World Apocalypse: Apocalust

Chapter 54: Chapter LIV - Give Me A Second To Breathe

Noah’s hips moved with purpose, each thrust deliberate and deep, angling to find the spot that made her breath catch. It built slowly, unhurried, as if they had all the time in the world—though the trembling in his arms betrayed his restraint.

Sage’s head fell back against the pillow, her throat exposed and vulnerable, her pulse visible and rapid beneath flushed skin.

"There," she gasped, her nails raking down his spine, her legs tightening their lock around his waist. "Right there—"

He kept the angle, kept the pace, watching her face transform—guarded sarcasm dissolving into something raw and unguarded. Her body arched beneath him, meeting each thrust with increasing urgency, the mattress springs singing their accompaniment.

"I’ve got you," he grumbled against her jaw.

The orgasm crashed through her with a cry that shook the bed, her body clamping down around him in rhythmic waves that dragged a groan from his own chest. He rode it out with her, buried deep, feeling every shudder, every spasm, until she went limp beneath him, gasping and boneless.

Stillness settled for a moment, broken only by their ragged breathing. Then Sage’s eyes fluttered open, dark and glazed, her lips curving into a smile with satisfaction and challenge.

"Okay," she breathed, her palm pushing against his chest. "Now roll over."

Noah arched a brow but complied, shifting them with a fluid motion until he was on his back, with her straddling his hips. Her hair fell around them in a wild curtain, framing them both.

"Finally taking charge?"

"Be quiet," she murmured, already straddling him with a predatory grace that made his pulse hammer. "Now it’s my turn to learn every inch."

With deliberate slowness, she began to rock her hips, grinding against him in a circular motion that had his hands flying to her waist. His fingers dug into her flesh as she rose, then sank back down, taking him inch by delicious inch. From this angle, she controlled everything—the pace, the depth, the angle. She leaned forward, changing the angle just enough to make them both gasp.

Her palms flattened against his chest as she found her rhythm, her breasts swaying with each movement. The sight of her above him, head thrown back in pleasure as she rode him, was almost enough to undo him right then. But he held on, gritting his teeth as she picked up the pace, bouncing on him with wild abandon. Her hair whipped around them as she moved, a crimson curtain framing her ecstatic expression.

He could slowly feel the Pleasure Conversion ability working overtime, her every gasp and shudder translating into a fresh surge of energy that flooded his limbs and coiled in his groin.

"God, Sage," he groaned, his hands sliding from her waist to grip her ass, pulling her down harder with each of her thrusts. "You look... perfect."

A wicked, triumphant smile graced her lips. Her movements became more frantic, more desperate as she chased her release. The sounds of their bodies meeting grew wetter, more urgent as she rode him without any restraint. His hands tightened on her hips, guiding her movements, helping her find the perfect angle that made her cry out his name.

"Fuck, Noah. I think I’m gonna—"

One hand left her hip to tangle in her hair, pulling her down to capture her mouth in a messy, desperate kiss that swallowed her cry as the orgasm ripped through her. Her body seized above him, back arching like a bowstring, internal muscles fluttering and clamping around him in rhythmic waves that dragged a ragged groan from his own throat.

The aftershocks rippled through her, each flutter drawing a shaky exhale against his jaw. Sage collapsed forward, her forehead dropping to his shoulder, her red hair spilling across his chest in a tangled curtain. For a moment, she breathed—hot and unsteady against his neck—while his hands mapped lazy patterns up her spine, connecting the dots of freckles he had just noticed on her back.

"You’re not..." She lifted her head, her eyes still glassy, her lips swollen and parted. "You’re still—"

"Mm." He brushed her hair back, his amber eyes catching the last of the sunset light filtering through the balcony doors and the skylight. "He’s still positive. Very positive, actually."

A shaky laugh escaped her, breathless and disbelieving. "I think the numbness got worse, Noah."

"Good." He rolled them suddenly, pinning her beneath him on the mattress with a fluid motion that made her gasp. "That means we’re doing something right."

Sage’s hands flew to his shoulders, her nails finding purchase as he settled deeper between her thighs. "Noah, I swear to God—"

"This was your idea," he murmured, his voice dropping into a low, confident tone that sent a shiver through her. A faint, knowing smile tugged at his lips. "So don’t pretend you’re not getting exactly what you wanted."

Her retort dissolved into a moan as he shifted his angle, finding a spot that made her hips jerk involuntarily.

"Alright," she whispered, the word barely escaping her lips. "Hurry, before I change my mind."

He grinned, wicked and earnest all at once, and showed her exactly how much stamina the System had granted him.

The shift happened smoothly—he withdrew just enough to catch her ankle, guiding her leg upward until her heel rested against his shoulder. Sage’s breath caught as the angle changed, her hands flying to grip the headboard instead, fingers wrapping around the worn wood.

"Mmm," she breathed as he sank back into her, the new position opening her completely, letting him slide deeper than before. "W-wait—"

"Yeah?" He watched her face, fascinated by the way her lips parted, the way her eyes went hazy and unfocused. "That working for you?"

Her answer was to wrap her other leg around his hip, then let him lift that one too, both heels now bracketing his shoulders. The position left her exposed, vulnerable, taking everything he gave with a willingness that made his restraint unravel at the edges.

"You’re shaking," she observed, her voice threaded with amusement despite her own trembling.

"Yeah, keep telling yourself that," he said, his mouth finding the hollow of her collarbone. Her fingers pressed against her mouth, stifling a soft moan that escaped despite her efforts.

"Hold on, give me a second."

He honored her request for precisely one second before beginning to move with devastating slowness. Each thrust was measured, deliberate, designed to draw out the pleasure until they were both gasping for air. The afternoon light illuminated her flushed skin, her freckles scattered like constellations he was determined to map with his eyes.

"You’re a fucking asshole." Sage’s voice was a breathy accusation, her head falling back against the pillows.

The words were meant to be sharp, but the pleasure coursing through her softened their edges, turning the insult into something that sounded suspiciously like praise.

"You don’t mean that."

"Shut up." Her heels dug into his shoulders, urging him deeper, contradicting every word. "Just don’t—"

"Don’t what?" He shifted his angle slightly, watching her face transform, watching the sarcasm dissolve into something raw and unguarded. "Don’t stop?"

Sage’s nails scored crescents into the headboard, her back arching off the mattress.

"Ughh."

He grinned, wicked and triumphant, and rewarded her incoherence with exactly what she needed. The rhythm built between them, unhurried and devastating, each thrust drawing a broken sound from her lips that echoed.

"I’m close," she managed, her voice barely above a whisper, her thighs trembling against his chest.

"Yeah." He caught her hand where it gripped the headboard, threading his fingers through hers. "Me too."

The rhythm faltered, became desperate, each thrust seeking the edge they were both racing toward. Sage’s back arched completely off the mattress, her heels digging into his shoulders, her free hand flying to her own mouth to stifle the cry that tore from her throat as the orgasm ripped through her.

He felt her clamping down around him, rhythmic and insistent, and let himself follow. His hips jerked forward, burying him to the hilt as his own release crashed through him—pulse after hot pulse flooding into her, endless and shattering, his enhanced physiology from Heavenly Physique turning the moment into something prolonged and devastating. Sage gasped at the sensation, her body still trembling around him, milking him until he was spent and gasping above her.

He lowered her legs gently, both of them shaking, his forehead dropping to rest against hers.

"Again?" he smiled, his length already hardening against her thigh.

She was barely surprised.

"Just give me a second to breathe."

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