28. Briar #2
“I guess I’ll have to fix that,” he growls, his fingers digging deeper as he drives into me again and again until there’s no air left in my lungs to argue with.
The new angle is brutal. Every thrust hits deeper until my arms and legs quake beneath me. My body tightens as my orgasm builds so fast it’s dizzying. There’s no space left to cling to defiance when my body is begging to unravel around him.
A cry rips from my throat as my release tears through me. My walls squeeze down tight around his cock, pulsing with each wave of pleasure until I’m shuddering, collapsing forward, unable to hold my body up with my arms.
Elias’s fingers clamp down on my hips as I spasm around him. His breath punches out ragged and breathless as a curse is ripped from him. “Fucking hell. I’m not done with you yet, so stop squeezing my cock like you want me to finish in you now.”
The admission of his own pleasure lights me up all over again, the aftershocks dragging through me with brutal insistence.
His rough words ignite a fierce need to flip the balance and take control.
Before he can drag his hips back to thrust again, I twist in his grip, shoving at his chest until he topples back onto the mattress. Surprise flickers across his face and then vanishes as I swing a leg over him and sink down, taking him in all at once.
The stretch steals my breath, but the sight of him as he watches every inch of my body move over his feeds me like nothing else.
His hands are on me instantly, greedy and possessive. They climb my torso, cupping my breasts, thumbs rolling my nipples until sparks shoot through me. His gaze locks on the way I gasp and arch under his touch, cataloguing each way he can pull sounds from me.
Then one hand slides lower, to rest between our joint bodies. His fingers find my clit with precision, rubbing slow, tight circles that make my thighs shake where they straddle him.
“Fuck,” I breathe, hips grinding harder as heat surges up all over again.
I’m still trembling from the last release, so when his fingers press on my clit harder, the sensation explodes through me like fire. My thighs quake around him, my whole body shaking as I choke on a gasp.
“I can’t–” The words rip out of me, high-pitched and desperate. “I can’t take another.”
One of his hands drops to clamp down hard on my hip, holding me still for a heartbeat before he thrusts up into me with brutal force. The shock of it punches another cry from my lungs, my nails digging into his chest as my body is forced to lean forward with the motion.
His eyes blaze, his words rough and commanding as he snarls, “You can. And you will.”
Then he drives into me again, harder, his hips pistoning up in a relentless rhythm that leaves no space for protest, only the mounting tide of sensation threatening to drag me under all over again.
My head falls back, a broken whimper spilling past my lips as pleasure claws through me.
“Please,” I whimper, unsure what I’m even asking for as I dangle on the edge of a brutal release.
Elias moves us with ease, his arms banding tight around me as he surges up from the bed with me still wrapped around him. The next breath, my back hits the cold wall, the shock of stone biting through my skin, anchoring me in the reality of his strength as he pins me there with his hands.
He doesn’t pause for even a second once we’re upright, driving into me over and over until my cries echo against the walls of my room. My nails scrape at his shoulders, desperate for something to hold on to as he pounds into me relentlessly.
Pleasure floods me, dizzying and sharp, until I can’t think of anything but him–his body, his breath, the way he fills me so completely.
My body seizes, the pressure snapping all at once.
“Elias!” His name rips out of me as the climax floods through me in violent waves. My legs tighten around his waist. I shudder and shake with the force of it and still he doesn’t stop until I’m left trembling in his arms.
Finally he slows, rocking into me with gentler thrusts, as his forehead drops to rest against mine. His gaze catches mine and it’s like something unspeakable shifts in that moment. The heat between us doesn’t vanish, but it twists into something more dangerous and tender.
His mouth claims mine again, but this kiss isn’t rough with the desire to claim this time. It’s slower and threaded with emotion I don’t have a name for. My chest aches with it even as my lips part under his, answering when I shouldn’t.
He trails his mouth lower, down the line of my jaw, brushing soft kisses along the column of my throat. Each press steals my breath, the tenderness unraveling me more than the roughness ever could.
For one terrifying heartbeat, I let myself soften against him, my fingers clutching at his shoulders, not for balance but because I want him closer.
It’s too much, though. The ache in my chest, the way his mouth lingers gentle against my throat, the steady thrum of his heartbeat pressed to mine. It threatens to swallow me whole in a way I can’t afford, when every part of me wants nothing to do with soft emotions right now.
I can’t. Not now. Not with him.
My body stiffens, my hands pushing at his shoulders until he pulls back. I drag in a breath, forcing myself to twist the tenderness into something I can survive. I need lust, not longing. Need, not vulnerability.
A transaction of bodies and nothing more.
His eyes search mine for a second, and I see the flicker of hurt that cuts across his face before he shutters it away.
It lances through me, but I shove it down and focus on the press of his body and the friction I want.
Anything but that look.
His jaw tightens before his hand comes up to circle my throat once more. His gaze burns into mine as his thumb brushes lazily across the hollow of my throat.
“I’m going to need you to scream my name one more time,” he rasps out, “so I can fully commit the sound of it to memory.”
The words send a shiver slicing through me, sharp enough to make my pulse stutter against his hand. Before I can reply, he spins us, hauling me back onto the bed and forcing me onto my knees. He presses a hand onto my back until my chest is flush with the sheets, leaving my ass high in the air.
His grip brands my hips as he drives into me again from a standing position, every thrust slamming the air from my lungs until all that’s left are broken sounds. My body trembles as I doubt my ability to have another orgasm, my nails digging into the sheets as he proves me wrong.
Within minutes I’m clenching around him as another orgasm crashes through me.
He grunts, pounding me through it, his fingers bruising my hips until his rhythm falters. A guttural curse rips free as he pulls out at the last second. Warmth splashes across my ass, his breath ragged as he finishes, one hand still locked on my hip.
For a moment, the only sound is our heavy breathing as I glance back at him over my shoulder.
“Fuck,” he murmurs, eyes dragging over my ass, reverent and possessive all at once. “What a beautiful sight.”
His words would have sent my body flying with need if he hadn’t just wrung every bit of satisfaction from me already. My body hums with exhaustion, my chest heaving as I fight to steady my breath.
I collapse forward on the bed. My muscles tremble with how spent my body feels, the echoes of release still sparking weakly through me.
Warmth drips slowly down the curve of my ass, sticky and unmistakable. I roll my eyes, too exhausted to summon any real bite as I mumble, “You better wipe it off with a towel. The bathroom's right there.”
Elias only laughs under his breath as he watches me with that signature wicked look. He shakes his head slowly and deliberately, like he’s savoring the chance to deny me.
“No,” he finally says. “I think I like the thought of it on your skin…claiming you.”
For a moment all I can do is stare at him, shocked that he’d even admit that out loud. Before I can force my numb brain into formulating a response, he’s already tugging his clothes back on.
When his shirt is back in place, he looks at me again, eyes still molten with heat from everything we just did. “Do you want me to stay?”
The question takes me off guard and for a moment I want to say yes, so I don’t have to be alone again so soon. But the memory of his mouth softening against mine, of the gentleness I couldn’t let myself feel slams through me and I shake my head.
I can’t let that in.
“No.” I snap the word too quickly and with a harsher tone than I intended, but I can’t take it back.
His jaw clenches once before he mutters under his breath, “Never thought I’d be the one used for my body and tossed out, but I get it.”
The words cut in a way I don’t expect, leaving me hollow even as I cling to the fragile wall I’ve forced between us.
I drag myself upright, every muscle heavy and trembling, and push unsteadily toward the bathroom.
The thought of a scalding shower is the only thing keeping me moving.
I don’t notice him crossing the room until his shadow falls over me.
His hand catches my chin, firm enough to tip my face up, and my breath hitches at the suddenness of it.
“We both know I’m not good with comfort,” he says, those blue eyes unflinching as they bore into me. “But if you just need someone to sit with you, come find me, okay?”
The words tug at something in my chest and for a fleeting second, I see the uncertainty in his eyes. As if he’s warring with giving me the space I’m saying I want, or saying to hell with it , and doing what he wants.
Before I can respond, he leans down and presses a quick kiss to my forehead. The warmth of it lingers as he straightens, turns on his heel, and stalks out of the room.
The door shuts behind him with a solid click, leaving me standing in the ruin of my room and the wreckage of everything we just did, wondering if I’m more of a mess than before he walked in.