20. Abigail
ABIGAIL
My entire body trembles as Elliot lowers himself over me, sinking between my thighs like it’s the most natural thing in the world.
I’m nervous but I’m not scared.
Tonight has been perfect—so perfect, it’s hard to believe it’s real.
But his words are branded on my mind, his possessive touch branded on my skin.
I’m powerless to stop this.
I don’t want to.
Not even a little bit.
Even though I know that things are complicated, even though I know Johnathon and Scott Eaton will never accept me, I can’t walk away.
I love Elliot.
I am desperately, hopelessly in love with him.
I have been for a while.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” he rasps as he notches himself against my entrance. My breath catches as he pushes inside. Slowly. Torturously.
“Elliot,” I breathe, staring up at him with sheer emotion.
“I love you, Abigail.” His voice cracks. His strong, powerful body trembling above me.
He leans down, touching his head to mine as he thrusts into me, breaking through the final barrier of my innocence. “Mine.”
The word ghosts my lips and then he kisses me; deep, drugging kisses that blur the edges of pain into something more.
Something addictive and all-consuming.
Something I never want to end.
“I’ll never hurt you again,” he whispers between kisses. “You’re mine now, Red. Mine.”
Elliot starts moving, rolling his hips with impressive restraint. It feels amazing. But I need more. I need?—
“More.” The word falls off my lips in a breathy plea.
“I don’t want to hurt you.” He gazes down at me with icy reverence.
“You won’t. Don’t hold back.” I frame his face with my hands, brushing my lips over his.
“I’m not made of glass, Elliot. I won’t shatter. I don’t want you to hold back with me.”
I want him.
All of him.
Every savage, vicious part.
“Fuck… Okay.” One of his hands slides down my body to grab my leg and hitch it around his waist. He pulls out slowly and rocks forward without warning, stretching me.
The new fit is deeper. Closer… More.
“Okay?” he asks, and I nod, pressing my lips together, trying to focus on every sensation rushing through me.
“You… You feel perfect.”
Something flashes in his expression. A rare glimpse of emotion that tightens the invisible thread between us.
Connecting us.
He grabs my hand, threading our fingers together and pressing them into the pillow beside my head as he ups the pace. Making everything inside me go tight and loose all at the same time.
It’s too much and still not nearly enough.
“Elliot,” I cry, lifting my hips, chasing the end of the coil deep inside of me.
Waiting for it to snap.
“I could stay buried inside you for days,” he traces his lips over my jaw and down the column of my throat, licking and nipping the skin there.
I clutch the back of his head, demanding more.
Needing more.
His throaty chuckle vibrates against my pulse point, sending shivers through me.
But it’s when he grazes his teeth at the juncture of my throat and bites down, hard, that I shatter, the final restraints on that coil snapping.
“Oh God… God, God,” I whimper, a wave of intense pleasure crashing over me.
“My girl likes a little pain, doesn’t she?” He licks at the bite mark, lifting his head enough that I catch the slight tinge of blood on his lips.
“You marked me.”
“You loved it.” He smirks.
“I…”
I don’t deny it.
“I’m going to fuck you now.”
“N-now?”
His smirks turns wicked. “I’m not nearly done with you.”
Oh God.
How is it possible I already want him again?
And again.
And again.
Going back to All Hallows’ and keeping this a secret is going to be impossible now I know how he feels above me.
Inside me.
“Get out of your head, Abigail.” He smothers me in kisses while moving above me with slow, shallow strokes that stir something deep in my stomach again.
“It feels…”
“Good?” He chuckles and I blush.
“So good.”
“Fuck. The things I want to show you. Do to you.”
“Do them,” I pant, barely able to catch my breath, it’s too good.
He’s too good.
“All of them.”
“Soon, baby. We have time.” He stills and something crackles between us.
A silent warning neither of us acknowledge.
Because we don’t have time.
Not really.
“Hey, hey.” Elliot gently collars my throat refusing to let me look away.
Because part of me wants—wants to recoil and hide.
To run.
“This means something to me, Abigail,” he says with utter conviction. “You mean something. The rest, we’ll figure out, okay?”
I nod.
What else can I do?
I have to trust that Elliot will protect my heart this time. That he’ll prove me wrong where his reputation is concerned.
Savage, vicious Elliot Eaton.
With everyone except those closest to him.
His best friends, their girlfriends… and now, me.
“I love you,” I blurt, feeling vulnerable and overwhelmed.
“In case you had any doubts about my feelings for you.” He rolls his hips, slow and deep. “Let me show you.”
And he does.
More than once.
“You don’t have to do that, you know,” I say some time later.
It’s late. Some ungodly hour. But we refuse to give into sleep. I think we’re both scared to ever let tonight end.
We’ve talked and kissed and talked some more. Elliot has made me cry and scream his name, he’s made me quiver and shake.
He’s learned far too many ways to make me come undone.
And I’ve loved every second of it.
It’s more than that though. Deeper than sex and pleasure. He gets me and I get him. And there’s something so terrifyingly amazing about that.
With Elliot, I feel seen.
For the first time in my life, I feel understood.
“Hush, woman,” he scoffs, tracing his fingers over the scars marring my soft pale skin. “I love every inch of you.”
“Keep that up and I’ll start to think your reputation as the cold, cruel Heir will be forever ruined.”
He lifts his head to mine and smirks again. “If you need a reminder of exactly how cruel I can be…” His fingers dip lower and lower, gliding over my clit.
A hiss leaves my lips as I swat his arm away. “I can’t… Not again. I think you broke me.”
“I could kiss it better?” Amusement twinkles in his icy gaze.
“It’s late. We should probably get some sleep.”
Elliot crawls up the bed and looms over me. “We can sleep… if that’s what you want?”
Heat flares inside me but I’m too sore to act on it.
“What’s wrong?” he asks and I realise I’ve failed at hiding the truth from him.
Dammit.
“Nothing.” I palm his cheek, stealing a kiss.
“You’re really sore?” His eyes harden.
“I… Yes. But it’s fine. I’m fine.”
“I hurt you.” Worry casts a shadow over his expression as he tries to pull away from me.
“Elliot, I’m fine.” I anchor my arms around his neck, pulling him towards me. “But it was my first time, you know that.”
“And I fucked it up.”
“Stop, you didn’t. It was perfect. You were perfect. But this is all new to me. To my body. It’s going to take a little bit of getting used to.” My cheeks burn as I gaze up at him, so utterly infatuated with this complicated boy.
“Wait here.” He drops a kiss on my forehead and clambers off the bed.
“Elliot, what are?—”
“Stay right there.”
With a small sigh, I flop back down against the soft pillows and pull the sheet up over my body.
I can hear him in the adjoining bathroom, thumping around. Then the sound of running water fills the cabin and Elliot reappears.
“Let’s go.” He stalks towards me like a man on a mission.
“Go? Go where? It’s almost three in the morning.”
Before I can untangle myself out of the sheets, he scoops me up and carries me across the room into the bathroom. Steam billows from the claw foot tub.
“You want to take a bath, now?” I stare up at him incredulously.
“I want to take care of you. I should have done it earlier.”
“Elliot.” A ball of emotion lodges in my throat. “You don’t need to?—”
He lowers me into the water, and I let out a contented moan. Damn him, it feels good.
Really good.
And the smell from whatever he added is divine.
“Feel good?” he asks, dropping to his knees at the side of the tub.
“Very much so.” I offer him an appreciative smile.
He leans over and grabs the bottle of expensive looking body wash and pours some into his hands.
“Elli— Oh.” I murmur as his hands slide over my collarbone and around my shoulders. The slip and slide of his fingers, the gentle pressure he applies feels amazing and I sink into his touch, my eyelids fluttering closed.
“Just relax, baby. I got you.”
He massages my shoulders and neck moving around to my arms and breasts. Heat pools in my stomach but I’m so relaxed, so sleepy and sated that it doesn’t kindle an inferno. It simmers under the surface, a pleasant ember.
“You’re so fucking perfect.” His voice sounds distant, my limbs growing heavy as the water laps around me.
“Come on, out you come,” he says and I blink dazedly up at him.
“What happened?”
“You fell asleep.”
“I did?” I nuzzle into him as he wraps me into his arms and carries me into the bedroom, setting me on his lap to dry me.
Elliot Eaton is drying me with a big fluffy towel and I’m barely conscious enough to appreciate the gravity of the moment.
“I love you,” I murmur, pressing a kiss to his jaw as I fight the thrall of sleep.
He slides me under the sheets and climbs in behind me, pulling me into his chest, sliding his leg between mine and wrapping his arm around my waist.
“I love you too.” He presses a lingering kiss to my shoulder as I begin to sink into oblivion.
But not before I hear him whisper, “You’re mine now, Red. And I won’t let anyone come between us again.”