Noelle's lips twitched in amusement and desire. "So you're saying I'm only for private viewing?"
"Exactly," he growled, pressing her back into him, "and only MY viewing."
Noelle leaned closer, brushing her lips against his jaw, her voice dripping with mischief. "But maybe I should dress up… just a little… so I can catch your attention even when we're out. You wouldn't mind, would you?"
Ren's hands clenched at her waist, his jaw tightening. She said it so innocently teasing yet deliberately provocative, sending a shiver of frustration and desire through him. "Noelle…" he growled, voice low and rough, "you're pushing me too far."
She smiled, eyes sparkling, sensing the crack in his control. "Am I?" she whispered, letting her fingers trace a line down his chest, "Or are you… secretly loving it?"
That was it. Ren's restraint snapped. With a swift, almost desperate movement, he scooped her up in his arms, her laughter mingling with his harsh breathing. "You think you can play with me like this?" he growled, pressing a kiss to her temple as he carried her toward the bedroom. "I'm going to make sure… you won't ever think of such… ideas again."
Noelle gasped, half in thrill, half in mock protest, as he set her down gently but firmly against the door, his eyes dark with desire.
Ren's hands gripped her hips, holding her firmly as his lips found hers again, rough and insistent, like he was trying to mark her as his. Every brush of his mouth, every bite to her lower lip, was a warning: he was barely holding back.
Ren's lips found her skin in a slow, deliberate path, each kiss a claim, each touch a whisper of the want he could no longer contain. He traced the curve of her shoulder, the line of her throat, moving lower, marking her with the faint warmth of his mouth. Where he lingered, her skin flushed under his touch, a constellation of marks that felt like the proof of his longing and ownership.
Noelle tilted her head, letting him take control for a moment, then whispered against his lips, "Maybe… you should let me…"
"That's it," he hissed, his grip tightening, his teeth grazing hers. "You've gone too far. I warned you." His eyes darkened, almost feral, as he pressed her back against the bedframe. "Now… I'm going to make sure you won't think of teasing me like this ever again."
Ren's gaze dropped and his breath hitched as he noticed something that made his pulse spike. Noelle… really wasn't wearing anything underneath. A low, frustrated growl escaped him. His erection tensed, every fiber of him aching with desire.
He stood just a few feet away from her, the air between them humming with quiet tension. His eyes met hers: steady, unreadable but undeniably focused. Without a word, he reached for the buttons of his shirt.
Slowly, deliberately, he began to unfasten it. Each button came undone with measured precision, the soft click of fabric parting the only sound between them. Inch by inch, he revealed lean muscle and sun-warmed skin, the movement unhurried but heavy with intent. As his fingers moved lower, the V of his torso deepened, the play of light tracing the taut lines of his body.
Noelle's gaze followed every motion, her breath catching slightly as more of him came into view. She didn't speak. She only watched, her eyes dark with quiet hunger, the air charged with something dangerous and electric.
When the last button slipped free, Ren shrugged the shirt from his shoulders, the fabric falling in a soft whisper to the floor. For a heartbeat, the world seemed to still.
He let the shirt fall to the floor without breaking eye contact. There was no rush in his movements, only intention. His breath was calm but his pulse betrayed him. He knew she was watching and that was the point. It wasn't just about showing off, it was a silent offer.
Noelle's gaze locked onto him, drinking in the sight of him with a quiet intensity. His chest, defined and smooth, the hard lines of his abs, the way his body seemed to radiate raw strength. Each inch of him called to her, and she couldn't help but let her eyes linger, tracing the curves and angles, the subtle power in every muscle. Her breath caught, her lips parting slightly as she swallowed hard, her entire body feeling the heat of the moment.
She raised an eyebrow, lips curving into the hint of a smile. He smirked back, heart thudding a little harder. He wasn't trying to impress her with size, he didn't need to. His confidence came from knowing how to move, how to hold her gaze while the tension between them simmered.
And in that moment, as the golden light kissed the curve of his collarbone and traced the lines of his torso, he stood bare-chested, his form not just exposed but sculpted with intention. Like a modern-day Adonis, every inch of him seemed designed to command attention, the shadows of his muscles playing beneath the soft glow, accentuating the strength and effortless allure he exuded.
"Noelle, you… you know exactly what you're doing to me, now it's time to pay me back..." he muttered, voice rough, tinged with arousal and need.
Noelle swallowed visibly at the sight in front of her, leaning closer, letting the heat in her eyes wash over him. "Payment in kind?" she whispered, her tone teasing, daring him to act.
Ren ran a hand through his hair, jaw tight. "I swear… I'm going to make you regret teasing me like this...in the most… satisfying way," he said, his voice low, almost a hiss.
He leaned in close, his lips brushing the soft curve of her ear. A gentle nibble followed, just enough to make her breath hitch, his teeth grazing her skin with deliberate, tantalizing pressure. The warmth of his mouth pressed against her, mingling with the low, rough timbre of his whisper.
"I'm going to fuck you so hard, you will forget your name."
Her pulse raced as he trailed kisses down her neck, each one scorching, each one reminding her just how much he wanted her all to himself. She tried to squirm, to laugh, to test the limits of his control but every movement only drew him tighter, more possessive.
"You have no idea how much I want you right now… and it's driving me crazy." he murmured against her ear, his voice low, hoarse with barely restrained need. "Every inch, every thought… mine. And I won't let anyone, anywhere, see you like I do."
Ren's hands moved with a speed and precision that left Noelle breathless, each motion purposeful. She couldn't look away, watching every detail. His eyes never left hers, dark and predatory and every step he took toward her radiated intention. The air between them crackled, charged with desire so thick it was almost tangible. Every movement, every glance, whispered the same thought: he wanted her. Only her. And nothing else mattered in that moment.
He cupped her ass to his face as he went down on her. He stroked her labia as his tongue went in and out of her pussy. Noelle moaned and whimpered in protest and pleasure at the same time. He licked in circles and bury his face in her, sucking and licking as she screamed and cried and in pleasure.
Noelle's breath caught as he closed the distance, every step deliberate, predatory, as if the rest of the world had ceased to exist. Her eyes drank in every detail, the strength in his arms, the sharp lines of his chest, the intensity in his gaze that made her heart hammer. His tongue is working its magic on her pussy, building her towards climax but stopping short just before she came.
Ren's touch was intense, deliberate, and possessive, drawing her closer with every movement. Noelle's breath caught, heart racing as the tension between them coiled tighter and tighter. Just when she felt as if she might lose control, he pulled back, leaving her trembling and flushed, a mixture of anticipation and frustration burning through her.
Ren's voice, low and rough, brushed against her ear. "What should I do with you, you little minx?" he murmured. Every word was possessive, demanding, and filled with a hunger that made her shiver.
She let out her frustration and pressed a hand to his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart, a silent testament to how much he wanted her. "I might have an idea," she whispered, her voice teasing, challenging him just enough to push him closer to the edge.