Chapitre 177: Death of me [M]

Thorne's hand moved with purpose, guiding Noelle's smaller one lower, until Noelle's fingers brushed against the heated length of him. His eyes widened momentarily as he attempted to wrap his hand around it, barely managing to encircle the girth.

At the first tentative touch, Thorne let out a guttural groan, the sound raw and unrestrained, vibrating through the air between them. His head tilted back slightly, lips parting as he fought for composure. "You must know," he began, his voice thick with need, "for the past years, all I've had for company is my own hand. Honestly, I'm tired of it."

His admission sent a spark of something wicked and triumphant through Noelle. He tightened his grip slightly, his movements deliberate as he began to stroke, his green eyes alight with amusement and concentration. "I'm glad to know you had a sex drive," Noelle said dryly, though his lips curled into a smirk. "I barely had one."