan, his hips stuttering against mine.
For a moment, we stayed like that...breathless, tangled, and utterly spent. The air was thick with the scent of sweat and sex, our bodies pressed together in the aftermath of our reckless passion.
And just as I thought I could catch my breath, Noel leaned down, his lips brushing against my ear again.
"Round two?" he whispered, a smug grin in his voice, "And this time, I want you to sit on my cock and bounce on it till I cum in you. You want this, Lina…so let's have it. You know how hard it is for me to cum after the first round, let's start with your mouth wrapped around it."
I groaned, half-laughing, half-exasperated, knowing that with him, there would always be another round... He fucks me crazily sweet but I'll never be tired, not even when I'm already feeling tired.
I leaned my head back against the headboard, catching my breath for a second while Noel's warm, smug presence lingered around me. The way he spoke...so arrogantly, so certain I'd follow through...set my teeth on edge, even as my body betrayed me with the lingering ache of pleasure.
I turned my head slightly, meeting his eyes. "You think you have me all figured out, don't you?" I asked, my voice dripping with sarcasm.
He chuckled, running his hand slowly down my spine. "Oh, I don't need to think," he whispered, trailing a line of goosebumps across my skin. "You love every second of it. You just don't want to admit it."
I scoffed, trying to gather the pieces of my shattered composure. "No, honey. I'll admit it one thousand times.”
Noel smirked, like he could see straight through words...even beyond what I was not saying. His cock twitched against my thigh, and the look in his eyes told me he was far from finished.
He grabbed my wrist in one swift motion, he lifted me away from the headboard and pulled me toward the other end of the bed. The motion was smooth, controlled, and I hated how easily my body responded to his command.
"On your knees, Lina," he ordered, his voice like molten steel.
I stared at him, defiant. "You really think I'm going to..."
He arched a brow, the corner of his lips quaking upward. "You want to prove me wrong, don't you?"
That challenge again. Damn him.
Without thinking, I dropped to my knees on the floor, but my hands were still on the edge of the bed grabbing the shit for support.
The primal satisfaction of catching him off guard flickered across my mind, but it didn't last long. He leaned back, his cock thick and heavy in front of me, and his eyes were dark with unspoken promises.
"Good girl," he whispered, brushing my hair off my face. "Now, wrap those pretty lips around it."
The way he said it...low and husky...sent a shiver down my spine, though I fought to keep my expression neutral. I leaned in slowly, letting my breath ghost over him just to watch him tense.
His hand tangled in my hair as I wrapped my lips around his tip, sucking lightly. A deep groan escaped him, and I felt a surge of satisfaction at his reaction. If this was a game of control, I wasn't about to lose.
"That's it," he murmured, his voice strained. "Just like that, Lina. Show me what that feisty mouth can do."