Chapter XI - First attempt to tame the beast.
warnings: smut (+18)/possessive love/dom Noah/fear/emotional baggage from a past relationship/obsessively guarding the territory
The hall slowly filled with sound. Not music yet or the crowd. Just with tension. Cables dragged across the floor, crew members shouted instructions through the cavernous arena, lights flickered overhead like distant lightning, bathing the stage in cold white flashes before plunging it back into shadow. The smell of metal, dust, sweat, and overheated equipment settled thickly in the air. And in all this Noah stood near the edge of the stage, one hand wrapped around the microphone stand, the other hanging loosely at his side. He was outwardly calm. But inside... he was ruined, because Nyx was moving through the venue below him, and every second his eyes found her automatically. Always. Like instinct... or hunger. She laughed softly at something one of the technicians said while adjusting a headset mic, and Noahโs chest tightened painfully at the sound. She looked alive lately. Warm, steady, so confident in ways she had never allowed herself to be before. And somehow that made him feel worse, because now people looked at her.
Not with pity anymore, or with discomfort.
That wasn't rationally. Not in a way he could explain without sounding insane even to himself... But every smile that wasn't his, directed at her felt intrusive. Every prolonged glance made something territorial coil tighter beneath his ribs.
The thought came naturally now. Below the stage, Nyx bent slightly over a lighting console, pointing at one of the settings while speaking to a crew member. She was focused and calm, a loose strand of brown hair slipped from her messy bun again, brushing against the curve of her cheek. The same boy from earlier reappeared beside her. Too fuckin close. Noahโs jaw tightened instantly and Nicholas noticed it first, because he , he glanced toward Noah from the opposite side of the stage, then followed his line of sight and immediately sighed under his breath.
- Jesus Christ. - he muttered quietly to Jolly, and Jolly looked up, stopping everything, because Noah looked dangerous in the stillest possible way. Not angry, but worse. Possessive. The crew member leaned toward Nyx again, showing her something on the tablet in his hands. It was innocent, professional and harmless. Noah knew that, but his body didnโt care. He stepped down from the stage slowly this time, not even realizing he had started moving until the floor was already beneath his boots. The noise of the arena faded around him. The only thing left was Nyx.
Her voice.
Her hair.
The way she smiled politely at someone who wasnโt him.
The boy laughed nervously at something she said and at the same time Noah reached them. Nyx looked up immediately and there it was again โ that terrifying softness in her eyes whenever she saw him approach. No fear, or hesitation. Just recognition. As if some part of her body always relaxed the moment he entered her space. The boy glanced at Nyx, as if he didn't notice Noah and his hand rising as if by reflex to smooth a lock of her hair. And then Noah's hand blocked the way, brushing a strand of brown hair behind the Nyx ear. The crew member straightened awkwardly after that.
- Oh, sorry, I was just...
- I know. - Noah interrupted calmly, not even lookin at him. - You just wanted to do something that wasn't your thing. - After taht Noah stopped directly behind Nyx, close enough that the front of his body nearly brushed her back. One of his tattooed hands settled on the edge of the table beside her, effectively trapping her between his arm and the console without physically forcing her anywhere. Possession disguised as proximity.
The boy swallowed hard. Noahโs expression remained neutral, but his eyesโฆ his eyes carried something ancient and sharp inside them. Something that made people instinctively step away. And the boy did that.
Fast.
- Right. Cool. Iโll just fix the other side then. - He disappeared almost immediately into the chaos of the arena. Silence settled between them afterward, but Nyx exhaled softly through her nose.
- Noah. - she murmured, amused beneath the exhaustion. He didnโt answer right away, because now that he was close, he could smell her shampoo beneath the heat of the venue. Could feel the warmth radiating from her body. Could see the pulse beating quietly in her throat beneath the black obsidian necklace.
Nyx turned slightly in his loose enclosure, enough to look up at him properly.
- You scared him, Noah.
- He was touching your space.
- He was holding a tablet. His hands were busy, silly. - she muttered. Of course she didn't see the danger in him. Nyx didn't realize how the world was looking at her now. She didn't see that Noah's care had allowed her to blossom so much that now everyone wanted to bask in her warmth.
- He was looking at you. And wanted to touch your hair. - The answer came too quickly and very honestly. Nyx stared at him for a moment and Noah realized too late how possessive that sounded. But she didnโt recoil. Didnโt mock him. Instead, something softer crossed her expression. Something... knowing. Her hand lifted slowly, almost carefully, until her fingertips brushed the inside of his wrist where it rested beside her. The contact was featherlight.
But Noah felt it everywhere.
Fuck. She was so unaware of what she was doing to him. She was so unaware of how much the world wanted her and how much he had to protect her from it.
- You know... - she finally said quietly. - Most people would call this behavior insane, you know?
- Maybe because it is. - His voice was low now. Roughened by exhaustion and restraint. But honest. - But I canโt stand people touching things they donโt understand. And that don't belong to themโฆ - Nyxโs lips parted slightly at these words, the arena lights flashed overhead again, briefly illuminating the sharp angles of Noah face, the darkness in his eyes, the tension pulled tight through his shoulders. He looked like completely consumed by her. And for the first time, Nyx fully understood the scale of it. Not obsession born from control... It was devotion. The terrifying kind of devotion.The kind that made someone willing to become violent with the world just to keep loved one breathing. Her fingers slid slowly down his wrist until she intertwined them with his hand grounding him with that. Noah inhaled sharply, instantly calmer as if her touch was medicine. Around them, the arena continued moving โ crew members shouting, instruments echoing, lights changing overhead โ but none of it reached them anymore, because Noahโs entire world narrowed to the feeling of her hand in his. Nyx squeezed gently once, like a silent command.
Easy.
Breathe.
Iโm here.
And Noah obeyed immediately. Not because she controlled him, but because he would have followed her into anything.
***
In my life I never guessed I'd love this much.
You told me clear: I am yours and you are mine.
Swear on my life I'd never trade this touch.
Give the world to hold your hand in mine.
The hotel room was quiet, wrapped in semidarkness and the warm amber glow of a single bedside lamp. Outside, the city had long since settled into the muted rhythm of the night, but inside, the only sound was the quick, steady tapping of fingers against a laptop keyboard. Noah sat on the edge of the bed, absentmindedly scrolling through his phone, though he wasn't truly reading anything on the screen. Every few seconds, almost unconsciously, his gaze drifted toward Nyx. She sat at the desk with her back to him, one leg tucked beneath herself as she worked through yet another list. The upcoming concert had consumed every waking hour of the past week, yet she never complained. She simply worked, quietly carrying responsibilities that most people never even noticed. For a brief moment, Noah allowed himself to believe she looked peaceful.
Nyx stopped moving, and her fingers froze above the keyboard. Silence that followed wasn't loud, but Noah felt it immediately. It settled heavily in the room, unnatural enough to make every instinct inside him snap awake. His eyes lifted from the phone and he know that something was wrong.
Because Nyx's gaze had locked onto a single line in her notebook. She wasn't blinking, and a slow, uneven breath escaped her lips before catching painfully in her throat. Then another, when her shoulders stiffened. Noah watched her hands begin to tremble. At first, only slightly, then uncontrollably. Her breathing fractured. One shallow inhale, another. Her breathing was too fast, too short, as if her lungs had suddenly forgotten how to draw air.
- No... - one word barely left her lips. Her pupils trembled over the page, but she wasn't seeing the notebook anymore. She was somewhere else.
"You can't make mistakes."
Chris's voice echoed through her mind with cruel clarity.
"You'll ruin even the simplest thing."
Her stomach twisted violently.
Her heartbeat slammed painfully against her ribs.
Once.
Twice.
And again, too fast, too heavy. She'd feel it in her throat, in her ears, behind her eyes. In her whole body.
One forgotten task - one simple order for VIP posters - grew inside her mind until it no longer resembled a mistake. It became catastrophe. Punishment. Failure. Her fingers curled into fists so tightly her nails dug crescents into her palms, and she couldn't breathe. Every passing second screamed that everything was already too late. That she had ruined everything. That someone would yell at her. Someone would humiliate her. Someone would look at her with disappointment. She couldn't stop the memories from swallowing her whole.
- Nyx? - bed behind her scraped softly. She hadn't even heard Noah stand. He was beside her almost instantly, drawn by something deeper than sound. It was as though her fear had reached him before she had. He stopped close enough to shield her without crowding her, his entire body instinctively placing itself between her and everything that might hurt herโeven though the danger existed only inside her memories. His eyes searched her face frantically and he had seen panic before. He hated how quickly he recognized it now.
- I... - she whispered, though the word shattered before it fully left her mouth, because her lips trembled. - I forgot... - She swallowed hard, desperately trying to force air into lungs that refused to cooperate. - Noah... - Tears blurred her vision instantly. - I forgot to order the VIP posters for the next concert.- Another ragged breath left her lips. - They won't have time to print them... - Her voice cracked completely now. - And... and Chris... - She couldn't finish. She didn't have to. Noah understood. His name alone explained everything. His chest tightened painfully, but not because of the posters. Because someone had once taught her that making a mistake meant she deserved to be afraid. Slowly and carefully he rested one hand on her shoulder. Not to restrain her, tot to stop her, but only to remind her that she wasn't alone.
- Nyx... Babe - His voice was low and steady. Kind of voice that didn't demand calm but offered it. She looked at him through frightened, glassy eyes. He saw it all. Terror, shame, the certainty that she was about to be punished. Something inside him twisted so violently it almost hurt. He wished - God, how he wished - he could tear every memory Chris had left inside her mind apart with his bare hands. Instead, he became gentleness.
- Look at me. - She obeyed almost automatically and he waited until her breathing met his. Until she saw only him. - He's hurt you before, thats rigt. - Noah said quietly. - But I never will. - his every word was deliberate, every syllable like a promise. - Do you hear me? - His thumb brushed softly across her shoulder one time. - You're safe with me. - her another breath. - Not just tonight. Not only when things go right. - His voice grew even softer now. -You're safe with me when you make mistakes. - after that her lower lip trembled violently. - You are safe when you're scared. - His eyes never left hers when he spoke. - You are safe with me, Nyx. Always. - The words settled somewhere deep inside her, reaching places panic couldn't. Her trembling didn't disappear but it changed. Fear slowly gave way to relief, relief so overwhelming it almost hurt.
- I'll fix it, baby - Noah continued calmly. - I'll call the printer first thing in the morning. If there is another solution, I'll find it. If there isn't... - A faint smile touched his lips. - We'll make one. Togheter - And for the first time in years... No one shouted. No one called her careless. No one told her she had ruined everything. Instead... Someone simply stood beside her. Without anger, without disappointment, or without making her earn forgiveness. Nyx stood so suddenly that the chair rolled backward across the floor, before she could second-guess herself, she stepped into him, wrapped herself around him, buried her face against his chest. Noah froze.
His breath caught somewhere behind his ribs and for a heartbeat he couldn't move. Not because he didn't want to, but because she had chosen him. Entirely on her own. Slowly, almost reverently, his arms closed around her as though afraid she might disappear if he held her too tightly.
- Are you really going to fix this? - she whispered against his shirt with still shaking voice. Noah closed his eyes. His forehead rested gently against hers as she looked up. His tattooed hands rose to cradle her face with impossible care, as though she were made of porcelain and starlight.
- Yes, my baby. - The endearment escaped before he could stop it. Soft. Almost broken. - I'll fix it. I'll fix whatever I can. And what I can't... - His thumb stroked away a tear sliding down her cheek. - We'll face together. - He swallowed hard. - No one will ever make you afraid of being imperfect again. No one will make you earn kindness. Not while I'm here. - Silence settled around them. Not uncomfortable, not empty. But like something... Sacred. They simply looked at each other, neither embarrassed, neither looking away. Noah felt something inside himself finally reach the point where it could no longer remain hidden. A feeling he had carried quietly for months. Something that had grown every time she smiled, every time she trusted him, every time she reached for him without realizing she had become the center of his world. Standing there with her trembling in his arms, Noah realized there would never be another moment more honest than this. If he stayed silent now... He would spend the rest of his life regretting it.
Call it fate or choice, I choose your name.
We feel the circle moving through the room.
I write it once again, the very same.
The time we spend together fills the room.
- Nyx... - he whispered with trembling voice. - You have to... You have to know that I've loved you for a long time. - he choked out, when his eyes expressing nothing but terror at how weak he seemed around her, completely subservient to her will. - I love you madly, obsessively. Every part of me wants you to be safe, to be happy... With me. - And Nyx, instead of running away, instead of laughing nervously, or even showing surprise... she closed her eyes, snuggling into his chest. She felt her panic have no power in his arms. Noah trembled slightly, feeling every twitching muscle in her body, as if touching her were an act of worship, adoration, and relief after months of pain and hunger.
- I love you, Nyx... - he whispered again, softly this time, like a prayer, like a ritual, like a promise. There was no pressure. It was adoration, obsessive care, and true, pure feeling. Nyx allowed herself a steady breath. Panic was fading. Peace was replacing it. In his arms, the world became a place where she could exist without fear, where she could simply be.
- Nyx... - Noah murmured, and she shuddered. But not like someone about to fall apart, but like someone who had just been caught before hitting the ground. Noah didn't let go of her for a second. One hand rested on the back of her neck, heavy and steady, the other wrapped around her waist, as if his very presence meant to shield her from the entire world. From Chris. From the screams. From the punishments. From the memories.
- Look at me. - he said softly. She looked up instantly. There was no anger in his eyes for the mistake he'd made. There was focus, something you could call hunger. And something... primal. Like a need for protection so strong it almost hurt. Noah ran his thumb over her cheek, as if testing her for real. The touch was slow, careful, almost reverent. As if every inch of her skin was sacred.
- No one will ever again make you fear punishment for a simple mistake. - he murmured in a low, soft voice. - No one will raise their voice at you. No one will make you doubt your worth. Not when you're mine. - His forehead rested against hers, their breaths mingling togheter. - As long as I breathe, Nyx, you are protected. - She shuddered as his lips brushed her temple. Then her cheek. Then just below her hairline. Each kiss was quiet, controlled, like an oath exchanged without witnesses. Noah inhaled the scent of her hair deep into his lungs as if he needed it, as if he couldn't function without it. His hands moved to her shoulders, to her bare skin, so warm and soft. His fingers trembled. Not with desire, but with intensity. From how much he wanted her... and how much he was afraid of hurting her.
- Nyx... if now... if you let me do more now, there's no turning back. I won't be able to back down. I'll go crazy. I'll lose myself in you... I won't... - He swallowed hard, and his hands on her body were visibly shaking, but not from stress. More from the way he was trying to restrain himself from gripping her tighter, from losing himself in her body like he'd dreamed of it for months.
- I trust you, Noahโฆ - she whispered, making Noah close his eyes and inhale deeply, like a predator sensing the scent of prey in the air. He opened his eyes, and his normally brown irises were almost black.
- I will play with you, Nyx. - His voice was soft, deep, and confident. But there was a hint of desire in his voice that he had been suppressing for so long. Nyx felt a shiver run through her body, driven by the touch of his hands, moving from her hips to her back. - Iโll taste you, Nyx, and touch you. Piece by piece. I will worship you while forcing your body to obey. - His hand slid into her hair, squeezing it gently. Nyx sighed softly at the feeling, because this time the gesture didn't terrify her, and then Noah lost himself. - You are more than desire to me, Nyx... - he whispered, when his hot breath teasing her face. - You are a responsibility. You are my duty... my weakness. - Nyx lifted her hands and placed them on his chest. She felt his heart beating; fast, too hard.
- I know, Noah... - she finally said softly. - And that's why I'm not afraid. - That was enough. Noah closed his eyes, as if those words were permission he didn't know he needed. He pressed his lips to her forehead, long, deep, reverently, as if sealing a promise and assuring her that what he was about to do to her wasn't just lust. Then he pulled her even closer, their bodies perfectly molded. He didn't do it greedily, nor roughly. He pulled her like someone who, after months of pain, finally holds their sanctuary in their arms. Nyx nestled against him, and the world beyond them ceased to exist. And then their lips met. The kiss was gentle, slow, languid. And when the words vanished and their breaths began to synchronize, Noah knew one thing: This wasn't a moment of weakness.
This was the moment he decided that, if necessary, he would burn the world down for her. And he would do it without hesitation. Noah looked down at Nyx, his each breath was distinct, even each quivering hair on her arm like a revelation he could no longer ignore. His heart beat to a rhythm known only to him, quickening, filled with relief that he could finally have her by his side, free from lies and betrayals, free from a world that sought to harm her. Noah kissed her harder, more hungrily, when his hands sliding over her arms as if touching the most precious treasure.
- My Nyx... - he murmured between kisses into her lips, and she sighed blissfully. Words were simple, but his voice trembled with everything he had suppressed for months: obsession, fear, pain, and the desire to protect her no matter what. - I love you. - Nyx looked at him and her eyes held the same feeling he felt: trust, devotion, and readiness for whatever was to come. She didnโt have to answer him in kind. He didnโt need that. It was enough that she was here. His. Completely. Noah began to lead them toward the bed slowly, as if every touch of her body was a prayer. His hands moved over her back, hips, shoulders, examining every inch of her skin with reverence. - I love every inch of you... - he whispered, forcing her to lie down on the bed. Her body surrendered, allowing him to push her further to the center, hovering over her. - Your body is sacred to me, you know? Every touch... Fuck, is a relief for me after months of suffering. - Noah kissed her neck, her subtly exposed collarbones, then took the black onyx between his teeth and pulled. His soft lips marked her body, leaving behind invisible imprints. Nyx shuddered, but didn't pull away. She let his hands guide her, as if to feel her body in the hands of someone who truly worshipped it. Large, warm hands slid beneath the fabric of her shirt, and he gritted his teeth, as if the proximity of her body was making him crumble, soften, succumb to his addiction. That soft, hot skin he could finally touch. That scent of her bodyโwhich he had once only been able to catch from a distanceโhe was now breathing in directly, pressing his nose against her soft side and belly. He lifted his head and looked into her eyes, searching for confirmation. Whisper of his name was what he needed. The fabric of the shirt landed on the floor, and he inhaled, releasing it with a soft thud. He was burning. He was fucking burning after months of watching, after years of admiring, after an eternity filled with hunger, he finally had her, undressing her with uncertainty, fear, and dressing her in love and protection. His lips touched Nyx's forehead, then her cheek and her lips, with a slight tremor, with solemnity, with complete reverence, as if kissing a sacred sign.
- I want to feel you, my love... - he finally whispered between kisses on her body. - As if I'd finally found everything I'd been missing all these years without you by my side. - Words were unnecessary now. The clothes disappeared one by one. Noah knelt between her legs, admiring, gazing, savoring the beast within him with her naked, pale body and that black onyx nestled delicately between her breasts. Her instinct was to clamp her legs together and cover herself, but a single, subtle movement of his head made her obey, parting her legs and letting him look. Noah drew in a breath, staring at her like a predator eyeing its prey. Nyx watched too. She looked at his long arms, his tattooed chest, his stomach, that black hair that trailed from his navel to his cock, whos standing hard and proudly, showing her his desire for her. She bit her lip at the sight. He was big, thick, and begging to be taken between her lips. But not now. Now Noah wanted her.
- Fuck. You're mine now. Forever. - Marking a path from her collarbones down, he caressed her small breasts, marking her skin with tiny red marks, teasing her nipples with his tongue, which swelled and hardened, drawing more moans from Nyx's lips.He'd never heard a more beautiful sound than the one she made when she moaned his name. He kissed her sides, feeling her ribs beneath his fingers, kissed her stomach, biting her skin, kissed her lower abdomen, her pubic mound, until he gripped her hips and parted her legs. Firmly, with no room for refusal. Nyx gasped in surprise, feeling completely exposed.
- Perfect pussy. And you know what? I didn't do anything and you're so fucking wet for me, Nyx. My good girl. So ready for me. - he murmured, teasing her skin with his hot breath. The pad of his thumb shamelessly touched her entrance and moved slowly upward, rubbing the wetness all the way to her clit. Nyx flinched from the sudden caress and lifted her head, her gaze clouded with arousal and surprise at the same time. The touch was firm, yet so gentle. She wasn't used to it. Never before had she been shown so much attention.
- I... am I wet? - she whispered when her whole body trembling as his thumb, smearing the wetness, circled her clit. She tilted her head back and moaned obscenely loudly, feeling such pleasure for the first time. Noah looked at her more closely, searchingly, raising an eyebrow.
- Yes, baby. You're dripping for me. You didn't get wet before? - he asked, tracing another agonizingly slow circle around her clitoris. - Asshole couldn't even make you dripping for him? Or is it the fact that I'm the one who's going to fuck you that turns you on so much, baby? - After these words, he brought his thumb to his lips and sucked the pad, licking her taste from it. - Fuck me, Nyx. You're incredibly sweet, baby. So sweet and addictive... - His thumb returned to her wet, swollen, and so needy pussy, tracing circles around her entrance. Finally, he slid his thumb inside her with ease, and Nyx arched her back in a perfect arch, her small fists clenching the sheets.
- Oh lord... - she sighed, feeling such pleasure for the first time without pain. - I... oh god... N-noah... - Noah smiled faintly, almost darkly, gazing at Nyx as if she were a deity. He was the one who had this effect on her. He was the one who, for the first time, made her body respond as it should. He caressed her with his finger, listening to the obscene sound of wetness. His name sounded like a prayer on her lips.
And his obsession grew.
I want my life with yours to move as one.
Only you with me, only me with you.
All my life I swear to remain as one.
Love like crazy me, you, you with meโฆ you.
- I need to have you, Nyx. Right now. - he hissed, withdrawing the finger he'd licked and hovering above her. - You're so perfect. - It was like a growl as he leaned over her, breathing deeply and slowly, trying to contain the beast that was telling him to grab her and take what he wanted. - And now... - Resting one hand next to her head, he reached between their bodies with the other. The warm, soft head of his cock touched her entrance, and Nyx twitched, placing her hands on his chest. - Now you'll be mine... marked... - he slowly thrust, and Nyx closed her eyes and tilted her head back at the wonderful feeling of being split apart. He pushed into her slowly, taking possession of her body, feeding his obsession harder, more intensely.
- Noah...! - she choked out when her voice was breaking, and she wrapped her legs around his waist, closing him like she never wanted to be a separate body again. Noah's hands gripped the sheets, and he pressed his hips against her, pushing himself all the way in, sinking himself right up to his balls. Nyx's face contorted in blissful pleasure and her eyes was welling with tears. He felt her nails digging into his muscular back, marking his body as her own. Fuck. He loved it.
- Mine... - he growled, pulling almost to the head, and pushed harder, feeling her nails dig into his back again. - Nyx... - he finished, practically driving her body into the mattress. Nyx whimpered pitifully, hugging him even tighter. Bare skin against skin, damp and wet with sweat, brushed against each other, and she soaked in his scent, allowing herself to be marked. Her soft, tight pussy wrapped around himโwelcoming him, hooking him, molding itself perfectly to the shape of his cock. He knew she was made for him to fuck, to make love to, to bang wherever he want. Their bodies were so close, as if the smallest space between them were a sin. Noah moved carefully but firm, as if any movement could break the delicate balance they had created between them. He touched her with reverence, his hands guided not only by desire but also by love, by the desire to protect her, by the desire to give her his entire presence. Nyx responded with sweet moans, discovering safety, power, and tenderness in it. Every touch from Noah was a promise: I won't hurt you, I won't abandon you, I will watch over you.
Their bodies met in oneness, a tenderness interwoven with possession and gravity, with undisguised reverence, as if the world could vanish in that moment, leaving only this: her and him. Their ragged breaths mingled, their hearts beat together, and Noah couldn't help but memorize every touch, every shiver, every reaction Nyx made to the way he moved inside her.
- My Nyx. - he whispered, pressing her so tightly against him, as if he couldn't let her ever leave. - All mine, forever. - Her walls tightened around him in response to the words working on her. Their closeness became sacred, filled not only with desire but with complete attention, reverence, and relief. Noah felt that every minute spent with Nyx, every touch, every reaction, replaced months of pain and heartache that had been impossible to quench before. And Nyx, giving herself completely to him, absorbed the fact that someone was worshipping her and giving more, not just taking.
- Noah... - she moaned louder, opening her eyes. Their gazes met as Noah rested his forehead against hers. - Harder. Pleaseโฆ - Her request was like a command for him. - I'm so close...
- Nyx... - he whispered hollowly, tensing to resist giving in to whatever was inside him. The fact that he could feel her tightening around him so quickly only stoked his inner beast and his ego. He was driving her wild. Heโthe man who had silently and secretly pined for her for so many yearsโwas fucking her and make her to the point where she was on the verge of cumming right on his cock.
- Harder. - she repeated brokenly, running her sharp nails down the length of his back. Her body arched gracefully, exposing her slender neck, her breasts brushing against his body, her pussy throbbing as if to draw him even deeper. He growled, because she was the one who had the power. She, and no one else, could control him. Noah gripped her tightly behind her back and pulled her up, sitting her on top of him. His hands gripped her hips, setting a hard, fast pace.
- Fuck. Just... - thrust - likeโฆ - thrust - thatโฆ - another hard thrust. Nyx sobbed loudly, pitifully, like a tool in his hands. His cock hit her inside hard, fast, hitting every good spot so perfectly, robbing her of sanity and breathing. Her clit rubbed against him, intensifying the sensation. Noah felt her wetness dripping down his shaft, his balls, her pussy was clenching aroud him, all thanks to him. Black onyx gleamed against her skin, moving with her body. - Mine. Only fucking mine... - he panted, staring at her body, so ruined by the red marks of his lips and fingers.
- Noah... Yes. Noah. Don't... Don't stoooo...! - She didn't finish. She hugged him tightly and nestled into his wet, huge body, falling apart completely, crying and moaning his name like solace, like absolution after months of begging for salvation. Her orgasm hit hard, suddenly, robbing her of all common sense. Her pussy tightened around Noah's cock, and he lost himself in it.
- Nyx... - he growled, not slowing, guiding her through fulfillment until the very end.
- In me, Noah. - she moaned tearfully, as if understanding the silent question. She grabbed his face and pressed her forehead against his, looking directly into those wild, almost mad eyes. - Mark me, Noah. - she commanded, and his pupils dilated. - In... - she stopped abruptly, as a loud, short sigh escaped her throat instead of a voice. Noah, gripping her waist so tightly she was sure he leave some bruise, pressed her against him until she could feel him in her belly. He throbbed, and hot, almost burning ropes of his cum filled her. Noah froze, pressing his face into the crook of her neck and growling almost animalistically, letting the release take over him completely.
- Fuck... - he choked out in a broken voice, lifting her and pressing against him again, his cum and Nyx's wetness spilling out of her as he flooded her insides. - My... Nyx. - he breathed into her ear, when his strong arms enveloping her in an inescapable embrace. His wet face was buried in her breasts, her small fingers slid into his damp hair, pressing against her, because in that moment he seemed so fragile and defenseless. He was still inside her, as if he didn't want to become a separate body again. They stayed there until they both calmed down, until he became soft. They had crossed the line. There was no turning back. And neither of them even knew how, in that moment, they would both lose control of the beast...
Doubt never we've got the door.
Lean into me and I will steady you.
We move ahead together, across the floor.
Only us two - me with you, you with me.
The room had gone completely silent afterward. Not empty, but full. Heavy with warmth, tangled breaths, trembling exhaustion, and the kind of intimacy that changed something irreversible between two people. Rain tapped softly against the hotel window now, faint and distant beneath the hum of the city outside. The bedside lamp still glowed dimly, painting amber light across tangled sheets and flushed skin. Nyx lay against Noahโs chest, half beneath him, half wrapped in his arms. Neither of them had truly moved since. He still held her like letting go would kill him. One large hand rested low on her back, fingers spread possessively against her skin. The other remained buried in her hair, cradling the back of her head carefully, almost protectively, despite the intensity that still lingered in his body. Noah stared at the ceiling in silence, but not because he regretted anything. But because he was overwhelmed by the scale of what he felt for her. Nyx shifted slightly against him, and the movement alone made his arm tighten instinctively around her waist. A reflex. Immediate and possessive.
Her cheek rested above his heartbeat. She could hear how hard it still pounded beneath his ribs.
- Noah. - she whispered softly. The sound of her voice nearly undid him all over again. His eyes closed briefly.
- Yes, my Nyx? - There it was again.
But softer now. Not territorial, but devotional. Nyx tilted her head slightly to look at him. Her hair was messy, lips swollen from kisses, skin marked in faint traces of red where his hands and mouth had lingered too long. And somehow, instead of shame, there was peace in her expression. Real peace. Noah looked at her like he couldnโt breathe properly at the sight.
- Youโre thinking too much. - she murmured quietly, and after these words a faint, exhausted smile touched his mouth.
- You can tell?
- Yes, Noah. You get this crease between your eyebrows again.- Her fingers lifted weakly, brushing the spot between them. Instantly, his expression softened beneath her touch.
He reacted to her like starvation reacted to food.
- Iโm trying to understand how I survived before you. - he admitted finally with voice rough and low. Nyxโs breath caught slightly. Noah lowered his gaze to her slowly, intensely, as if every word now mattered too much. - You donโt understand what youโve done to me, babyโฆ - His thumb slid gently along her spine beneath the blanket. - You trusted me. - These words sounded almost disbelieving. Like trust was something sacred he had never expected to receive. Nyx watched him quietly and then she noticed it. Beneath all the obsession, beneath the possessiveness, the hunger, the overwhelming need to guard her from everything was fear. Terrible fear. As if he genuinely believed he could still lose her.
- Noahโฆ - He looked away for the first time after all night.
- I know Iโm too much sometimesโฆ - His voice became quieter. - I know the way I look at you isnโt normal. The way I think about you. The way I need to know youโre safe every second. - His jaw tightened faintly. - I try to control it, Nyx. I do. But every time something hurts you, it feels like something inside me stops functioning. - Nyxโs chest tightened painfully at the honesty in his voice. Noah swallowed once before continuing. - And tonightโฆ - His eyes lowered briefly toward her body beneath the blanket before forcing himself back to her face. - You let me have all of you. And now I donโt know how to exist normally anymore. - The confession hung between them heavily.
Terrifyingly sincere. Nyx reached for his face slowly, the same way she had on the bus earlier, guiding his attention back to her completely.
- You donโt scare me. - Noah froze after her words, when her thumb brushed along the edge of his jaw. - You make me feel wanted. Protected. And seen. - A faint smile touched her lips. - You look at me like I matter more than anything else in the world.
- Because it's true.
Immediate.
Absolute.
Nyx felt heat bloom in her chest at how quickly he answered. No hesitation in his voice, no embarrassment. Just truth. Noah leaned down slowly until his forehead rested against hers again. His voice dropped lower.
- I know I should probably give you space after tonightโฆ - His hand tightened slightly at her waist despite the words. - But the thought of sleeping without touching you now makes me feel physically sick. - Nyx laughed softly beneath her breath and Noah visibly relaxed hearing it.
That sound.
That lightness.
It calmed something violent inside him every single time.
- Youโre like a drama queen. - she murmured.
- Iโm obsessed with you. - Another immediate answer. Nyx shook her head slightly, amused and overwhelmed all at once. Then she shifted upward carefully and kissed him. Slowly. Not hungry this time, but tender and Noah melted into it instantly. His entire body softened beneath her touch in ways nobody else would ever witness. When they parted again, he kept his forehead against hers, eyes half-lidded, breathing her in like something necessary for survival.
- You know what the worst part is? - he asked.
- What?
- Iโd still love you like this even if you destroyed me. - Nyxโs expression faltered slightly at the intensity of these words. Not because she feared him, but because she finally understood there truly was no limit to what Noah felt for her. And somehowโฆ instead of making her want to run, it made her press even closer. Noah exhaled shakily the moment she did it. Like his body interpreted closeness as mercy. Outside, rain continued tapping softly against the windows. Inside, tangled together beneath warm sheets and dim light, Noah held her tighter against his chest and finally allowed his eyes to close. Not because his obsession was gone.
Because for the first time in months, the thing he loved most was asleep safely in his arms.
In your hands the road we choose as one.
Only you - I want to be with you.
Signed on our hearts, this story reads.
As one with you.
Noah didnโt know how long he had been sitting there. Minutes? Maybe even a hours. Hotel curtains moved slightly with the night air leaking through the cracked window, and every shift of fabric painted shadows across Nyxโs sleeping body. The city beyond the glass still lived; distant sirens, muted engines, scattered voices somewhere below, but inside the room, everything revolved around the slow rhythm of her breathing.
She trusted him enough to sleep deeply.
That realization terrified him more than anything else ever had. Noah lowered his gaze again, studying the marks blooming faintly along her skin. His marks. Soft bruises beneath her collarbone. Faded traces along her hip where his hands had held her too tightly, too desperately, as though his body had tried to convince itself she was real. And she had let him. And not out of fear, but out of trust.
The thought hollowed him out.
His jaw tightened as he leaned back slightly in the chair beside the bed, forcing distance between himself and the temptation to touch her again. Because now he understood something dangerous: he could spend the rest of his life touching her and still never feel close enough. The hunger had only grown now, when he know how she taste. Nyx shifted softly in her sleep, brows pulling together for just a second, as though something unpleasant had brushed against her dreams. Noah reacted instantly. His body moved before thought could catch it. One second he was sitting rigidly beside the bed, the next he was leaning over her, his eyes scanning every tiny expression crossing her face.
- Nyxโฆ - he whispered automatically, after that her breathing faltered once. Then steadied again. Noah exhaled slowly through parted lips, but the tension never left him. It never truly would. He could feel it now, that permanent state of alertness stitched beneath his ribs. Like some part of him had accepted its purpose completely.
Watch her.
Protect her.
Stay close enough to reach her before the world does.
His fingers curled against his own knee hard enough to hurt, because he wanted more. Not physically, but existentially. He wanted to become inseparable from her existence itself. And realization should have horrified him... Instead, it felt honest. Nyx moved again, slower this time, her hand sliding unconsciously across the sheets until her fingertips brushed against his wrist. The contact was featherlight, accidental, unconscious, but Noah froze like she had placed a knife against his throat. His eyes dropped immediately to her hand resting against him. She was so small, warm. Trusting him even in sleep... A weak sound almost escaped his chest. Noah so carefully turned his hand beneath hers until their fingers touched properly. He expected her to pull away unconsciously, but she didnโt. Instead, her fingers curled faintly around two of his.
That tiny movement destroyed something inside him far more effectively than tears ever could.
- You have no idea what youโre doing to me, Nyx... - he whispered hoarsely into the dark. Nyx breathed softly, still asleep. And somehow that made it worse, because she wasnโt performing. Wasnโt manipulating. Wasnโt trying to calm him. This was instinct now. Her body reaching for him even in unconsciousness, as though somewhere deep inside herself she had already accepted him as safety. Noah lowered his head slowly until his forehead rested lightly against the edge of the mattress beside her hip. Not touching her skin, but just close enough to feel her warmth. His shoulders finally loosened. Not fully of course, but enough for exhaustion to creep into his bones.
He stayed there in silence, holding her hand while she slept peacefully above him, and for the first time in years, Noah understood why devotion and being ruined had always sounded so similar.
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