CHAPTER 25
Her spine presses against my chest as the water skims the very edge of the tub, spilling over every time we move.
I filled it too high, though I’m grateful I picked an oversized tub for the bathroom since we both wouldn’t fit in here otherwise.
I’ll deal with the flooded floor after I’ve taken care of her.
She’s lax against me, eyes closed as the water and bubbles cover her, body a little pink from the heat.
The rain continues to fall in torrents beyond the window, a reprieve for the hard, dry earth, though the humidity is a killer.
Sweat beads and rolls down the side of my face, but it feels too good with her in here.
My hands skim her soft skin, tracing the lines of her.
It feels like I’ve waited a lifetime for this.
When the water starts to cool, I force her to lower into the water between my legs, gathering her hair in my hands to soak it before she sits and I grab the shampoo from the side, lathering it up on her head.
She leans her head back, giving me the control, and my fingers dig into her scalp, massaging before rinsing it off and grab the conditioner I picked up from the store just for her.
Her hair glides through my hands, the inky tresses like silk between my fingers. When I move to wash it off, she pulls away from me, turning abruptly in the water and rises to her knees.
“That stays in for a while,” She explains.
Nodding, I lean back on the edge of the tub, letting my eyes take their fill of her. Her upper half is out of the water, droplets running over her tan skin. She crawls over me, lowering her mouth to mine before she reaches for the shampoo and sits back on her heels expectantly.
Chuckling, I dip beneath the water to wet my hair and then sit, grasping her around the waist to pull her to me, my mouth clamping around one of her nipples. My tongue flicks against the tip, and her body trembles, a moan filling the bathroom with sound.
I’m insatiable; I cannot get enough. She is an addiction I’m all too happy to fall victim to.
Her hands thread into my hair, and she tugs, pulling me away from her body.
“In a minute,” She breathes, eyes hooded and gaze darkened.
Before I can argue, she’s squeezing some shampoo into my hair and her fingers are working it in, nails gently scratching at my scalp.
My hands are on her hips, holding, but my eyes are falling closed.
I’m practically fucking purring with the way she’s washing my hair, and then it’s over all too soon.
My eyes bounce to hers to find her with an amused smile on her face, soft, relaxed…
Fuck.
I make quick work of getting the soap out and then help her remove the conditioner and get out of the tub, not bothering with a towel since I’m on her the moment we’re free.
She gasps when I pick her up, wrapping her legs around my waist. She’s slippery, but her thighs tighten, keeping her attached to me while I walk us back to the bed, laying us both down onto the mattress.
My cock fucking aches.
I slant my mouth across hers as I adjust my hips, the head of me notching into her. Her breathy whimper tastes so damn sweet. I flex a little, sliding into her warmth just a couple of inches before I withdraw and do it again, torturing us both with the slow pace.
She’s so fucking tight and warm, squeezing my cock as she stretches to fit me. Her nails bite into my back, likely leaving deep marks, but fuck she can mark me. Claim me. Own me.
I finally thrust all the way in, pausing when I’m at the hilt, a long rumble of a groan leaving my chest. She bows off the bed, chest thrusting toward the ceiling as her hands drop and claw at the sheets now soaked.
“So.” Thrust. “Fucking.” Thrust. “Perfect.”
Grasping behind her thigh, I lift to open her up more for me and slam into her so hard she shifts up the mattress, but like fuck is she getting away from me.
“Fuck!” She cries. “Oh God.”
I pause, “What did you just say?”
Wide eyes turn to me, her body writhing beneath mine.
“My name,” I growl, “You call my fucking name when I’m fucking you, Hellion. It’s me making you scream, not fucking God.”
To prove my point, I drag my cock out of her and punch back inside, hard, the slap of our bodies loud. She cries out, her hands white-knuckling the sheets. “More.” She begs, “Please, Knox, more!”
I drag her to the edge of the mattress and stand, lifting her with me until her ass hovers above the bed, and I fuck her hard, thrusting at an angle that pushes my cock against that sweet spot just inside.
Her lips are parted on a silent moan, eyes rolling back as her tits bounce with every thrust of my hips.
“You take it so fucking well,” I praise. “Look at your greedy pussy sucking me in, drenching my cock. You’re fucking mine, Elena.”
I fuck her into the mattress, possess her, I give her it all. And she takes, and she takes, wrapping me up around that little fucking finger of hers.
And when she crashes, I push her through it, not giving her even a moment to catch her breath, not when desperation and obsession spur my every move.
My hands bruise where they hold, her pussy yielding to every brutal pound of my hips.
She feeds off it, stealing parts of me, and all I want to do is give her more.
Breathless, I drop her back onto the mattress and cover her with my body, rolling my hips against her clit as I continue to saw my cock in and out of her.
She’s as breathless as I am, her body wrapping around me as I bring her back up, focusing on the way her cunt flutters and clamps around the thick length of me.
I knew allowing myself a single taste would be my ruin. You don’t fall for a woman like Elena and hope to come out alive.
She is the devil in lace.
“Knox,” She whispers my name, a tremor in her voice, and I know she’s right there again.
Flipping us, I land on my back as her thighs stretch over my hips.
“Fucking ride me, Elena,” I grasp her thighs, just below the bruising, “Take it.”
“Yes,” She cries, her hips bounce against my cock as she runs her hands up her abdomen and fists her tits, pinching her own nipples. She is a damn masterpiece you can’t stop staring at, erotic and seductive, a feast for both the body and the mind.
I feel the muscles in my neck tighten as my head tilts back, the feel of her moving on my cock too much and not enough.
She leans over me, balancing herself on my chest as she latches onto my neck with her mouth, biting and sucking at the same time.
And I can’t fucking stop it. The touch of pain with the feel of her perfect pussy moving over my length has me exploding.
Grasping her hips, I hold her onto me, emptying myself into her as she convulses around me, draining me for every last drop while her mouth continues to suck at my neck, likely leaving a mark.
Her tongue licks over the bite when she releases, and she sits up, my cock still buried in her body.
“You mark me, cowboy,” She purrs, “I mark you back.”
“Fucking carve your name into my chest, darlin’,” I rasp.
“Tempting,” She licks her lips and rolls her hips, the bolt of pleasure that shoots through me making me jerk against the bed.
“I need to feed you,” I grumble, grasping her to lift her off of me. She rolls onto the mattress beside me, tucking her hands beneath her head to watch me get up. Her eyes devour me, taking in every inch of me, and it makes me feel ten feet tall.
Pulling on my boxers, I quickly head into the bathroom to grab a washcloth so she can stand and catch my reflection in the mirror.
A large purple bruise now takes up space on the side of my throat, the skin still slightly indented by her teeth.
But I’m not mad at the obvious claim she’s placed on me, fuck, I’ll show it to the whole damn world.
Returning to her, I swipe the cloth between her legs, grinning when I clean up her pussy and she jolts, the sensitivity rising goosebumps on her skin.
She pulls on a pair of my flannel pajamas, pulling the string at the waist as tight as it goes, but the things drown her, and when she puts one of my tees on, you can’t see her shape at all.
But damn, she looks good in my clothes.
I leave her in the kitchen once we are downstairs to head out to the mess house, the smell of dinner already wafting from the open windows.
The rain is still falling, forming puddles on the ground, but it should stop by morning.
We’ve needed the rain; summers here get dry quickly, and with that comes a lot of risks — wildfires, lack of water for the livestock and crops — so I don’t complain when the storms batter us like this.
Chase is serving up the food when I step inside, shaking off the water from my hair.
“Hot fucking damn,” He whistles, and I already know what he’s about to do. “They finally fucked.”
“Chase,” I warn him.
“We were wondering how long it would take,” He jokes.
“My sex life is none of your concern.”
He laughs, “Just happy for ya, boss.”
I roll my eyes. “This ready?” I ask, referring to the food.
“All yours,” He grins.
It won’t be the last I hear from him on the topic. On a ranch like ours, anything new, whether it’s private or not, will be shared over and over until something new and more interesting comes along.
And I fear there will be nothing more interesting or captivating than Elena fucking De Luca.