Later that night, Belle lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling, her mind racing with thoughts of Noah. The tension between them was overwhelming, impossible to deny. But it wasn’t just the tension between them that kept her awake. Belle’s body was aching with need, her breasts felt heavy, ached, swollen and sore.
The discomfort was maddening. She had tried massaging them, but the pressure only seemed to make the ache worse. The sensation only made her think of Noah’s hands, his touch, and how desperately she wanted him to take away the pain in the way only he could. Her skin felt hypersensitive, and every time she shifted, it sent another wave of discomfort through her chest. She could feel the tightness in her nipples, her body practically screaming for relief. She needed relief, she needed him. His touch, his lips, anything to ease the ache that pulsed through her bod
Noah's hands roamed over Belle’s body, caressing every curve and dip until she was aching for more of his touch. "I want to taste you," he murmured, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of her neck. "Every inch of you."Belle shivered at the promise in his words. Almost as if he could sense her need, Noah's hands slid up her sides, coming to rest just below the swell of her breasts. His thumbs brushed over the peaks, sending jolts of electricity straight to her core.Unable to resist any longer, Noah tugged down the front of her dress, exposing her breasts to his hungry gaze. He groaned at the sight, his eyes darkening with desire. "You're perfect," he breathed, before leaning down to take one nipple into his mouth.The sensation was incredible, the wet heat of
The morning light filtered through the thin curtains, casting a soft golden glow across the room. Belle stirred, her body nestled against Noah’s. The warmth of his skin against hers was a comforting reminder of the night they’d shared, and her mind lingered on the intense moments they had experienced together. Every touch, every kiss, every inch of him seemed to linger on her body, leaving her with an aching desire to feel it all again.Noah’s arm was draped lazily across her waist, his chest rising and falling in a slow, steady rhythm. For a moment, Belle lay still, listening to his heartbeat, the soft hum of the city outside. It was peaceful. Almost too peaceful, considering the storm that had raged between them just hours before. She let out a quiet sigh, her body still sensitive, the soreness a reminder of how thoroughly Noah had claimed her.
The morning sunlight grew brighter as the day continued to creep forward, but neither of them moved. The world outside their bedroom felt distant, almost unreal, as if it didn’t exist in this bubble of warmth and intimacy they’d created. Belle felt her mind drifting, thinking about how far she’d come, how far they’d come.She remembered when Noah had first entered her life, a stranger whose gaze alone could send her pulse racing. He was a man who seemed so unattainable, so distant, yet now here they were, wrapped around each other like they’d always been meant to fit this way. A part of her had fought this for so long, afraid of what it meant to open herself up to someone like him. But now, lying in his arms, it felt like the most natural thing in the world."You're thinking too much," Noah said suddenly
The bustling energy of the campus was a sharp contrast to the serene intimacy Belle and Noah had shared just hours before. As Belle made her way across the courtyard, the noise of students laughing, chatting, and hurrying to their classes filled the air, a reminder that life outside of her cocoon with Noah still moved at its relentless pace. She adjusted the strap of her backpack and sighed, momentarily lost in thought. Her relationship with Noah had reached a depth she hadn’t expected, and though she felt more at peace than ever, the demands of her everyday life were creeping back into view.Her psychology class was about to start, and as she pushed open the door to the large lecture hall, she was greeted by a familiar sight of rows of students, heads bent over their laptops, some engaged in quiet conversations, others completely absorbed in their own worlds. Belle found her usual seat
The air between them had felt almost perfect, as if the world outside their intimate moments didn't exist. But that morning, as Belle sat alone in the quiet of their shared apartment, her mind started to wander back to something that had been lingering on the edges of her consciousness. There had always been a distance to Noah, a part of him he kept hidden.She didn’t like secrets, but she also didn’t want to pry. After all, wasn’t everyone entitled to some part of themselves, a small piece they kept to themselves? But lately, Belle couldn’t shake the feeling that whatever Noah was hiding was big. Bigger than she had originally thought.The unease grew in her chest as she recalled fleeting moments, Noah’s hesitation when she’d asked about his past, the way his phone would sometimes buzz with a message that left his face tight with tension.Today, that tension was palpable even when he wasn’t in the room. She could feel i
Belle had always known that Noah wasn’t a simple man. From the moment their paths crossed again after years apart, there had been an undercurrent of secrecy that ran beneath his charm—a past he rarely spoke of. In their most intimate moments, he’d open up just enough to let her feel like she knew him, but she always sensed that there were parts of him he kept locked away.Now, as she walked across campus, that feeling of unease settled over her like a heavy fog. The crisp autumn air did little to shake the chill creeping into her bones. It was a stark contrast to the warmth and intimacy they had shared just hours before, when they lay tangled together in her bed, blissfully lost in each other’s embrace. That morning had been a reminder of how far they’d come, a moment of bliss she had never expected to experience with him. Yet, as she navigated through the throngs of students, laughter and chatter echoing all around, her mind was consumed with qu
The air felt electric in the wake of their conversation, a mixture of tension and determination threading between Belle and Noah as they settled into a new reality. With their families’ tangled histories looming over them, every moment spent together felt charged with possibility—and danger.Belle took a deep breath, looking around her apartment as if seeing it for the first time. This space, once a sanctuary, was now a potential battleground, a place where secrets could unravel and truths could surface. Her heart raced at the thought of what was to come.“Okay,” she said, breaking the silence that had settled between them. “What’s our first step?”Noah looked thoughtful for a moment, his brows furrowing as he considered their options. “We need to gather information—understand what exactly we’re dealing with. I have some contacts who might be able to help us look into your family’s past, the busin
The following morning brought a strange stillness. The sunlight trickled through the blinds in Belle’s room, casting long golden streaks across the bed where she lay, staring at the ceiling. Her conversation with Noah the night before replayed in her mind on an endless loop.She had sensed something was coming—something more than the little secrets everyone keeps. But she hadn't expected the weight of Noah’s revelations, nor the danger he hinted at. He wasn’t just a man running from a troubled past; he was someone entangled in a web of criminal dealings, deceit, and betrayal—things far darker and more dangerous than she had imagined.And now, it wasn’t just about protecting him. If Noah had enemies, she was at risk, too. The thought sent a chill through her, but at the same time, she couldn’t imagine walking away. No matter how dark Noah’s past was, no matter how deep his secrets ran, she was in this for the long haul.