"Wish you could see what I'm seeing, my beloved star," Thorne murmured, his voice thick with reverence. His piercing blue eyes roamed over Noelle's flushed face and trembling body, every inch of him a masterpiece bathed in the dim, intimate light of their shared space.
"Please, Thorne, stop teasing me," Noelle whimpered, his voice laced with desperation.
Thorne's lips curled into a smirk. "Fine," he said, though the sight before him was enough to drive any man to madness. He gripped himself at the base, his length straining painfully as he positioned himself. Yet, he couldn't resist one last moment of playful torment, brushing the tip of his arousal against Noelle's slick entrance, drawing shudders from them both.
"Thorne," Noelle whined, his tone more demanding this time.
Thorne chuckled, the deep, resonant sound sending a fresh wave of heat through Noelle. "Hmmm?" he teased.
