Noir

I couldn't defend my behavior and instead, I just stared at Noir, silent. I had no idea even what to say. I had made a complete fool out of myself, but on the other hand, how was I to know the threat hadn't been anything more dangerous than a mere puppy?

After a few seconds of my continuing silence, Noir gave an irritated snort, then hissed, "Just keep yourself under control before you burn us all out." Afterward, stepping around me, he continued down the hallway until he reached the door at the other end. Wrenching it open, he stomped his way through and slammed it shut behind him.

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Several hours later, having remained upset about what I'd done to the puppy, I was trying to convince myself to eat the beautifully prepared omelet sitting before me. But instead of placing the portion of egg, meat, and cheese I'd speared with my fork into my mouth, I pushed it around my plate, staring at it with little appetite. Should I bring up what Noir had seen in the hall? My lack of control? I wondered. He hadn't said a word about it, and that fact bothered me. Noir knew my control, how little phased me, and the lack of controlling myself earlier was not something he would have missed. With a shrug, I carried the forkful of egg to my mouth, and after pulling the piece off with my teeth, I mechanically chewed and swallowed, thinking it might as well be rubber for all the appreciation I could give it.

I repeated the process several more times-slicing pieces off the omelet, chewing, and then swallowing unenthusiastically. After a few minutes of this, Noir, watching the entire process, snapped, "Why don't you stop torturing yourself? You don't want the damn thing and you know it!"

With a nod, I shoved the plate of the half-eaten egg away and then washed the last bite of egg and cheese down with a sip of coffee. Afterward, setting the cup back on the table, I leaned back in my chair and, after fidgeting a few seconds, I gave in and muttered, "Well? Aren't we going to discuss it?"

"Discuss what? The reasoning behind why you almost burnt the fucking house down? Is that what you're asking about?" he yelled. The heat of Noir's angry bark damn near ripped the varnish from the table and, with my head jerking up at his words, I stared at him, open-mouthed. Well, I had asked!Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

Closing his eyes, Noir blew out a breath, then wrenching to his feet he stood immobile, his features darkening as he gazed at me. As I watched, an emotion I couldn't identify bled into his eyes, and then he turned his back to me, hissing something so low I was unable to make out his words.

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Immediately, I felt a defensive rush of rage, suspecting it had been something unflattering. "What did you say?" I hissed.

Whirling around, and pinning me with his eyes, Noir snapped, "Nothing. I didn't say a goddamned thing!"

Head jerking at his blatant lie, I spat, "Bullshit! You said something! I just didn't catch it."

Brows drawing tight over his eyes, Noir shook his head angrily, then turned and with irritation apparent in his stride, he stalked from the room. I'd learned long ago that when Noir wanted to avoid a situation, he'd walk away. Well, not this time, as time had also taught me the only way to get him to talk was to stay after him until he was so thoroughly frustrated, he'd reply out of anger. Shoving my chair back, I broke into a run, chasing after him. Once in the hall, I caught a glimpse of his back as he entered through a door further down the hallway, and picking up speed, I ran through the doorway before he could close the door.

Unaware he had come to a stop, I plowed into his back. Bouncing off his solid frame, I fell backwards, landing on my ass with a bone-jarring thump and a pained squawk. An unintelligible sound issued from Noir before, bending down beside me, he growled, "You shouldn't have followed me in here." Then, his whole frame shuddering, he gripped my shoulders and gently pushed me backward until my back rested against the floor, at the same time groaning, "I give up, damn you! I fucking give up. I've tried to stay away from you, but I can't do it. Not anymore. I can't pretend any longer you don't set me the fuck on fire!" Then, leaning into me, is mouth claimed mine.

Gently he drew upon my lips, biting the lushness as his hands busily moved across the silky flesh of my stomach, caressing the skin just beneath the full roundness of my breasts, teasing. Need thrummed through me, and I squirmed, wanting his hands on my aching breasts, but he never quite touched their fullness. My breath hitched, my desire growing with each stroke he administered until I was practically panting. When I thought I would go mad with my need, he finally cupped my breasts within his hands, squeezing as he weighed their fullness within his palms. Madness consumed me when, with a slight movement of his thumbs, he began stroking at the budding hardness of my nipples. A groan slipped past my lips at his touch, and I pushed into his fingers, thrilling at the sensation. Then, rolling until I had him beneath me, I straddled his hips as I rocked against the hardness of his erection.

Lifting my shirt, he bathed my breast with his eyes before, pulling me down toward him, he drew a peaked nipple into his mouth, flicking at it with his tongue. A broken cry of pleasure escaped from between my lips, and with a deep gravelly growl, Noir began working at the button and zipper of my jeans, even as he continued to pleasure my breast with his mouth. Afterward, he lifted me and rolled to where my back was again against the floor as he pushed my jeans and panties past my hips and downward until he had me divested of them. Then, quickly unfastening and pushing down his own jeans, and voice rough and husky, he groaned, "Damn, I want you..."

Opening further to him, I allowed my legs to fall apart. My action silently speaking my own desire, as I tentatively reached out and touched the hardened length of his penis. Its solidity surprised me as my fingers encircled him, innocently rubbing at the length as I marveled at the silk over marble feel. His breath deepened, became harsh and fast, and I felt my eyes widen as the tip of his penis began seeping pre-cum. Curious of the moisture, I drew some upon my finger, where lifting it to my lips, I tasted its flavor. The groan Noir uttered at the action sounded as if it rolled up from his toes as, pulling me beneath him, he hovered over me before plunging deeply inside.