Fallen General's Omega (BL)
Chapter 53: Missed [M]

Chapter 53: Missed [M]

The pulse under my fingers is erratic, pounding hard beneath Noelle’s skin. I can’t stop myself from grinning. "You little tease," I murmur against his ear, feeling the heat radiating off him. "The way your eyes burn, your pheromones, everything about you... you always wait for me to break first, don’t you?" His mischievous eyes flicker with amusement, and my heart skips a beat. He loves this game.

"I don’t know what you’re talking about," he says, feigning innocence as he stands and slips from my grasp. His back is to me as he leaves the bathroom, but even the cool droplets from my own hair don’t douse the fire burning inside me.

Like the pathetic dog I am, I follow him.

I find Noelle sprawled at the center of the massive bed, waiting for me, his hair still damp, his body glowing in the afternoon light.

"Dinner is served," he says, giggling, eyes full of wicked anticipation.

I arch an eyebrow, moving closer, my excitement rising with each step. "And what’s on the menu?"

"Omega. A really, really turned-on one," Noelle purrs, his voice a low, sensual hum that sends shivers through me.

In a blink, I’m on him, hands on either side of his head, caging him in. His body fits perfectly beneath mine, and I can feel his heat seeping through the thin fabric of his robe.

"You’re such a tease," I whisper, emotion breaking through my voice despite the raw desire clawing at me. "Gods, I’ve missed you so much." My words are rough, almost a growl, but they carry the weight of truth.

His breathing hitches, and his lips curve into a teasing smile. "Really? What exactly did you miss about me?"

I lean down, brushing my thumb across his eyebrow, smoothing the strands of hair that cling to his damp skin. "For one, I missed these eyes." I pause, tracing the outline of his eyelid, his lashes fluttering under my touch. "They look at me like I could hang the moon in the sky just for you. Maybe I should try, just to live up to the expectations in those eyes."

His breath catches, and in the soft, golden light of the bedroom, I swear his eyes sparkle with that same adoration I’ve come to crave.

I move lower, my fingers threading through the silky strands of his hair, tugging lightly. "I missed the way your hair falls like a curtain of midnight. I could drown in it." My voice grows hoarser, thick with longing. He smiles up at me, his eyes half-lidded, drinking in my every word.

"And these lips," I murmur, tracing the soft curve of his bottom lip with my thumb. "This mouth... that smile that lights up my entire world. And these lips that tease me, making me crave you more every time." I can’t resist running my thumb along his lip again, watching it spring back into place, wet and so damn kissable. "These lips that taste like heaven."

Noelle’s breath comes in soft, shallow gasps as I continue my worship. I drop lower, nuzzling into the crook of his neck, inhaling deeply. His scent fills my lungs—rich, intoxicating, driving me wild.

"And this neck," I growl softly, my lips brushing against the sensitive skin beneath his collarbone. "This neck that carries my mark, the one that tells the world you’re mine." I tug his bathrobe open with a swift motion, letting it fall aside, baring him completely to me.

I can’t stop now. My hands move lower, gliding over his flawless skin. "I missed this skin," I whisper reverently. "So pale, so perfect... so easy to bruise." My fingers trail lightly down his chest, teasing the soft flesh, and Noelle’s body trembles beneath my touch.

I pause at his nipples, already pink and tight, begging for attention. "And these... look at them, so perky, so sensitive." I smirk as I flick his left nipple, watching the way his body jerks in response. Noelle bites his lip to stifle a moan, but I can see the strain on his face, the way his body betrays him. "So sensitive, my beloved star," I whisper, the heat in my voice undeniable.

I keep moving lower, my hand resting on the curve of his waist. "I missed this waist," I say, almost breathless. "So small... it’s like it was carved by the gods themselves, a body made for worship."

Noelle is trembling now, his legs spread beneath me, his little cock dripping with need, and his bottom wet with slick, leaving a sweet, tempting scent in the air.

I slide between his legs, hovering over him, my mouth close to his heated skin. "And I missed this," I say, my hand wrapping gently around his cock, feeling it pulse under my touch. Noelle gasps, his hips bucking slightly as I run my thumb over the tip, spreading the slick bead of precum.

Before I can go any further, Noelle squirms away from me, moving up the bed. I grin, using my left hand to trap him there, holding him in place. With a slow, deliberate movement, I lean down, my mouth just inches from his cock, ready to claim him—

"Ahh...!" Noelle gasps sharply, his body jerking as he spills himself across my face before I even have the chance to taste him.

I pause for a moment, hiding my smile as I wipe his release from my face with my robe. When I look back up, Noelle is covering his face with his hands, clearly embarrassed. I chuckle softly, shaking my head as I crawl back up the bed to him.

I grab his wrists, pulling his hands away from his face, and pin them above his head. His cheeks are flushed, his eyes glassy with unshed tears, and he’s biting his bottom lip so hard I fear he’ll draw blood.

"You’re so damn beautiful like this," I murmur, leaning in to kiss him. His lips part under mine, soft and yielding. I nip at his bottom lip, and Noelle gasps, giving me the perfect opportunity to deepen the kiss. I claim his mouth, tasting him, devouring him, all while my free hand roams his body, memorizing every curve and line.

I’m drowning in him. His skin, his taste, his scent—it’s overwhelming, and I can’t get enough. My fingers find his nipples again, pinching them lightly, and he squirms beneath me, his body so responsive, so perfect.

When I finally pull back, a thin trail of saliva connects our mouths, and Noelle gazes up at me through half-lidded eyes, lost in the haze of lust and need.

I smirk, trailing my hand lower, between his trembling legs. It’s a mess down there, slick and hot. I slip one finger inside him, and then another, the tight heat enveloping me effortlessly.

"My beloved star," I growl softly, pulling my fingers out to show him how wet they are. "Aren’t you excited?"

"Less talking, more action," Noelle whines, his voice strained and impatient. I laugh, low and dangerous. "Yes, sir."

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