Obsession: His Runaway Bride

Chapter 1: Equal Fervor

Noelle's eyes fluttered open when the warm glow of the morning light spilled through the partially drawn curtains. The room felt warm, safe and comforting which she hadn't felt in weeks. As her senses slowly returned, she became aware of the quiet, steady rhythm of breathing beside her. And when she turned her head, her gaze landed on Adrian.

He slept on his side, facing her with his amber eyes hidden under his long lashes. In sleep, his face appeared softer, more masculine, without the sharp, confident charm that tended to enthrall the cameras. Her lips curled into a slight smile as warmth filled his chest. It had been too long since she'd caught him this way-calm, peaceful, and home.

Carefully, Noelle moved under the blankets, not wanting to wake him. The smooth cover fell from her shoulders, and she sat up, pushing her dark hair behind her ears. The slight pain in her limbs reminded her of how intimate Adrian had been when he came home last night. Embarrassment flushed up her cheeks as she looked down at Adrian, remembering the way he'd clung to her so tightly, so desperately, as if afraid she'd disappear if he released her.

He had come back from abroad after a month of working on his much-awaited project. And when he'd opened the door last night finally, fatigue carved out his chiseled features but it had soon given way to something more basic. Adrian missed her too intensely and his need for her was overwhelming. So on that very night, he didn't allow her to sleep.

Noelle chuckled softly at the memory. She gently bit on her lip and rose from the bed. The cold air that kissed her bare skin sent a shiver down her spine. She quickly bent to pick up her discarded black silk lingerie from the floor and slipped it on. The smooth fabric hugged her form as she adjusted the straps over her shoulders. Her reflection in the mirror caught her attention, and she smoothed her hair, attempting to tame the wild strands that stood as evidence of their night together.

She looked back at Adrian, who was blissfully still asleep with his arm flung across the bed she had vacated moments before. Her heart swelled at the sight of him and she couldn't help but smile. He looked so serene, so far removed from the man who was always in the public eye.

Noelle decided to prepare breakfast for him. It was the least she could do after the exhausting schedule he'd endured-and, of course, the way he'd made sure she felt just how much he'd missed her.

She moved quietly out of the bedroom. She proceeded to the kitchen, keeping her hair tied in a loose bun as she walked past the living room. All was quiet and still.

She then went to the fridge and looked in at its contents as she had a sudden idea. She would cook his favorite pancakes with fresh strawberries and crispy bacon on the side. As she pulled out the ingredients, her smile grew. Adrian needed a warm, home-made meal after the stressful month he'd been having. And really, she wanted to see that smile of his when he bit into it for the first time. It had been too long since she'd seen him happy and relaxed.

As she started whisking the batter, she couldn't help but let her mind wander. She remembered all those late-night texts that were never quite enough, all those video calls that finished too soon, all that longing she'd felt every time she saw his face plastered on billboards or magazine covers. And now that he was finally home, lying peacefully in their bed, it all seemed almost unreal.

Her cheeks flushed as she recalled the way he'd greeted her last night, the intensity in his gaze as he crossed the threshold and swept her into his arms. There had been no need for words, his actions had said everything.

Noelle chuckled to herself while pouring the batter into the pan.

When the pancakes started to sizzle and their golden tops slowly bubbling towards perfection, Noelle's eyes were glued on to regulating the heat so that they do not burn. She did not catch the light footsteps drawing near, or the soft breathing of the man standing behind her. It was only when two firm, warm hands encircled her waist that she startled with a jump causing her heart to miss a beat.

The grip was tight but soft, and so familiar. A smile pulled at her mouth even before she could turn her head.

"Whose woman is this?" Adrian's deep voice rumbled in her ear, in playful teasing and unmistakable possessiveness. The heat of his breath tickled her skin as he leaned in, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to the curve of her neck. A pleasant shiver coursed through her and her body reacted to his touch almost immediately.

Noelle smiled gently. "Yours, Mr. Blackwood," she said, leaning back into his arms with her full hand reaching up to lie across his.

The simplicity of those words set something in Adrian on fire and the restraint he had so diligently held in check since waking up, dissolved. His amber eyes darkened with desire as he turned off the stove with one hand. Before Noelle could even think about his next action, he quickly spun her around to face him.

Without hesitation, Adrian swept her up in one effortless movement, her legs encircling his waist as if nothing could be more natural. Noelle breathed in sharply, her arms going around his neck for balance, but the shock gave way to laughter in quick succession.

"You startled me," she managed to say, her words breaking off into a soft moan as Adrian's lips found hers.

With one arm holding her up and the other wrenching the spatula out of her hand, Adrian tossed it on the counter with a careless flourish. His lips took hers in a kiss that was far from tender. It was ravenous, wild, and seething with the raw intensity of a man starved of her for too long.

Noelle dissolved into him. Her hands threaded through his hair as she kissed him in return with the same passion. The aroma of pancakes and strawberries wafted around them, but it was the intoxicating scent of Adrian that overwhelmed her senses.

"Adrian," she whispered against his mouth when they finally parted for air. Her cheeks were flushed, and her dark eyes shone as she looked up at him. "The pancakes."

"They can wait," he whispered, his forehead against hers as a lopsided smile pulled at his lips. "I've missed you too much to worry about breakfast at the moment."

Noelle rolled her eyes but couldn't conceal the smile that crossed her face. "You're insatiable," she teased.

Adrian grinned, his palms gliding up to her waist as he drew her near. "Only with you," he breathed.

Noelle's breath stuck in her throat as Adrian's fingers pushed aside the flimsy fabric of her thong as the chill of the kitchen brushed over her exposed warmth. Her hips arched automatically towards him as his thick, hard length thrust into her with a slow, measured ease. The feeling was electric and a sharp gasp left her lips as she felt him fill her to the hilt, stretching her in the most decadent fashion. Her fingers grabbed a fistful of his hair, nails scraping against his scalp as she held on tight with her legs wrapping around his waist to pull him deeper.

Adrian growled, low in his throat. His hands stayed clamped on her hips with a possessive intensity as he started to thrust. Each one was slow and deep and the friction made waves of pleasure move through Noelle's body. Her head fell back and a soft moan escaped her lips as she felt him strike that spot inside of her that made her toes curl. The smell of pancakes and strawberries was in the air, but it was overwhelmed by the heavy scent of their sweat and desire. The room was filled with the ragged breathing of the two of them and the slick, wet sounds of their bodies coming together.

"Adrian," Noelle whimpered, her voice trembling with need as she rocked her hips against his, meeting each thrust with equal fervor. Her breasts pressed against his chest while the thin fabric of her lingerie did little to hide the hard peaks of her nipples as they rubbed against him. She could feel the heat building inside her, a coil tightening in her lower belly with every movement of his hips. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, leaving faint red marks as she held on with her body trembling to the intensity of the pleasure coursing through her.

Adrian's lips found hers once more, his kiss ravenous and insistent as he consumed her moans. His hands shifted from her hips to her ass, squeezing the tender flesh as he raised her a little, altering the angle of his thrusts. Noelle screamed out, her body curving as he struck that place once more, the pleasure so exquisite it was almost too much to bear. Her nails tore down his back, leaving delicate red streaks in their path as she held on tight, her body shuddering on the brink of release.

"Fuck, Noelle," Adrian snarled against her lips, his voice hoarse with need as he sensed the walls of her vagina contract around him. His strokes grew stronger, more insistent as the sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoed through the room. He sensed the contraction of her vagina around him, her breathing short, desperate gasps as she approached her orgasm. His own was building and the tension in his groin near to agony as he pounded into her unrelentingly.

Noelle's body stiffened, her spine curving as the coil within her snapped. Her orgasm overwhelmed her in waves of unadulterated bliss.

"Adrian!" She called out his name, her voice cracking as she came and her walls thudding around him in rhythmic contractions. Adrian moaned with his own release close on its heels as he buried himself deep within her, his hips jerking as he spilled himself into her with a low, satisfied groan.

They remained for a while like that. Their bodies stuck together, their breathing entwining as they descended from the rush of their mutual pleasure. Noelle's legs shook as she slowly untangled them from his waist, her body still sensitized from the aftershocks of her climax. Adrian's forehead was pressed against hers, his breathing still unsteady as he softly kissed her mouth, his hands drifting to hold her face.

"Breakfast can definitely wait," Noelle whispered with a gentle, pleased smile creeping onto her face as she gazed up at him. Adrian laughed. His hands at her waist tugged her towards him, his lips touching hers in a gentle kiss.