Fallen General's Omega (BL)
Chapter 56: Missed 4 [M]

Chapter 56: Missed 4 [M]

I trail my fingers down his back, feeling the rise and fall of his breaths, and press my lips to the curve of his shoulder. The moment feels suspended in time, our bodies still tangled, both of us glowing with the aftereffects of our release. But beneath the quiet, there’s a simmering tension—a heat between us that hasn’t fully dissipated.

Noelle shifts slightly in my arms, his body brushing against mine in a way that stirs something deep inside me. His skin is slick with sweat, and when he turns his head, I catch the way his lips part, a soft sigh escaping him. It’s a sound that rekindles the fire already smoldering within me, sparking it back to life.

I lean in, pressing my lips against his neck, tasting the salt on his skin. Noelle shivers beneath my touch, and I feel the tension in his body return, the subtle arch of his back, the way his fingers curl into my skin as I trail kisses up to his ear.

"Thorne..." he whispers, and it’s not a plea this time but a soft acknowledgment, a need that matches my own.

I know he’s ready again—his body responds to me without hesitation, like it always does. It doesn’t matter how many times I’ve taken him, how hard or soft I’ve made him beg for it; Noelle craves me as much as I crave him. And right now, that need is raw, still burning between us.

I shift, rolling him onto his back beneath me. His eyes meet mine, dark and hooded with lingering desire, and there’s a flicker of challenge there too. Even when he’s fully at my mercy, Noelle never loses that fire. It’s one of the many things I love about him—the way he defies me even in his submission, as if daring me to take him harder, to push him further.

I brush my thumb across his lips, feeling the warmth of his breath as he looks up at me, still panting slightly. His body is a work of art beneath mine—his skin flushed, every muscle taut with anticipation. And when I lean down to kiss him, it’s not gentle. It’s a deep, searing kiss, filled with the promise of what’s to come.

Our tongues tangle, and Noelle’s hands slip up to grip my shoulders, pulling me closer. I can feel the way his body presses up against mine, his hips shifting as he arches into me, seeking the friction we both crave. I push him back into the bed, pinning his wrists above his head once more, loving the way he squirms beneath me.

I pull back just enough to catch his eyes again. "You still want more, don’t you?" My voice is low, rough, and I see the way his breath catches in his throat at the sound of it.

Noelle nods, his lips parted, his chest heaving. "Yes," he breathes. "More... please."

I grin, letting my hand trail down his body, tracing every curve, every dip, as I go. His skin is hot under my fingertips, and when I reach the space between his thighs, I feel him tense with anticipation. He’s already hard again, aching for me, and the sight of it makes my pulse quicken.

I wrap my hand around him, stroking slowly, teasingly. Noelle’s back arches off the bed, his head falling back as a moan escapes him. The sound is enough to drive me wild, but I take my time, savoring the feel of him in my hand, the way his body reacts to every touch.

I lean down again, kissing the inside of his thigh, my lips moving higher and higher, until I’m hovering over his entrance. I don’t rush it this time—I want to make him wait, make him beg for it again. I press a kiss just below his navel, then another lower, and lower still, until my breath is hot against the place where he wants me most.

Noelle gasps, his hands gripping the sheets as he trembles beneath me. His legs part instinctively, giving me better access, and I can feel the heat radiating from his skin. He’s ready—desperate—but I don’t give him what he wants just yet. I want to hear him beg for it again.

I slide my tongue across his length, slow and deliberate, and Noelle’s entire body shudders. "Thorne... please," he breathes, his voice barely a whisper. "I can’t... please."

"Not yet," I murmur, my lips brushing against his skin. "You’ll take what I give you."

I kiss his inner thigh again, making him wait, making him feel every second of it. His body is trembling now, and when I finally, finally press my tongue against his entrance, the sound that escapes him is nothing short of a sob.

He’s so sensitive, so responsive, that it drives me wild. I work him open with my tongue, slow and steady, savoring every shiver, every moan that spills from his lips. Noelle’s hips jerk uncontrollably, and I have to hold him down to keep him from completely losing himself.

"Please... Thorne..." His voice is broken now, raw with need. "I need you..."

I pull back, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand as I look down at him. He’s a mess—sweat-slicked and trembling, his eyes half-lidded with desire, his entire body straining for release. I can’t hold back any longer.

With a groan, I position myself at his entrance again, teasing him with the head of my cock, making him whimper and writhe beneath me. But this time, I don’t make him wait. I thrust inside him in one smooth motion, filling him completely.

Noelle cries out, his body arching off the bed as I bury myself deep inside him. The tight heat of him, the way his body grips me so perfectly—it’s overwhelming. I pause for a moment, just savoring the feel of him, before I start to move, slow and deep, each thrust deliberate, pushing him closer to the edge.

Noelle’s hands find my back, his nails digging in as he clings to me, his legs wrapping around my waist to pull me even deeper. His voice is a mixture of moans and broken pleas, his body trembling with every movement, and it only drives me to go harder, faster.

I lose myself in the rhythm, my body moving on instinct, chasing that sweet, agonizing pleasure. Every thrust pulls another cry from Noelle’s lips, his body trembling beneath me, and I know he’s close again. His hands grip my shoulders, his legs tighten around my waist, and when I hit that spot deep inside him, he shatters.

Noelle comes with a scream, his body convulsing beneath mine, his release spilling between us as he clenches around me. The sight of him completely undone sends me over the edge, and with one final thrust, I let go, spilling into him with a guttural groan.

For a long moment, I just hold him, both of us trembling in the aftermath, our bodies still intertwined, our breaths mingling in the quiet of the room. It’s only when our heartbeats start to slow that I finally pull out, collapsing beside him, utterly spent.

Noelle turns to me, his eyes soft and satisfied, and I pull him into my arms, pressing a kiss to his temple. We don’t say anything—words aren’t necessary. All that matters is that he’s here, safe and warm in my embrace, exactly where he belongs.