28. Briar
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T he aftershocks roll through me, each wave getting smaller but just as consuming, leaving me too spent to pretend at defiance. I can barely breathe, let alone form the words I want to hurl at him, when he finally pulls back and rises to his full height.
He looms over the bed as if he’s claimed more than just my body, his lips glistening with remnants of me as he grins.
“That wasn’t so hard, was it?” He asks, smug and threaded with obvious satisfaction. His gaze hovers on my throbbing core as his tongue darts to lick his lips before meeting my eyes. “My name sounds like it belongs on your tongue.”
I don’t even know what to say back to that, distracted when his hands drift to the hem of his shirt, dragging it over his head in one rough motion, and the sight makes me swallow hard.
I crawl back toward the center of the mattress, giving him space to undress and hopefully crawl to me when he’s done, so I can get an up close look and touch every inch of him.
I’d known he was fit, of course. The broad press of his chest against me multiple times during the escape, the hard lines of him I saw beneath dark shirts and that constant tension strung tight through every muscle. There were definitely hints.
But this…
My breath catches, a strangled little sound in my throat as he peels his jeans off revealing thick thighs with corded muscles.
Every inch of him is carved from strength training, every muscle defined under taut skin.
My gaze snags on the ridges of his abdomen, the width of his shoulders, and the bulge of his chest muscles.
As the shock wears off, something giddy replaces it like I’m a school girl staring at a model. Delight courses through me at just how much better reality is than anything I’d let myself imagine.
And then his briefs hit the floor.
His cock springs free, thick and heavy, and the sound I make isn’t graceful. I swallow the small shriek, the lump in my throat thick as my eyes drag over him, and heat floods me all over again.
He wraps his hand around his length, giving me a view of a vein bulging along the underside as he strokes once, slow and deliberate. My breath hitches at the sight, heat tightening low in my belly all over again.
“Do you have condoms?”
His words are rough and practical, but my brain scrambles, dumbstruck by my view. The question shouldn’t catch me so off guard, but with him standing there–towering, hard, and glistening at his tip–it’s almost impossible to pull my thoughts into order.
I swallow hard, fumbling for words. “N-no.”
My cheeks burn with the embarrassment of how I look right now, and then the truth slips out in a rush, all worries about sounding sexy gone.
“You can’t get me pregnant. You’d need to be a vampire for us to be worried, and even then, born vampires from that union–” I gesture at myself helplessly, heat creeping down my neck at how scientific I’ve made the once heated moment. “–are extremely rare.”
His hand stills on himself, his gaze dragging over me, and I’m thankful as the weight of it makes my pulse race faster, quelling any anxiety or embarrassment I felt for a brief moment.
There’s a renewed hunger in his eyes, like I’ve given him more than permission with the knowledge that we don’t have to worry about consequences.
A flicker of doubt sparks in my chest as his gaze sears into me. I don’t think I need to worry about human diseases, given my ability to heal, but maybe I’m an idiot for not having condoms stashed somewhere, just in case.
I just never thought in a million years I’d be with a human. I’d sworn off shitty vampire guys years ago, sick of their empty promises to make me feel good. Celibacy had been easier than needing to get myself off after giving access to my body to someone.
“Are you…” I hesitate, unsure of how to ask without ruining the moment once more. My eyes sweep down to his straining cock he continues to slowly rub. “Clean?”
For a minute, all the cocky arrogance fades from him as a soft smile touches the usually harsh lines of his face. “I have never taken anyone without a condom before, and I get tested every year.”
The news that he’s never taken someone without a condom ignites a spark within me.
We may not be virgins, but neither of us have experienced that before, and that fact shouldn’t please me as much as it does.
I quickly tug my own shirt over my head with trembling, excited hands, baring myself to him in some unspoken dare to continue.
Elias groans low, dragging a hand over his face like he’s trying to claw back restraint that’s already gone.
When his palm falls away, his eyes rake over me, slow and consuming as he traces every line of my bare skin.
The heat of his gaze feels like a brand settling into my soul, and when his cock twitches visibly in his fist, I can’t keep the shit-eating grin off my face.
There’s a heady feeling of power in knowing his body responds to me in equal measure, like mine does to him.
“It feels really fucking illegal to take you raw,” he mutters, his voice frayed at the edges like he doesn’t even want to admit that. His lips curl into something that isn’t quite a smile. “But I can’t bring myself to give a shit.”
The words sink into me like claws pulling forth a new haze of desire, and my breath catches as he climbs onto the bed, every shift of his muscles stoking the heat higher.
The mattress dips beneath his weight until he looms over me, broad shoulders caging me in until I’m flat against the bed with the sheer size of him blotting out the rest of the room.
“I won’t deny myself the feeling of your pussy,” he rasps, his mouth hovering close enough that his breath ghosts against my lips. “I want to feel every inch of you wrapped around me and squeezing, without any barriers.”
The bluntness of it makes my thighs clench, my pulse hammering so hard I can feel it everywhere. The ache within me is more consuming than anything I’ve ever experienced.
His words are crass and drip with an obsessive need for me that makes me feel fucking worshipped.
It’s an intoxicating feeling and I willingly let myself drown in it.
His body shifts, nudging my thighs apart before he settles between them, the sheer size of his body spreading my legs wide around him as he sits back on his calves. The blunt head of his cock nudges against my entrance, heat twisting up my spine at the first brush of him there.
One broad hand holds his weight up while the other slides up my stomach, rough fingertips grazing over sensitive skin until they close around my breast. His thumb and forefinger roll my nipple between them, sharp enough to mix pleasure and pain, and I gasp at the unfamiliar feeling.
A moment stretches, taut and charged. His gaze locks to mine, tense and searching, like he’s trying to give me a final out, despite his earlier warning that he wouldn’t.
There’s no going back now.
Desire pulses so thick through me it’s hard to breathe. I drag in one deep breath, forcing my voice steady even as it trembles in my throat.
“Well? Are you all talk or–”
The words die in my throat as Elias drives into me with one hard push.
Air vanishes from my lungs. My body parts around him, slick and desperate to take him in, and the stretch is instant, giving me a fullness I’ve never felt before. My back arches and my eyes roll back as a strangled moan rips from me.
He fills me completely, every inch of him claiming space I didn’t know I had to offer, and the shock of it slams through me until I can’t do anything but cling to him, my nails raking over his shoulders like he’s the only thing keeping me tethered to this world.
His lips brush mine, voice rough with strain.
“Can you take more?”
My eyes snap open, dazed and confused. Wait, he’s not all the way in?
The thought shatters me. I blink up at him, lips parting, and manage a shaky nod, unsure of what I’m even agreeing to at this point.
He pulls back just far enough to see my face and then he pushes in further with a slight rocking of his hips, back and forth until I finally stretch to accommodate the final length of him.
Sparks explode behind my eyes. My breath stumbles out ragged and shocked, and the words tumble free before I even know I’ve spoken them. “Holy shit.”
Elias’s chuckle rumbles deep in his chest. “I wouldn’t consider myself a holy man,” he rasps, leaning close enough that his breath sears across my lips, “but for you I’ll be whatever you need right now.”
He shifts back, settling onto his calves, his hands clamping around the tops of my thighs like iron to keep me open for him. Then his pace builds, harder and deeper until the only sound left in my world is the rhythm of his body claiming mine.
Elias’s pace pounds through me, relentless, each thrust wringing out sounds I can’t hold back. Gasps, moans, and little broken cries. He seems to soak them up, his smirk flashing repeatedly.
“I never realized how fucking sexy you’d be with your mouth too busy to backtalk me.”
The words pierce through the haze, teasing and taunting, meant to stoke the fire he knows is always simmering under my skin. And it works. My head jerks up, my breath still ragged, but my tongue sharp enough to cut.
“And I thought you were better with your mouth preoccupied with my pussy,” I snap back, the words spilling out between gasps, “but I guess we can’t always have what we want.”
His eyes narrow, excitement darkening into something more dangerous…more possessive. His hips stop moving and a whimper is already building in the back of my throat at the loss of sensation.
“You’re saying my cock isn’t giving you pleasure?”
Before I can shape a response, he flips me like I weigh nothing. My palms slam into the mattress as he drags me onto my hands and knees, his grip tight on my hips. He slams back into me with a force that knocks a cry from my throat, my body clenching hard around him.