Bab 90: .r big bad alpha [ M]

Noelle keeps grinding against me, his movements growing more frantic, more desperate, and I can feel him trembling with need. The sounds he makes—those breathy gasps, the quiet moans—drive me wild. My body is screaming for release, the pressure building inside me so intense it's almost painful. Every time he moves, every time he tightens around me, it pushes me closer to the brink, but not quite over.

I tug at the restraints again, the rope digging into my wrists as I strain against them. My instincts are screaming at me to touch him, to grab him, to flip him over and fuck him the way he deserves. But I'm trapped, completely at his mercy, and the frustration gnaws at me, mixing with the overwhelming pleasure in a heady, chaotic mess.

"Noelle…" I groan, my voice rough, desperate. "Untie me. Now."