Chapter Seven #3
I shoved her bra over one tit and found her ripe nipple with my mouth and sucked hard.
Ellie arched her back, gasping in a breath and threading her fingers through my hair as she clung to me.
She raked her nails against my scalp as I moved to her other breast. Every sound she made, every arch of her back, every tremor that ran through her body only fueled the fire burning in my veins.
I wanted to memorize every inch of her, wanted to brand myself into her memory so she’d never forget this moment, never forget how good we were together.
I needed to be… everything she ever needed.
“Please,” she whispered, her hands fumbling with my belt buckle. “Need you.”
The raw need in her voice nearly undid me. I helped her with my belt, my hands actually shaking as I worked the leather free. She pushed at my jeans, and I lifted my hips to help her slide them down.
I wound my arms around her to unfasten the clasp of her bra, tugging the garment away from her to leave her bare to my hungry gaze. I traced the pale skin of her collarbone with my lips, working my way down to the valley between her breasts while my hands explored the soft curve of her waist.
When I reached for the button of her jeans, she lifted her hips to help me slide them down her legs along with the scrap of black lace that served as her panties. The sight of her naked beneath me, trusting and beautiful and mine, made my cock ache with the need to be buried deep inside her.
I leaned down and swiped my tongue through her folds. Ellie stiffened, then screamed as she bucked her hips. I had to grab her waist and hold her still with an arm across her middle as I buried my face between her legs with a deep, loud groan.
“Chains! Oh fuck!” She screamed and thrashed, an unexpected orgasm washing over her as I tried to help her ride it out. But she was having none of it.
Ellie grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked, pulling me up her body. She found my lips with hers. The second she tasted herself on my lips, she stiffened again, her body breaking out in a sweat as she moaned into my mouth in the sweetest surrender.
At least, that’s what I thought it was. Turns out I was wrong. It was a sneak attack. Because, the next thing I knew, Ellie had my cock in her fist, guiding me to the entrance to her hot, wet pussy.
I knew I needed to glove up. We hadn’t talked about this, and I had no idea of her experience level or anything about her sexual history. But there was no way in fucking hell I was stopping her if this was what she wanted.
“Christ, Ellie! Are you fuckin’ sure? I don’t have a condom on.”
“Don’t stop, Chains,” she gasped out. “Need this.” She practically sobbed out the words. “Need you!”
“I gotcha, honey.” I kissed her again, gently, needing to build her up before I entered her. “Let me take care of you.”
She whimpered in answer, thrusting her hips at me, taking the head of my dick just past her opening. That was it. I couldn’t take any more.
Giving myself the go-ahead, I slid inside her in one smooth stroke. Ellie stiffened and sucked in a sharp breath. I looked into her eyes, and they were wide with shock, her lips parted on a gasp.
“Baby, talk to me.”
She blinked several times. “I-I’m fine.”
“Don’t lie to me, Ellie. You can lie to anyone else in the Goddamned world and I’ll back you a hundred percent, but don’t lie to me.”
Nodding several times, Ellie swallowed, closing her eyes and shifting her hips slightly until she finally stilled. When she opened her eyes, she looked more settled, more at ease. “It burns,” she finally said. “But it’s easing now.”
“You’re fuckin’ tight, honey. Tell me how many times you’ve done this.” I tried to keep my voice calm when the idea of another bastard over her like this, in her, filled me with a kind of white-hot rage I wasn’t sure I could control.
“Um,” she glanced away before looking back, a hesitant smile on her face. “Once?”
“Once before this?” When she shook her head and bit her lip, I thought my dick was going to explode. “Are you fuckin’ tellin’ me you’re a virgin?”
“Nope.” She shook her head emphatically. “I’m most definitely not a virgin, Chain.”
I narrowed my eyes, well aware she hadn’t answered my question. “Because you’ve had another lover or because I just took your virginity?” When she said nothing, I had my answer. “For the love of God, Ellie. If you’d told me, I’d have done my best to slow down.”
“I don’t want you to slow down. That’s the whole point.” Now she looked frustrated. Very frustrated. “Move!”
Laughter bubbled up inside me as I slowly began to work her tight little pussy with my cock. “Demanding little thing.”
“I am,” she shot back. “This feels too good not to be demanding.” Ellie wrapped her legs around my waist, her hands clutching at my ass. I felt something inside me shift and reset, like a key turning in a lock I hadn’t known existed.
This was everything. She was everything. The feel of her around me, so tight and hot, made my head spin. I started with slow, shallow thrusts, watching her face for any sign of discomfort. The burn she’d mentioned seemed to fade as her body relaxed, accepting me deeper with each careful movement.
“So perfect,” I murmured against her neck, pressing kisses along her throat in praise. “So fuckin’ perfect.”
Her fingers dug into my shoulders, nails biting into my skin as she urged me on. “More,” she gasped. “I need more.”
I increased my pace gradually, mindful of her inexperience but driven by the desperate need in her voice.
Her hips rose to meet mine, finding a rhythm that had us both panting.
Her cries and gasps of pleasure were the sweetest music.
The sight of her beneath me, eyes half-closed and lips parted, was almost more than I could bear.
“Look at me,” I commanded softly. “I want to look into your eyes when you come.”
Mine. This woman was mine. I increased my pace, still mindful of her inexperience but unable to deny her anything she asked for.
She arched beneath me, those perfect tits bouncing with each thrust. I lowered my head, capturing one nipple between my lips, sucking hard and Ellie fucking screamed.
Her cunt milked my dick, practically daring me to fill her full of my hot, sticky cum. And, God, I wanted to!
“Gonna come, Ellie. You want me to pull out you better fuckin’ say so right fuckin’ now.” Sweat beaded on my forehead, dripping into my eyes as I fucked her with ever faster and harder strokes. I couldn’t slow down. I needed -- fucking needed -- to come.
“No!” She dug her nails into the cheeks of my ass like she meant to bury them deep in my skin. Her thighs tightened around me, and she planted her feet on the bed and met every one of my thrusts with a surge of her hips.
“Fuck!” I shouted my release, burying myself as deep as I could in her pussy.
I collapsed on top of her, gasping for breath. It took several seconds before I could roll off her. When I did, she clung to me, moving so she never left my embrace. Which was absolutely perfect for me.
Afterward, as we lay tangled together, her head pillowed on my chest, I thought about tomorrow.
Tate Blackheart would arrive, bringing with him all the pain and manipulation of Ellie’s past. But he would find her different now, stronger.
She had us. Kiss of Death. Most of all, she had me.
And I would kill the motherfucker before I’d let him hurt her again.
“What are you thinking about?” she asked, her voice drowsy with contentment.
I pressed a kiss to the top of her head.
For all my demands that she not lie to me, it didn’t sit well for me to lie to her, but I wasn’t ready to bring us out of this small cocoon we’d wrapped around ourselves just yet.
So I settled for a half-truth. “Thinkin’ about how much you mean to me.
” Outside the bedroom door, one of the cats scratched insistently at the wood, demanding entry.
We both laughed, the sound breaking the last of the tension between us.
“Go away!” I gave the order in a grouchy voice those little demons had better learn to pay attention to. “We’re fuckin’ busy.”
As I’d hoped, that got a laugh from Ellie. She buried her face in my chest as the cats started yowling outside louder. “I don’t think they’re going away,” she said between giggles.
I gave a heavy, dramatic sigh, trying to keep her distracted with my discomfort with her cats.
Which, I was already busted on. She knew I didn’t hate those cats or dislike them in any way, but if it distracted her for a while longer, I’d do whatever I had to.
“Should I let the little fuckers in?” I asked.
Ellie shook her head, snuggling closer to me. “Not yet. I’m not ready to share you.”
I smiled against her hair, content to hold her for as long as she wanted, cats be damned. Tomorrow would come soon enough, with all its complications and challenges. But for now, in this moment, with Ellie warm and safe in my arms, everything felt right in a way nothing had for years.