18. Isa
ISA
I woke up in Elio’s room. It was the second night I had spent here since the run-in with Devil’s Wings MC.
I didn’t have a nightmare that first night.
But I had one last night.
It was mostly memories of that night, as blurry as it had been for me, but this morning had been particularly hard because now my nightmare had evolved. It was no longer about my memories, but of Elio dying. Of him calling out for me, and there was nothing I could have done about it.
I hated the helplessness I felt.
And I knew I was risking it by staying over at Elio’s place so much, but I just couldn’t bring myself to go home and sleep by myself.
At least here I had Elio’s arms to comfort me.
I had his strong presence.
I had everything I could ever need.
I turned to my side and faced Elio.
It was one of those rare mornings when I actually woke up before him. He did come in pretty late last night, and no matter how strong he tried to be, he was still human.
He would still get tired sometimes.
My heart hurt, but the dream lingered in my head.
Nothing can happen to you.
I moved my hand up and traced my fingers over his face, taking in his features. A strong nose, hard jawline, full lips…
And his hair.
God, his hair. I was completely obsessed with it. A few of the longer strands had fallen to his forehead.
So beautiful.
It wasn’t fair. No man should ever be this beautiful, but he was. It was no wonder Chiara wanted him.
They all wanted him.
But they couldn’t have him because he was mine.
I shook my head over my own thoughts. I was now sounding just as possessive as Elio did most of the time.
I smiled a little and moved my finger down to his lip. It surprised me when he opened his mouth and sucked my finger inside.
I gasped just as he opened his eyes, the sleep still in them.
He grinned at me as he sucked on my finger, and I bit my bottom lip to keep from moaning out loud.
“When did you wake up?” I managed to ask.
“Same time you did,” he answered around my finger.
Oh. God.
I moved a little closer to him. He wrapped his arms around me, and I let out a small sigh. If only there were a way for me to always stay this close to him.
Finally, he let go of my finger.
I was still reeling over the sensation.
“Won’t you kiss me?” I asked.
His eyes darkened at my request, his pupils dilating as he studied my face. But he didn’t move like I expected him to. “Did you have a nightmare?”
I looked down at his chest, my fingers moving over his bare skin. “It doesn’t matter.”
“Hey, it does to me.”
I shrugged.
“Do you want to tell me what it was about?”
“Of you dying.”
His eyes widened marginally at my words before he pushed my hand flat against his chest. I could feel the steady strum of his heartbeat against my palm.
“I’m right here,” he said. “Do you feel that? Feel me? I’m right here.”
I nodded. He was right here with me.
I looked up and asked for a kiss again.
Something shifted in Elio’s expression, and that careful control he always maintained broke just enough for me to see the hunger beneath. Without another word, he closed the distance between us, his lips capturing mine in a slow, gentle kiss that quickly grew when I hummed against his lips.
I melted against him when he deepened the kiss, my body molding to his as if it had been designed for this purpose alone.
His hand slid up my back, fingers tangling in my hair.
The stubble on his jaw scratched pleasantly against my skin, a reminder of his raw masculinity.
I pressed myself closer to him as a soft whimper escaped my lips.
When we finally broke apart, both of us were breathing harder. He pressed his forehead against mine, and I took in his soft brown eyes glowing under the morning light.
He kissed me again.
I readily opened for him as he pulled me on top of his body, my legs settling on either side of him, and my pussy lined up perfectly against his hard-on.
I pressed down on him, loving the feel of his hardness against my softness, and he groaned in my mouth.
Sexiest sound in the entire world.
I wanted to hear him make that sound again, so I ground my hips.
His hands gripped them, as if to keep me still.
“God, baby. You’re driving me crazy,” he said against me.
“Good,” I retorted. “Now you know how I feel.”
He grinned, moving his hands away from my hips and slipping them beneath my panties. His huge palms molded around my ass cheeks, playing with them roughly as he pushed me down harder on him. I felt that move on my clit.
“God.” I threw my head back.
He grinned and did it a few more times, directing me to move my hips in that perfect way that allowed me to feel everything.
“Elio, please.”
“I know,” he said, dragging my panties down, stopping when they got to my knees. He cupped me between my legs, massaging his hand over my pussy lips.
I leaned down and bit his chest when I felt his fingers probing at my entrance.
I clenched down when he shoved two thick fingers inside, then started fucking me with them.
I bit harder on his skin.
The pain seemed to only spur him on because he quickened his moves, pushing in and out of me in vicious succession.
I wiggled on top of him, trying to get him to ease up when it started to become too much. “Elio!”
“That’s right, baby. God, look at what a good girl you are, taking my fingers like this. Why don’t you come for me? I want to feel you gush over my fingers.”
His words did something to me, and I felt pressure low in my belly, then spreading all through my body and… and…
I screamed when I came.
Elio kept finger-fucking me, prolonging my orgasm.
I screamed louder from the sensation and tried to get away. His hand moved between my ass cheeks, his fingers gently pushing on my back end. My back arched, and I tried to move away.
He held me still as he continued to play with me there.
Oh God.
What was he doing to me?
A second orgasm hit.
By then, I was just too tired to do anything.
I lay my head down on his chest and tried to ride out the brutal storm, unsure if I could hold myself up any longer.
Elio didn’t wait.
He shifted me around until I was lying on my side, and he was behind me. He reached around, pulled on the shirt I wore to bed last night—his shirt—and in one practiced move, got it up and off me. Then he pulled my panties all the way down my legs until I was completely naked.
“God, look at you. Look how beautiful you are.” One hand found my breast, fondling it. I looked down to see him playing with my nipple, his finger twirling the sensitive bud between two fingers.
He pinched me, and I sucked in a sharp breath.
“Feel good?” he asked me.
I could only nod as he roughly plucked at it. I swallowed as he continued his abuse before moving to the other breast and giving it the same treatment. By the time he was done, both of my nipples were red and swollen and sore.
I felt him fumbling around with his boxer briefs from behind before moving back to me. I gasped when I felt his hard-on against the back of my thigh.
“We’re not using a fucking condom,” he said. I could only nod as I felt his tip at my entrance.
Slowly, he pushed all the way inside me.
God.
The position made it so I could feel more of him.
“Fuck,” Elio growled. “You feel so good like this.”
I clenched around him from his words, eliciting a low growl that I could feel vibrating from his chest to my back.
He didn’t give me time to adjust.
He fucked me hard and fast.
I nearly lost it right then and there.
One arm came around my middle, and the other moved up, his hand wrapping around my throat. He squeezed gently. Not enough to cut off the air supply, but enough for me to feel it.
“Do you like this?”
I thought about it before I slowly nodded.
“Good.” He pulled me in closer to him and fucked me harder and harder. Each savage thrust caused pieces of myself to disappear into the abyss, leaving behind someone I didn’t recognize anymore. Someone who belonged solely and entirely to him. There was no stopping it.
He tightened his grip around my throat marginally.
I gasped and moved my hands up to his, but I didn’t pull him away. I didn’t want to. I was just…
Overwhelmed by the pleasure, I didn’t know what to think anymore.
“You like that?” he asked, his voice rough. “Do you like feeling me inside you with nothing between us?”
I clenched down on him, feeling wetness gushing out of me.
“Yes,” I hissed out, barely able to form coherent words. “God, yes.”
The hand around my throat moved down and played with my clit.
I cried out at the sudden contact, my body still so sensitive from the two orgasms he had already wrung from me. His fingers moved in quick, merciless circles that had me bucking against him.
I shook my head. “No. Elio, please.”
I didn’t know what I was begging for.
“That's it,” he murmured against my ear, his hot breath fanning my skin. “Fuck, you’re so fucking responsive to me. I can feel you shaking. Are you close, baby?”
His thrusts became almost unbearable.
Everything was driving me toward the edge faster than I thought possible, and I was scared to get there. I was scared the fall might be too much. I tried to hold on for as long as I could, but Elio was relentless. My thighs trembled as the pressure built low in my belly again.
“Elio, I can’t—” I gasped, my words cut off by another surge of pleasure, and a loud moan escaped my lips. Then more moans. I couldn’t help myself. I might be embarrassed about it later, but not now. I was just feeling too much.
I tried to push him off. He was like a boulder, impossible to move. Tears stung my eyes, and I let out a low sob.
“Yes, you can,” he said, the command in his voice unmistakable. “Be my good girl and come for me again. I want to feel you fall apart around my cock.”
His fingers pressed harder against my clit, and that was all it took.
I shot off with a boom.
For a moment, my vision tunneled, and I couldn’t remember anything save for this earth-shattering feeling. I couldn’t do anything but fall.