Chapter 14 #2
“Something I should have done the second I was back.”
I capture her lips in an urgent kiss as my hand wraps around her waist, drawing her against me. My other hand threads through her hair, cradling the back of her head. Her taste—her sweet, heavenly taste—sweeps over me, reviving every part of my damaged soul.
Fuck, it’s been too goddamn long since I’ve tasted her like this. And all I can think is that I need more.
I need all of her.
Her hands push at my chest with no real force as she tries to fight this inevitable need between us.
She pulls back, and I let her, pressing our foreheads together.
“But I…” She looks up at me from beneath her dark lashes, her eyes displaying so many emotions.
“I’m supposed to hate you,” she breathes against my lips, her chest heaving.
Her fingers curl into my shirt, and her eyes well up with tears she won’t allow to fall.
“Everything would be so much easier if I could just hate you.”
“You can hate me all you want, love. As long as you feel something for me, I’m okay with that.”
I’ll still love you.
I’ll always love you.
She hesitates, her breaths quickening with each passing second. She swallows hard, shaking her head. “I’m engaged.”
“Do you love him?”
Her breath catches, her wide eyes locking onto mine.
I brush my lips over hers. “Tell me you love him, and I’ll stop. I’ll never touch you again. I’ll leave and try with everything inside me to pretend that there was never anything between us. It will break my fucking heart to pieces, but I’ll do it. I’ll do anything for you.”
She doesn’t say a word, not a single one.
And she doesn’t have to.
Because I know.
I’ve always known.
With an unrestrained need, she presses her lips to mine, demanding entry with her tongue. Her hands slide up my chest, wrapping around my neck and hauling me into her.
We’re two bodies merging as one. Two bodies meant for each other, fitting together perfectly like puzzle pieces.
There’s a fervent yearning between us that will never be extinguished.
One that has only strengthened over the years rather than diminishing.
I pull away, but only to let my lips glide down her silky skin.
I’m ready to worship every inch of her.
“Eli…” she pants, baring her neck for me.
And that’s all I need to hear before gripping her hips and lifting her into my arms. Her thighs squeeze around my waist as I step up the stairs, our lips fused.
She loops her fingers through my hair, tugging the strands at the base of my neck.
The slight pain sends an agonizing need to my groin as my cock hardens uncomfortably against my zipper.
My boot connects with her door as I kick it open, stepping inside her room.
Crossing the space, I lay her on the bed, only separating to stand and toe off my shoes while reaching a hand behind my back to yank at the collar of my shirt and pull it over my head, tossing it to the floor.
Her eyes drink in my body, her hands reaching out to touch. To explore.
I don’t make her wait as I hold myself over her, my lips returning to hers.
She grips the hem of her dress, scrunching the fabric between her fingers. I break the kiss to pull back and watch as she slides it up her smooth skin, not stopping until it’s completely removed from her and tossed to the floor beside us.
My gaze traces over her body, only covered by small pieces of black lace.
A primal need takes over me.
A need to make her mine again.
A need to make her come over and over again until she’s completely spent beneath me.
“Tell me you want this,” I breathe against her chest, letting my tongue snake between the valley of her breasts. “Tell me you need this as much as I do.”
“I need…” She gasps as my hand slides between her legs, two fingers gliding up and down her slit. “I need this.” She grips my bicep as my fingers slip between the fabric, her wetness coating the pads of my fingers. “I need you.”
I stop, my eyes locking with hers, fixating on the desire glossed over them.
She needs me.
Our eyes never break contact as my fingers slip inside her, thrusting slowly in and out before working up to a rhythmic speed. One I know will have her coming apart in no time.
She whimpers, holding on to my shoulders as I use my other hand to pull down on the cup of her bra, exposing her full breast. My lips latch onto her nipple, sucking and tasting her while using my tongue to flick the tip the way she likes.
“Oh, that feels so good,” she moans, pressing the side of her face into the pillow.
“You ready to show me how well you take my cock, Princess?” I ask, gazing up at her while I swirl my tongue over her.
I press my palm against her clit, rubbing gently over her sensitive flesh as I continue to plunge in and out of her, getting her as close to an orgasm as I can before giving her my cock to come around.
“Y-yes.” She nods, biting down on her bottom lip as she watches me.
Fuck, she’s so beautiful like this.
“Please.” She clasps her hands over my cheeks, pulling my face toward her. She kisses me with so much urgency before she bites down on my bottom lip, tugging at it. “Fuck me, Eli.”
Blood surges to my pulsing cock, an inferno of desire clouding me.
She reaches inside her nightstand, pulling out a foil wrapper. I arch a brow in surprise. Not because I won’t respect her wishes but because we’ve never used a condom before.
She never wanted anything between us.
Grabbing the condom from her, I stand and quickly remove my pants and boxer briefs. Her eyes trail over my hard length as I fist it, pumping just once.
God, I feel like I’ve waited forever for this.
Forever for her.
And now that it’s finally happening, it doesn’t feel real.
My eyes graze over every inch of her, imprinting this moment to my memories, hopefully overtaking the dark ones that lie in wait.
Her hand reaches out for me, and that’s when I stop, my chest tightening at the sight before me.
“Take it off,” I rush out.
She arches a brow. “Take what—”
“Take. Off. The. Ring.”
She doesn’t hesitate to pull it off her finger and place it inside her nightstand drawer.
With the ring out of sight, the tightness in my chest slightly evaporates.
“Good girl,” I praise. “Now flip over for me.”
She does as she’s told, giving me her backside in the air as she plants her forearms on the mattress before her.
I slide my hands up the back of her thighs, curving around her pert ass and squeezing a handful.
She moans, arching her back as she pushes against my touch.
I slant forward to unclasp her bra, the straps gracefully falling down her arms, exposing her ample breasts.
My hand slides around her front, finding a pebbled nipple to play with.
She whimpers and squirms, her body reacting to my touch exactly how it always has.
I stare down at her in awe. She’s too bloody perfect to put into words.
Sitting back on my haunches, I glide a hand over her panty-covered ass.
“These need to go.” The tear of the lace fabric sounds between us as I rip her panties down the middle, letting the scraps fall to her knees.
An aching need fills me as I take in the sight of her soaking wet pussy, glistening with her arousal.
“So goddamn pretty.” Taking my cock in one hand, I cover it in the latex and then glide it through her slit, coating it.
My other hand grips her hips, holding her against me and not letting her move one damn inch away from me.
“Please, Eli,” she begs so beautifully.
As slowly and as gently as I can manage, I slide inside, one excruciating inch at a time. I feel her tense beneath me, her walls clamping down.
“You’re too big,” she groans into the pillow, her fingers clawing at the sheets.
I smirk. “I thought that was your favorite thing about me.”
She laughs, the sound shooting straight through my chest until she winces uncomfortably.
I slide a hand around her, bringing my palm right over her clit, and begin to rub in a circular motion, giving her just enough pressure to let her body relax beneath me. “Relax, love. I only want to make you feel good.”
She moans as my hand moves faster, her body eagerly accepting each inch of my cock.
I groan, stilling once my whole length resides inside her and pausing not only for her benefit but for mine.
She feels too much like a place I haven’t been in a very long time.
And I want to savor every second of this.
Every second of her. “You feel like…” Home.
“You feel so fucking good.” I begin to move, finding a rhythm that appeases her body.
One that gets her meeting me thrust for thrust. Demanding more from me.
I gaze down where we meet, loving how perfectly we fit together. “You take my cock so well, Princess.” I skim my hand over the back of her thigh and then smack her ass. She whimpers, pushing harder against me. “You’re so needy for my cock, aren’t you, love?”
She nods, her whole body flushing a beautiful shade of pink. “Please, I need… I need…”
“I know what you need.” I grip her hips and fuck her the way she wants and needs in order to see stars.
Rougher, harder, and faster.
“Oh my God,” she screams, her body showing all the signs of an impending orgasm on the horizon.
I slam into her ruthlessly, making up for every lost night together. Nights we should have spent exactly like this wrapped up in heated passion, but instead, spent apart.
“I’m so… I’m right…” Her words drift off her tongue.
Snaking my arm around her stomach, I haul her up, my chest and her back flush together. She looks over her shoulder, her hooded eyes meeting mine. “Kiss me.”
Our lips merge in a fiery desire like two magnets, unable to pull away.
One of my hands cups her breast, my fingers twisting and teasing her hardened nipple. My other hand reaches between her legs, rubbing two fingers over her swollen clit.
Her flushed body shakes in my hands, and I know it’s only a matter of seconds until she unravels.
I break the kiss, watching her features contort in pleasure. “Come for me, Princess,” I whisper against her parted lips.
She screams out as she falls apart in my arms, a beautiful sight my eyes will never forget.
My own release soon follows, and I groan as I empty out every last drop, remembering the only other times I’ve ever felt this euphoric were with her.
Only her.
The calmness to my madness.
Collapsing against the mattress, I pull her against my chest, my lips brushing over her hair. Her fingers intertwine with mine, and she sighs as she snuggles her face into the pillow. Her breathing evens out, and eventually, she falls asleep in my arms.
And for the first time in a long time, everything feels right in the world.
Because for the first time in a long time…she’s mine.