Chapter 21 Duncan
DUNCAN
Nothing has ever felt as right as this.
Waking with Elowyn, my arm draped over her waist as I spoon her to my chest. Her small frame is tucked into me, warm, while her breathing is slow and steady.
For a moment, I let myself stay there. Still. Quiet.
Until doubts slip in.
A low hum beneath the calm, insisting this can’t be real. That a life this peaceful, this intimate, doesn’t belong to me.
I’ve spent too long hurting, hating, and mourning to believe happiness is something I’m allowed to hold on to.
But then my hand skims along her bare stomach. My lips press to her shoulder.
The heat of her, the weight of her against me is undeniable.
She’s here. And it’s not because she has to be.
She chose me.
These thoughts repeat in my head, loud and steady, until they’re drilled into me.
Finally, a smile curves my lips up. For once, my heart lowers its guard, no longer bracing for the next blow.
Except peace isn’t all I feel.
With both of us naked, my erection pulses against her ass. My whole body hums, begging for a deeper connection.
Needing more of Elowyn, my palm slides higher. I mold the perfect weight of her breast in my palm, my fingers playing with her, rousing a pink nipple while Elowyn doesn’t stir.
My teeth grind, itching to bite, bruise, mark what’s mine.
Not yet.
A sick part of me likes her like this. Asleep, pliant, unable to stop me.
Blood rushes south, thickening my already straining dick. When she doesn’t wake up, even when I whisper her name, this need to be buried inside her becomes the fucking loudest.
A beating drum. A demand that I slip my hand lower, lower, lower between her thighs where she’s naked.
Goddammit, she’s soft. She’s wet too, maybe even dreaming about us. My hips buck on their own, my cock begging to stuff that hot, soaking hole.
Driven by my most base, primal instincts, I nudge her top leg farther apart, easing her open. I fist my length, lining myself up with her, before sliding the pulsing, leaking head of my cock inside her.
Fuck. Me.
Enveloped by her tight walls, I let out a low, guttural groan. Nothing louder, careful not to wake her. And Elowyn is being such a good girl. She stays still despite the invasion, with my hot breath grazing her shoulder.
My teeth latch onto my lip, blood seeping onto my tongue when my hand returns to splay over her stomach. I hold her steady as I rock my hips gently. Inch in, inch out.
The pleasure in her, the warmth, this tight pussy…what’s left of my control is hanging by a thread.
When she makes the sweetest little huff, it’s gone.
I press my hand more firmly over her stomach, make sure she’s not going anywhere, and sink to the hilt in one thrust.
“Fuck, baby.” With my hips slamming into her without a shred of mercy, there’s no need to be quiet anymore. “Good girl.”
“No,” she gasps, eyes flying open. She isn’t fully awake, though. I know because she isn’t looking at me, instead clawing at the sheets, trying to escape. “Let me go.”
“It’s me.” Without slowing down, I slip a hand beneath her neck, hold her by her throat so I can keep pounding her while I raise the palm that’s on her stomach.
I dip two fingers into her mouth, offering fullness. Comfort. It works. Something about them—the taste or shape—puts Elowyn at ease.
Her body relaxes, leaning into me as I go harder. Faster.
“That’s it.” She’s driving me insane with her softness. That pussy, the wet sounds it makes with every stroke. “You like that, don’t you? How I’m giving your cunt what she needs. Taking care of her after you’ve been soaking the sheets in your sleep.”
“Me?” she murmurs around my fingers, twisting her head.
This woman is beyond beautiful. Bright eyes. Red cheeks and redder neck. The goose bumps on her skin.
“Yes, you. Let me guess.” A bite to her neck. A kiss to soothe the pain. “You’ve been dreaming about my cock driving into you over”—thrust—“and over”—fuck, can’t get deep enough—“and over.”
When she says yes with her tongue swirling around and between my fingers, I let out a groan. I nearly burst from this tentative swipe. From her wanting me, searching for me.
But she hasn’t come yet. And I’m definitely not done with her. Not now that I can finally give us what we’ve been denied for years.
“Suck.” I finger-fuck that pretty mouth. She obeys and, damn, that quick submission, I’m addicted. “That’s it. More spit now. I want my wrist wet, understand?”
Her cunt clenches, soaking me up before she purses her lips tighter around me. I groan, whisper praises, feel Elowyn every-fucking-where.
“Enough.” Leaving her mouth is torture, but then my fingers find her clit and—“Fuck.”
My body is on fire as I rub her. The squirming, gasping, mess of a woman takes me, her hips meeting mine with every stroke of my cock. She looks so beautiful as she’s caught between not knowing what she’s doing and needing more of it.
It wakes something in me, more primal than ever before.
I go deeper, thrust harder. My pace is relentless, but I don’t miss this. The moment her body freezes, pussy squeezing me, then—
“Good girl,” I growl when she lets go and comes.
Elowyn’s pleasure spills all over the bedroom, red and fiery, glimmering with gold too.
But even as her body pulses with her orgasm, I don’t slow. Don’t stop.
Impossible, when praising and fucking her leaves her shivering with one aftershock after another.
I’m obsessed with how she reacts to me. With the little sounds of pleasure.
With how violent she gets too, digging her nails into my wrist until she breaks skin.
“You want to brand me, Elowyn?” My cock thickens, stretching her from the inside. I pinch her clit when she cries out her yes. I need her to come again. “Want the entire world to know I bleed for you?”
“Yes.” It’s the truth. I feel it when she drags her nails along my forearm, creating long, thin, possessive red paths across my skin. “You’re mine.”
“And you’re mine.” I kiss her shoulder, then pull back. “Wait here. And don’t peek.”
Despite hating every second I’m not touching her, I have to do this. Have to lean over to my nightstand and grab the lube bottle I put there the other day.
Bracing on one arm, I uncap the bottle and squirt a heavy amount on my hand and cock, getting myself ready for her.
I’ve never been with anyone like that, but I imagine it won’t just be a tight fit. Unless I go slow and careful, it’ll hurt.
That last thought has me draining more of the bottle on my cock.
The wet sounds of me lubing myself and both of our labored breaths are the only things that can be heard in the room.
“What are you doing?” she asks, her thighs rubbing together.
“You’ll see.”
Carefully, using my dry hand, I angle her body so she’s almost lying on her stomach. She tenses when the lube first hits her puckered hole. Clenches. Hides her face in the pillow.
“Shh.” I help her back to her side.
I’m trying to be calm, but it’s a fucking hardship.
Wanting Elowyn isn’t a simple desire anymore. It’s a goddamn monster that demands I claim her ass, the last untouched part of her.
Patience.
I don’t force anything when I slide one finger in, up to the first knuckle. The nudge is gentle, though all I want is to shove my cock deep inside Elowyn. So deep that I’ll be the only thing, person, and feeling in her world.
When her muscles don’t hold my finger in a vise grip, I push the finger further. Pull out and introduce two of them, stretching her. Begging her to trust me.
“Duncan—oh.” My heart thunders when she tilts her head to look at me. She’s gorgeous, flushed, confused, and so damn needy. “It’s nice. Really nice. More.”
“Good girl.” I press a kiss beneath her ear. Slow. Reassuring. The kind meant to remind her she’s safe even when at my most feral. “You know what comes next.”
“You.” She nods, breath uneven.
I remove my fingers from her ass, then shift closer, fitting my body to hers, my chest to her back. Precum trickles from my cock, mixing with the lube. Wetting the crack of her ass.
The friction is a barely-there touch, and yet it’s enough to drive me crazy. I’m losing my ever-loving mind when Elowyn pulls the knee of her upper leg higher, giving me more access to her ass.
She’s letting me have her.
“Yeah, I’m next.” My arm goes beneath her body, fingers rubbing her clit. The more relaxed she is, the less resistance she’ll put up. The less pain she’ll be in. “My fat cock is going to fill that tight little hole. Going to make you feel good.”
She turns her head, eyes glassy. Her lips part a second before she says, “Take it. It’s yours.”
I line myself up behind her, groaning when the head slips in past the rim. Still stroking her clit, my forehead drops, and I kiss, lick, and nip her shoulder.
“It’s a lot.” Her voice breaks. I feel her squeezing me.
“I’m right here, baby. It’s okay. I’m not moving.” I breathe her in as I give her time to adjust to my girth. “Not until you tell me to.”
Her body is still wound-up tight minutes later, so I trail my lips higher. Suck on that spot on her neck that she loves.
“You’re doing so well, little moon.” The fingers of my clean hand drift to where she’s soaked, where she needs me. I curl them inside her, rubbing her walls, driving pleasure into her.
Tension bleeds from her body the longer I finger her. When I find her clit again, she isn’t just relaxed anymore.
She responds to me.
Those little sounds she makes… I get fucking hard just hearing them. From knowing I’m doing it right.
“Just close your eyes. Feel my fingers. My lips. My fucking heart. How it beats for you. I’ll never hurt you.”
When her orgasm crashes over her, I’m done waiting. I splay my hand on her stomach and thrust all the way in.
“Fuck,” she cries out. Her fingers find my forearm, nails biting into my skin, into the marks she left behind. “God. Fuck.”
“Do you want me to stop?” My grip tightens, not to force her to stay. To remind her that I’m here.
“No. More,” she murmurs, gently rocking while she stares at me, thighs shaking. “Please. I need it.”