Savage Vicious Heir: Part Two: A dark high school bully romance

21. Elliot

ELLIOT

Ilie there for the longest time just watching Abi sleep in my arms.

My body is still singing from our first time together, my dick in a constant semi-hard state from both remembering how hot it was and being desperate to have her again.

Being with Abi was unlike everything I’d experienced before.

It was so much more. It was everything.

But at the same time, it was nowhere near enough.

I’m not sure anything will be when it comes to the shy quiet girl who matches my darkness like for like.

She’s firmly under my skin. Tattooed on my heart. Buried into my fucking soul.

Her warm breath rushes over my skin, making it erupt in goosebumps as she sleeps soundly, her arm wrapped tightly around my waist and her thigh pinned between mine.

The thought of her holding onto me, the idea of her actually still wanting me to be here in the morning—and not just for bragging rights—makes my heart race in the most terrifying yet incredible way.

Unlike everyone else in my life—my friends aside—she’s the only one who truly wants me for me.

I’ve never felt that from my parents, my brother.Everyone has always wanted more from me.

Expected more.

Demanded more.

Unease ripples through me.

As amazing as this is… It’s not real.

It can’t be.

Pain lashes at my chest making it harder and harder to breathe.

Now I have her, I can’t imagine my life without Abigail in it.

She’s the light in all my darkness. The hope I’ve been living without all my life.

She’s…

“Fuck,” I breathe, holding her even tighter.

She moans, stirring against me, and guilt instantly poisons my veins.

The last thing I want to do is hurt her. But also… I want to hold her so tight that she can never escape.

I can’t help but wonder if I’m going to be battling this war for the next—my stomach bottoms out—however long we have.

I’ve no idea how long I lay there holding her tight, praying it can last forever, but eventually, my exhaustion drags me under and I drift off into a fitful sleep.

I’ve got my girl in my arms, everything should be right in my world.

But it’s not.

Not even close.

The threat of my father and Scott is always going to be looming over us.

They won’t approve of us. They won’t accept her.

And until I can figure out a way for that not to matter then what we have is going to have to remain in the shadows.

I hate it.

I want to walk into school with our fingers entwined.

I want to proudly push her up against the wall and kiss her in public so everyone knows that she belongs to me.

I want to shout how I feel about this quiet yet strong incredible woman from the rooftops without fearing repercussions.

I want to be her everything just like she is to me.

The second I open my eyes and confirm what I already know, my stomach bottoms out.

She’s gone.

I sit up so fast the room spins around me as my heart races with fear.

“Red?” I call, my panicked voice bouncing off the walls around me.

Silence.

Launching out of bed, I snag a clean pair of boxers from my open bag and pull them up my legs.I pause as my faint silvery scars catch my eye and cringe.

I love that I’ve been able to share them, my darkness, with her just as much as I hate it.

I want to be the strong and indestructible person everyone believes me to be.

I want her to know that I can protect her. I want her to know that she can rely on me.

But she knows my weakness.

She won’t use it against you, she understands, a little voice says.

I shake it away, refusing to sink into those kinds of thoughts as I snap the waistband of my boxers into place and head out.

The rest of the cabin is as silent as the bedroom as I pad through it but it does very little to help relax me.There’s no sign of her and I’m on the verge of freaking out completely when the soft curtains that cover the floor-to-ceiling windows billow out.

I all but run towards the open door and I swear my heart stops the second I round the corner and find her sitting on the swing seat, rocking back and forth as she stares out at the lake before us.

She’s wearing one of my Saints hoodies and has it pulled over her legs that are hitched up against her chest, her arms wrapped around them.

Her hair is wild, sticking up in all directions and her skin is pale. But her lips… They’re still red and swollen and my cock stirs instantly at the sight of them.

Memories from last night stir before exploding in my mind like a movie.

Fuck, it was incredible.

Shewas incredible.

Despite my heart pounding loud enough for her to hear, she doesn’t make a move to look at me. She’s too lost in whatever is going on in her head.

“Red?” I whisper, stepping closer.

She startles, her entire body locking up in fear. But the second her eyes land on me, she relaxes. And so do I because there is nothing in her eyes but happiness and contentment.

As I step up to her, her feet hit the deck and she pushes herself to full height just in time for me to wrap my arms around her waist and pin her against me.

“Hey,” she whispers shyly.

“I missed you,” I confess. “I thought—” I swallow, cutting myself off.

I don’t want to be vulnerable.

But it doesn’t matter what I want. It’s too late anyway, she can see it.

“I’m not going anywhere, Elliot,” she assures me before our lips meet.

Our kiss is soft and sweet, and I cringe knowing that she’s probably brushed her teeth already and I haven’t.

With anyone else, I wouldn’t care. But I don’t want her to have me at my worst…

But she doesn’t pull away. Instead, she licks along my bottom lip, asking for entry.

Unable to deny her, my hands drop lower, gripping her arse and pulling her even tighter against me, letting her feel exactly what her kiss, her body, her presence do to me. Then my tongue meets hers in an all-consuming, deep, passionate kiss that makes every single one of my nerve endings tingle with need.

Time and the world around us cease to exist as we lose ourselves in each other.

Lifting her from her feet, I spin around and blindly lower us to the swing seat, giving her no choice but to straddle my lap.

“Fuck, Red,” I groan into our kiss as she rocks over me.

Who knew shy little Abigail had it in her?

She moans and kisses me harder.

Her passion fuels mine and I slip my hands under my hoodie and find that she’s bare beneath.

“Baby,” I whimper, my hands roaming higher, exploring every inch of her body that I can reach.

As I cup her breasts in my hands, she moans louder, her movements above me becoming more and more erratic.

I rip my lips away from hers. I hate to do it, but I want to watch her use me.“You want to get off again, Red?” I ask, my voice hoarse with desire.

The second her eyes find mine, my breath catches.

The green flecks in her eyes have almost been entirely swallowed by darkness.

I swallow thickly as I take in the incredible woman who is grinding against my cock right now like it’s going to go out of fashion.

I pinch her nipples and she cries out in the serenity that surrounds us, making a bird close by take off in fright.

“You have no idea how hot you look right now,” I tell her, my eyes dropping to her body as if she’s not covered in fabric.

Fuck, I wish I could see all of her.

“Elliot,” she whimpers, sliding her fingers into my hair and gripping hard.

The pain shoots straight to my dick, making me harder than I thought possible with the heat of her pussy burning through my boxers.

“Tell me what you need,” I demand.

She hesitates, her cheeks reddening.“Y-you,” she stutters, making my heart slam against my ribs.

“Fuck,” I groan. “I’ll never get tired of hearing that. But I’m going to need more details. What about me exactly do you need?”

Her entire face glows and she considers my question before looking down at my lap.

“You won’t get anything unless you can say the words,” I tease, torturing both of us by prolonging this.

“I… I want…”

“Yeah,” I encourage.

“I want… you inside me.”

My head falls back against the swing seat and I stare up at her in awe as my cock tries to rip through my boxers to give her what she needs.

“Aren’t you sore?” I ask, remembering the way she winced last night.

I took it as slow as I could knowing that it was her first time, but fuck, it was hard.

Really fucking hard.

By the end of our night, soft and gentle had almost been forgotten.

I was too rough with her.

Shame burns through me.

“Nothing I can’t handle,” she whispers before dropping her face to my neck and pressing a kiss to my pulse point.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” I argue, my hands dropping to her hips and holding her still.

Her entire body freezes and she sucks in a sharp breath before pulling back to look at me.“Then don’t deny us what we both want. You don’t have to try to protect me all of the time, Elliot.”

Her eyes bounce between mine, waiting for me to respond while my head and my cock war for supremacy.

But then her teeth sink into her bottom lip and she looks at me with these sultry eyes and I crumble.

“Take my dick out, Red,” I demand firmly, giving her little choice but to follow orders.

While she fumbles with my waistband, I begin dragging my hoodie up her body and the second she’s finished, I pull it over her head and throw it to the deck.

“Oh God,” she whimpers as the cool spring morning air rushes over her beautiful skin.

Her arms wrap around herself in an attempt to hide.

“No,” I say, wrapping my fingers around her wrists and placing them over my shoulders instead. “No one can see you but me. And even if they could, they’d only be jealous that you’re about to sit on my dick and not theirs.”

Her full lips part and I make the most of the opportunity by crashing mine to them once more in a filthy kiss.

“Lift up,” I demand, barely pulling back from her.

When she does as she’s told, I line myself up.

We might have used a condom to start with last night. I was trying to do the right thing, but after she convinced me that she was on the pill and it was safe, I abandoned protection in favour of feeling her skin to skin.

“Take it as slow as you need, but I want you to sink down on my dick. I want to feel every— Guck,” I bark as she suddenly drops, taking me inside her.

She’s like heaven. Hot, warm, smooth, every-fucking-thing.

Her pussy grips my dick in a tight hold and it takes every ounce of self-control I have not to blow right there and then.

“Love you, Red,” I muse, sinking my fingers into the hair at the nape of her neck and dragging her closer. “I love you more than I ever thought possible.”

I don’t give her a chance to respond, instead, I let our bodies do the talking.

We’ve got a long—or possibly a very short—road ahead of us so we’ve got to make the most of every moment we have together.

Who knows when it’s going to be ripped away again.