Subject 3033...(BWAM, Sci-fi Romance, 18+)

Chapter Twenty Four

Slightly Sexual Content Up Ahead!!

"Put me down already!" I yell, slamming the sides of my fists into the Noe's back, and after walking us up to his room, my body falls onto the bed with a bounce.
I glare up at him, consumed and burning with fury, while he only arches a brow in amusement. Unzipping the stupid boots, I stand on the bed to get a closer view of him.

"Are you deranged? Is there a mental condition you possess, that I should be aware of, Noe?"
He keeps his mouth sealed shut, folding arms, and gazing up at me, and the unfazed reaction causes my anger to flare.
"If you cannot recall what you said to me earlier, then let me faithfully jog your memory. You said, that whatever we had between the two of us, was good, but we should put an end to it!"

Still, he keeps a firm grip on his tranquil nature, making me groan out in exasperation, while folding fists down my left and right sides.
"You think you had the right to treat Zoar the way you did?"
"Oh, that is his name? Unique, I must admit."
"What is wrong with you, Noe! You have Gillian, you were dancing with her tonight, you told me to drop whatever feelings I'd been having for you!"

"You were dancing with that boy, Tallulah, were you not?"
"Are you even listening to yourself, Noe? Legit, you sound braindead! You pushed me away, not the other way around. So, if I want to dance with, kiss, find pleasure in, and make love to another, I will do that with pleasure."

Now I see it clear as day, a reaction, the clenching of jaws, the furrowing of brows.

"What did you just say? Repeat it. What did you say, Harlow?"
"Do not, don't you dare call me by that name, Noe, ever."
"Answer my question, Tallulah. What did you say to me, nanoseconds ago?"
"I will dance with, kiss, find pleasure in, and make love to whomever I please. You had me right."
He falls silent once more, holding my gaze for long uncomfortable minutes, before breaking into a smile.

"You thought I was fooling around when I held that child by the neck, no?"
"And what does that really say about you, hmm? Noe, I will never force you into taking a liking in me, that is not my assignment. You want Gillian? Have her. After all, I am a beautiful woman living under one roof with you, no?"
His smile never wavers, never falters, and the sight of it sends unpleasant ice chills down my spine.

"Here's what will happen. I'll leave this house, grant you your space. Tonight, I won't even share a room with..."
Suddenly, all too quickly, his arms shoot out to hold my sides, pulling me to him, as his mouth claims mine. I struggle, battle against his strength to draw away, to pull back, but zilch!

My body ignites, my knees buckle, our lips moving graciously against each other, as his palms hold me in position by the waist. For a hot minute, a blissful second, I let myself ravish this moment, up until the rational part of my brain kicks in, and I shove him off forcefully.
"No, don't do this to me. You have no right, Noe. You will not toy with my emotions, play with me like a ball in a court."

His hold on me remains intact, coffee-brown irises piercing into ocean-blue. Then, he does the one thing I'd never except him to.
"Forgive me, Tallulah. Forgive me for what I said today, forgive me for hurting your feelings, forgive me for my self-centered nature," he softly coos, resting his forehead against my bossom.

He makes it difficult to resent him, almost impossible.

"You hurt me, Noe, you know?"
His only response is to pull me impossibly closer to him, and I can't help but smooth his silky hair.
"Forgive me. I'll do anything, Tallulah."
I keep my mouth shut for a second or two, deep in contemplation.
"I'll forgive you, if you do something for me in return?"

"What?" He questions, now looking up at me.
"Massage? Back massage sounds just about right. That, and set your boundaries with Gillian."
"I will, but you want me to massage you?"
I arch a brow in response to his words, falling mumm.
"Fine, get on the bed, and give me a minute."

I smile my response, freeing myself from his hold, and turning to unbutton the denim coat.
"You looked beautiful tonight, by the way."
"I agree with you," is my simple reply, as I move to lie flat on my stomach, draping the sheets over my rear.
"A simple thank you would have sufficed, but okay."

I turn to look up at his frowning face, chuckling at his response, while pushing strands of hair over my shoulder. In a matter of minutes, he's already grabbed the fragranced oils, and is perched on the sofa next to the bed.

Smoothly, gently, he spreads the liquid fat over the skin on my back, rubbing and massaging with the expertise of a masseuse, and I can't help but groan in satisfaction. He kneads from the back of my neck, all the way down to the small of my back, before repeating the same hand movements.

Once his palms glide down the sides of my chest, I snap my head in his direction, gazing quizzically at him.
"Noe, what are you hoping to achieve?"
"Consent to pleasure you."
The words flow so freely past his lips while he leans in to press a kiss on the small of my back, and even as he does, his eyes never detach from mine.

The intensity each holds, sets my body aflame. Yes, I am definitely falling for him.

He rises from the sofa, kicks off his boots, then flips me over with fluid movements, so that now, I am looking up at his hovering figure. I wrap arms around his neck, capturing his lips in mine, before he pulls away and glides lower, tossing the sheets aside. Gripping my thighs and parting, he plants sensual kisses onto my skin, till his tongue finally flicks my mound, and my back arches.

He teases and laps, swirls and licks, all the while toying with, and twirling the hard pebbles of my breasts between his gifted fingers. Sweet torture, a crazing assault, that is exactly what his actions entail, and gradually, I feel myself approaching my peeks.

My head falls back, eyes rolling to the back of my head as his pace heightens, and just like that, the euphonic bliss floods my system. All I can do, is call out his name repetitively.
He rests one final kiss against the flesh on my inner thigh, then proceeds to get off the bed entirely.
"Now, where were we? That's right, the massage. Turn over, Tallulah..."

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