Chapter 10 Eli
Chapter ten
Eli
She doesn’t get to fucking run from me.
Not this bloody time.
Hastily, I wrap a towel around my hips and march through my room, stepping into the hall. Droplets of water fall from my bare skin onto the floor as I stand in front of Madeleine’s closed bedroom door.
My knuckles rasp against the wood. “Madeleine. Open the door.”
Seconds tick by, and I’m about to either knock again or kick the damn thing down when, surprisingly, it opens.
She stands before me, appearing exactly the way I imagine her in every one of my fantasies.
Hair tousled, falling to her waist.
Wearing the sexiest little piece of material that she considers to be a nightgown.
Her breaths come out in short, quick pants, her chest heaving.
Bright blue eyes look up at me under those long, dark lashes, waiting for me. Needing me.
I note the pretty pink flush that spreads up her neck and over her cheeks.
Her body is wound up, edging with tension.
She needs a release.
“Did you like watching?” I ask her, stepping inside and closing the door behind me. “Did you like knowing it was you I was thinking of while I was fucking my hand?”
Her lips part as she gives a tiny nod, her eyes never leaving me. I step toward her, eliminating the space between us. Gripping her hips, I pull her flush against me. A small gasp escapes between her lips, but she doesn’t fight my hold; if anything, she gives in to it, melting into my touch.
I lean down, my lips sweeping over her ear. “Say it, Princess.” My thumbs stroke over the soft fabric as I lower my lips, scraping my teeth down her neck. Her chest heaves faster as her hands reach out, grasping my arms for support, probably thinking she’ll fall.
But I’ll never let that happen.
She bites her bottom lip, fighting to say the words I need to hear. She’s too stubborn to admit how much she wants this, but her body tells me everything I already know.
“Say it,” I repeat softly. “Tell me what I need to hear, and I’ll take care of that ache between your legs.”
She looks at me, swallowing hard. For a few seconds, she hesitates before finally saying, “I need you.”
That’s the only permission I need for what I’m about to do to her.
Clutching her waist, I lift her in the air, eliciting a squeal out of her as I spin her around and drop her feet to the floor, pressing her back against the door.
I drop to my knees, my fingers digging into her hips as my lips caress her bare thighs.
I’ve never felt such an animalistic need in my life.
It’s like I can’t get close enough to her.
I need to taste her. Touch her. Devour her.
She stands on her tiptoes, arching forward, trying desperately to direct my lips where she wants them most.
“Don’t worry, love. I won’t make you wait for this. Not when we’ve both waited long enough.” A whimper escapes her as my hand runs up the inside of her left thigh, sending goose bumps over her soft skin. “Place this over my shoulder.”
She swallows nervously but does as she’s told, giving me a front-row view of the wet spot soaking her panties. Leaning forward, I inhale her intoxicating scent. “Goddamn.” I drag my lips over the fabric, peppering her with kisses.
“Eli,” she breathes, tilting her head back and tangling her fingers in my hair.
With two fingers, I yank the fabric to the side, revealing her to me.
My cock hardens painfully at the sight of her pretty pink pussy, her clit swollen with need.
“Fuck, I’ve missed this view,” I say roughly against her core.
I drag my tongue down her slit, her taste hitting me like an aphrodisiac I can’t resist. Her whole body shudders in my grip, causing my restraint to snap.
With an unbridled need, I tear her underwear from her body, tossing the shredded fabric to the side before I push her thighs farther apart and shove my face between her legs, feasting on her pussy like a starving man.
“Oh my God,” she moans as my tongue flicks at her clit over and over again, providing her with the perfect amount of friction.
She trembles, thrashing against the door.
Her fingers tug on the ends of my hair as she greedily grinds her pussy over my lips.
I slide my hand between her legs, my index finger coming to a stop above her entrance.
I swirl the pad of my fingers over her tight opening, pressing further against her walls.
She whimpers in pleasure as I plunge all the way inside and begin to thrust in and out, quickly adding a second finger to the mix for more pressure. My tongue glides to her clit, where I press it flat, repeatedly rolling it against her nerves.
“Oh, fuck,” she breathes desperately.
I glance up, finding her hooded eyes unable to look away from what I’m doing to her.
Abruptly leaning back, I lick my lips, savoring her sweetness, and say, “Hold on tight.”
“What—”
Grabbing the back of her right thigh, I throw it over my shoulder and bury my head between her legs as I place both of my hands beneath each one of her round ass cheeks to keep her secure in the air. Her hands frantically grip the side of my head, her fingers pulling on the strands of my hair.
It doesn’t take much longer before her legs start to shake, vibrating against me as her body begs for the release I’m about to give it.
My lips wrap around her clit, and she screams out in ecstasy as the orgasm rolls through her, her thighs squeezing around my head as every muscle in her body coils up tightly before eventually falling slack against the door.
Glancing up, I admire her post-orgasm glow spreading over her porcelain skin. Especially because I’m the reason it’s there. My eyes catch on a little smile tugging at the corners of her lips, one I’m not even sure she realizes she’s showing.
It’s an image I try to engrave into my memory.
To hold on to for rainy days.
Carefully, I drop her feet to the floor, ensuring she’s sturdy before I stand before her. I gently grip her chin, angling her face toward me. Her eyelids flutter open, a flurry of emotions sweeping over her glossy irises as that slight smile completely vanishes.
Lust. Panic. Satisfaction. Regret. And something else I can’t entirely decipher.
Leaning forward, I press a kiss to her temple. “Sweet dreams, Princess.” She holds on to the wall for support as she looks down and steps out of the way, saying nothing as she opens the door, and I step through it.
However, just as I enter my room, ready to shut the door behind me, she calls for me.
“Eli.”
I glance over my shoulder, watching as she fidgets nervously, adjusting the straps on her nightie.
“I…” Her eyes meet mine, the watery reflection taking me aback and causing me to turn, facing her head on.
They’re not glossed over from the orgasm but from tears. Tears she’s desperately holding back.
My chest tightens at the sight, my throat burning.
This girl doesn’t cry in front of anyone. Not even me, except the one and only time years ago after her father’s death.
But there are monsters in her eyes that she’s scared of.
Ones that she shouldn’t fear because I’m here.
And I won’t let them harm her.
I want to run to her.
Hold her in my arms and tell her everything will be okay.
To tell her…
“I’m sorry,” she whispers right before turning around and stepping farther into her room, closing the door behind her.
I stand there, wondering what she could possibly be apologizing for. Doesn’t she know that she could stomp on my heart a thousand times, rip it clean down the middle, and shatter it into a million pieces, and I would never need an apology?
Not from her.