Crossing lines (Noah and Aiden) novel Chapter 143

Chapter 143

And then—there was me.

All of him. Every ounce of his focus, locked solely onto me.

“I’m sorry,” I murmured, my voice trembling and breaking. “I can’t.”

Before I could even finish that sentence, his lips crashed onto mine—urgent, fierce, everything I had been yearning for. In that instant, my chaotic world snapped back into sharp, vivid focus.

When he finally pulled away, his eyes burned with an intense fire as he pressed me down, guiding me to take Anthony’s place. To complete what had been left unfinished.

Without hesitation, I obeyed, taking him into my mouth—his taste lingering on my tongue, his hand gripping my hair as if he would never let go.

From across the stage, Luna mirrored my every move, her lips wrapped around her own Master. The crowd erupted in cheers, but their noise faded into nothingness for me.

There was only him.

The moment my lips closed around him, my body surged back to life. My cock sprang hard, throbbing with a desperate ache—the kind of need that truly mattered.

Thoughts of Anthony vanished completely. I didn’t care about the audience, nor Luna’s moans echoing nearby, or even the mask concealing my face. It was just the two of us—me and my Master.

I poured everything I had into him. Not to compete—though, damn, the thought crossed my mind—but to give him every fragment of myself. Every feeling. Every regret. Every apology I couldn’t voice aloud. My throat opened wide for him, my tongue moved with purpose, my chest heaved as I gagged and pushed through it, desperate for him to feel how utterly I belonged to him.

His hand tightened in my hair, his hips thrust forward harder and faster. His cock pulsed against my tongue, salty pre-cum sliding down my throat as his moans deepened, raw and hungry. He was so close. So incredibly close.

And then—he pulled away.

The sudden emptiness hit me like a blow. My entire body screamed in protest at the loss.

Before I could gather myself, he shoved me forward, chest pressed down, ass raised high. Chains clinked sharply as he forced me onto all fours, and without warning, I felt the hot wetness of his spit on my entrance.

And that was it for him too.

He slammed deep inside me, grinding against my prostate as he groaned my name into the shell of my ear. His release flooded me, thick and scorching. His hips stuttered, his cock twitching inside me as he emptied every last drop.

We collapsed together, panting and trembling, my body still milking him even as the world around us blurred and vanished.

Across the stage, Roman growled his climax, pulling Luna into his lap, both of them gasping and glowing under the spotlight.

But me? I knew only one undeniable truth.

I was his.

Even if it destroyed me.