271 – Noelle POV
True to his word, I feel mad.
Absolutely mad.
My legs are trembling, my chest sticky with evidence of just how thoroughly he ruined me without even laying a finger. My heart is thundering in my ears, my skin hypersensitive, lit with some dangerous combination of humiliation and bliss. And still, he watches me like he's only just begun.
"Thorne," I whisper, or maybe it's a plea—maybe it's a curse. I don't know anymore. All I know is that I'm unraveling.
And he hasn't even touched me yet.
How long has it been? I'm once again hard—my earlier release did nothing to cool the ache. The fire's back with a vengeance, worse than before, licking up my spine with every breath he takes.
Now he's teasing me. Tempting me. Stroking himself through his pants like a man with all the time in the world.
I get angry.
Like really angry.
And I'm frustrated. And it's so hot. So aroused.
It's driving me insane.
