Chapter 12 #3
Elena gasps. As she hightails it toward the stairs, her dressing gown slips from her shoulders and flutters to the ground.
I watch her flee from me wearing just those small shorts and camisole that I could rip from her body with one sharp tug.
My heart pounds in my chest. This is how a wolf must feel when it sees its prey running away.
There’s an irresistible pull in my chest that’s telling me to chase her.
Claim her lips, her cries of desire, and finally her virginity.
I grip the edge of the counter, struggling to control myself.
What if she wants me to chase her?
My self-control shatters, and I bolt after her. The door to her bedroom is standing ajar, and I thrust it open. It’s empty. She’s not hiding under the bed. She’s not cowering in the bathroom. I stare around at her things, my fists clenched in frustration.
What if she ran to my room?
I dart out of her bedroom, run down the hall, and burst into mine. I let out a disappointed breath when I see that it’s empty as well.
The door clicks closed behind me.
I whirl around and see Elena with her back pressed against it, looking up at me with a mixture of fear and desire. The moonlight coming in through the window paints her body pale white and turns her eyes to silver.
“I told you to run from me, and you went straight to my bedroom?”
She nods, her doll-like eyes very big and luminous. Hungry to see what I’m going to do next.
“Don’t look at me that way,” I warn, stalking closer.
“Why?” she breathes. “You look at me this way all the time. You think I don’t notice, but I do.”
I trap her against the door with both hands on either side of her head, my body just a few inches from hers. Her lips this close to mine is torture. “Like what? ”
“Like you’re wondering if I want you. I’ve wanted you since the moment I met you, and I’m tired of pretending otherwise.”
I groan softly.
She doesn’t care what I am and what I’ve done.
She wants me to touch her. I draw my finger slowly up her stomach and between her breasts.
When I reach her throat, I wrap my hand around it.
Such a delicate little throat, and her pulse flutters like a bird beneath my fingers.
All that blood rushing through her veins, full of desire and need.
She tilts her head back, offering me her lips.
Letting me hear her breath catching in her throat as my fingers squeeze her flesh.
Begging for a kiss from a killer.
“I’m not a good man, Elena.”
“I don’t care.”
I took three lives tonight. I can still smell the blood. Feel the crunch of bones. The burn of the ligatures on my fingers. These hands shouldn’t be touching her body, but I can’t make myself stop.
I peel Elena’s silky camisole down her shoulders and expose her breasts. My mouth waters at the sight of her tight nipples.
I tug on her nipple, making her rise up on her toes. Making her whimper with need. “Do you want to run from me?”
“No.”
I lean over her and smile, my lips hovering just above hers. “Good girl. ”
Elena moans, her eyelashes fluttering.
I’ve pinned her to my bedroom door in the middle of the night. We shouldn’t be doing this so soon after I’ve murdered. I wanted our first time to be so sweet, but it’s too late now. I run my fingertip around the inside of her waistband. “You want me to touch you, don’t you? Say it.”
“Please.”
I strip the shorts and her camisole down her legs, and she’s completely naked. She shivers as I slowly circle her nipple with my knuckle. I smooth my hand down her stomach, and slide my fingertip into her slit, and I feel warmth and slippery wetness.
“Fuck, you’re so wet for me, darlin’. How does that feel?” I stroke back and forth over the little knot of nerves, enjoying the gasping noises she’s making. They’re music to my ears.
“So good, Mr. Grant,” she pants.
“Cullan,” I correct her.
“Cullan.”
I circle her clit with the pad of my finger, admiring how dark her pupils are now that she’s getting more and more turned on. “Does my son make you feel like this? Does he make you wet like this?”
Her mouth drops open, shocked that I’m talking about Leon at a time like this.
“Tell me,” I demand. “I’m a very fucking jealous man, and my son has been the one to touch you all these months. Do you dream about him touching you like this?”
Elena shakes her head .
“Do you dream about me touching you like this?” I slowly sink my middle finger into her pussy.
“Oh, God. Yes. Yes .” Elena’s hands reach up to my shoulders to steady herself as I pump my finger in and out of her.
Her slippery wetness coats me, and her pussy grips me tightly. I alternate between rubbing her clit and thrusting my finger into her. Now that I have her in my arms, I never want to let her go. Every little sound and movement she makes is precious. My lips skim her throat, wanting to bite.
“Cullan, please,” she whimpers, pulling me closer so she can press her cheek to mine. Our breaths are mingling together. I’m panting as hard as she is.
“I’ve got you, darlin’.”
“Cullan. I think I’m going to…”
I grasp her chin and tilt her lips up to mine, kissing her like my life depends on it. “You don’t want my son. You’ve never wanted my son.”
She shakes her head, her eyes unfocused and desperate.
“Say it.”
“I don’t want him.”
“You want Daddy’s thick cock. Don’t you?”
“Yes, please, oh God, Cullan, yes.”
Her arms tighten around my shoulders as her orgasm rocks through her. Her pussy grips my finger hard and need slams through me. “Good fucking girl.”
I go on finger fucking her through her climax, making it go on and on for as long as I can, breathing in her sharp cries of pleasure. Mine. Elena is all mine at last, and she’s worth every second I’ve waited for her.
Finally, Elena comes back down to earth.
I take her hand and press it against my thundering heart.
“Do you feel what you do to me? You make me insane. I’ve been thinking about making you mine ever since you gave me that first sweet smile.
I never cared that it’s wrong. I’m obsessed with you. You’re all I want.”
Elena breathes hard, her eyes heavy-lidded and very dark. “You want me?”
Her hand slides down my chest and over my pants, and she finds the extremely obvious bulge of my cock. Her fingers slide around me, caressing me. My eyes flutter closed as pleasure cascades through me. “You have no idea how much.”
“Tell me.”
I groan and press kisses to her throat. “I want you raw, no condom. I need to thrust into your sweet, tight, heat and feel your pussy gripping my cock. I want to pull out, covered in your virgin blood, and drive into you again and again. I want to fuck you hard through our orgasms and fill you up with cum until it’s dripping around my cock. ”
“Oh, God,” she gasps, breathing hard. “Cullan…”
Her free hand trails down my forearm, and then she frowns. “Is that blood on your arm?”