Chapter 25 #2
“And harass you like every other man that crosses your path? I’d rather die.”
He wrenches himself free, gesturing for me to scoot back on the bed. I do, inching my way up toward the pillows as he crawls over me.
“When I fucked you, it would be because you wanted it, or not at all. Do you want it, Iris?”
I hold his gaze as I spread my legs wide.
“Come and find out.”
In answer, he pushes past my panties, dipping his fingers into me without warning, and finding me soaked.
“Fuck, baby,” he mutters. “Take your top off. I want to look at you.”
I pull the tight shirt over my head, and he groans in relief as my breasts fall.
This isn’t the first time he’s seen my body, and regardless of how this ends, it won’t be the last. We’re too stupid to know when to stop the bleeding. But I don’t mind the way he stares. Elliot’s already seen the worst parts of me.
He dips his head, tonguing my nipples with the cold surface of his piercing before drawing it into his mouth, sucking. The sensation moves through me like wildfire, and my hips start to writhe.
“Do you want me to turn over?” I ask, too eager to wait.
Elliot pulls away, frowning as if I’ve just slapped him.
“You’re joking, right?”
“You don’t like it that way?” I ask.
“Oh, I do. But I like the look in your eye when you come more.”
A blush creeps across my entire body, and Elliot kneels between my legs, stroking my thighs.
“Are you nervous?” I ask, when the minutes tick past, and he still hasn’t moved.
A small smile curls across his dark lips, bright white teeth peeking out as he chuckles.
“No, baby, I’m not nervous.”
“Then what are you waiting for?”
His head cocks and his ears flatten as he leans forward, boxing me in with his arms.
“Do you have any idea how many times I’ve pictured this? How many times I’ve lain here with my dick in my hands, imagining myself fucking you like I should’ve been from the very beginning?”
“Should’ve been?”
“Four years,” he says. “For four years, I’ve watched them touch you. Feed you. Fail you.”
His hand comes between us, circling my clit with his thumb.
“I watched them starve you,” he says, voice rough like gravel. “But who do you call when they can’t get the job done? Who makes sure you don’t go to bed hungry? Who knows this body with their eyes closed?”
His fingers stop, and my eyes fly open to find him watching, waiting, and when I don’t speak, he pinches my clit, hard.
“Answer me, Iris.”
“You do,” I gasp.
He nods.
“It should’ve been me,” he says. “Only. Me. This pussy should be mine.”
He kisses me hard, siphoning off my breath until I feel dizzy, but I can’t deny that he’s right.
I’ve wasted so much time running from this all these years.
Supplementing with men not even half his standard.
But he doesn’t know that it is his. That no one makes me as wet as he does.
No one makes me come like he does. That if he had only asked, just once—not some stupid joke or silly threat, but really asked—I would’ve said yes. But he never did.
I know now it’s only because he doesn’t believe he can give me what I deserve, but I still think he’s wrong.
“It is,” I confess. “It is yours.”
Elliot growls, kissing his way across my body.
“For now,” he says, unaware of just how wrong he is.
I don’t think I’ll ever find satisfaction with anyone else after this, but we’re lying tonight, so I don’t correct him as he grips my hips and positions himself at my entrance.
“Take a deep breath,” he demands.
“Elliot, this isn’t my first time.”
“It is with me. And if you don’t want it to be your last, I’m going to need you to do as you’re told. Take a deep breath.”
My eyes roll as I inhale.
“Good,” he murmurs, low in his throat. “Now, slowly let it out.”
As I exhale, he inches his way into me. And I’m grateful for his direction as my body works to accommodate his size. But the relief is short-lived, and I quickly run out of air, gasping as he fills me.
“Oh, gods!” I cry.
He wasn’t lying, and he wasn’t boasting either. He was warning me.
His dick feels like nothing I’ve ever had before.
Nothing like any man I’ve ever tasted and certainly nothing like the toy he’d given me.
At least his replica is pliable. It has some give.
The stiff silicone conforms to me. But Elliot is hard as a rock, unyielding, forcing my body to make room for him.
I groan into his chest, and my pleasure is echoed by Elliot’s own grating sounds.
He is still for a moment, fist grinding into the pillow by my head as he finds his balance.
“Fucking hells, you’re tight.”
“No,” I say. “You’re huge.”
He laughs a little, settling into me as we wait for the pain to subside.
“It’s not the same, is it?” he asks, already knowing my answer.
I shake my head and bite down on my lip as little sparks of heat spread out from the place he stretches me open.
“Better? Or worse?”
“Better,” I whisper. “Definitely better.”
His eyes slide shut, and he breathes between clenched teeth as he starts to move, ever so slightly.
“To be fair,” he groans. “I don’t think I’ve ever been this hard in my life.”
He thrusts into me, harder this time, and I cling to his broad shoulders as he sets a steady pace. But the fire he is stoking is growing fast, and with every pump of his hips, I feel myself cracking.
My power seeps out of the fissures, rushing through me, as heat sparks, and my vision blurs. But even as my jaws begin to ache, it isn’t until Elliot lets out a deep groan and power responds that I realize what’s happening.
“Oh, gods!” I shout, throwing my arms over my face.
Elliot stills.
“Iris? Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”
His deep voice is panicked, a tone I’ve never heard before, and guilt and shame mix in my stomach as I mutter his least favorite answer.
“No, I’m fine.”
“Do you want me to stop?” he asks.
“No,” I blurt, holding tight to his arms. That’s the last thing I want. “I just…I just need a second.”
I clench my eyes and fist my hands tight as I focus on quelling the shift, but the tension in my body only makes Elliot nervous, and he pries at my wrists, coaxing me to come out.
“Baby,” he mutters. “You’re scaring me.”
“I know. I’m sorry. It’s not you. I just-this has never happened before. I don’t know—”
“Iris, stop rambling and just show me.”
He wrenches my arms down, revealing the many shark-like teeth in my mouth, and the long, lethal claws and red-rimmed eyes, and I cringe as I brace for his reaction.
“I don’t understand,” he says. “What’s wrong?”
“What’s wrong? Look at me,” I snap.
Elliot cocks his head, ears pinned.
“I am looking at you. I’m always looking at you,” he confesses. “You’re so beautiful, I can’t stop looking at you.”
He dives down, pressing his mouth to my throat as he finds his pace again.
“Your lips.” Kiss. “Those eyes.” Kiss. “Your teeth.” Kiss. “These claws.”
He fists my wrists, pressing them into the sheets above my head.
“I want all of you,” he says, thrusting deeper. “Every inch.”
His words sweep over my ear, the whisper of his breath sending a chill down my spine.
“You don’t have to hide from me, Iris. You were made to devour men like me, and I plan on letting you.”
Before I can even think to contradict him, he shifts, lifting my hips from the bed and roping my legs around his waist.
“Now, I’m going to fuck you, because I think I might die if I don’t, and I’m not going to stop unless you make me.”
I nod, cheeks flush with need, pussy aching as he lies still inside me.
“Okay,” I say lamely.
He smiles, before gripping my hips and drilling into me.
I try not to whine like a whimpering baby when his pace grows brutal, but eventually my mind is swept up in the pleasure, and I resign myself to becoming a puddle in his arms. He doesn’t go slow, not anymore. I’m not even sure he could if he wanted to.
His desire has peaked, and he’s chasing something, but I’m too distracted by his flavor to care. He tastes like mint and sugar, a perfect blend of us, and I feast on him until I’ve had my fill and I’m crying out for him to release me.
“Please,” I plead. “I can’t!”
“Yes, you can. And you will.”
His hand grips my jaw, holding me still while he kisses me into the sheets.
“It’s too much,” I whine against his lips.
“No such thing.”
My voice runs silent as the scrape of his piercing sends my body over the edge, and I gasp, soundlessly, as a rush of fluid pours out of me, coating his abs and the bed beneath us.
In response, Elliot groans.
“Fuck, that’s even better in person.”
He slips out when the tremors stop, turning me over and driving back into me with a single thrust.
“Is my princess tired?” he asks, pressing a kiss to my shoulder.
I shake my head, body still vibrating with remnants of my release.
“Good. I’m not done with you yet.”
His hand comes around my face, fingers pushing past my lips and into my mouth, where he tells me to suck. I do as I’m told until he’s satisfied, and he pulls back, gripping my hips so I cannot run as he pushes his fingers into my ass.
But I’m not going anywhere. For once in my life, I finally feel full.
For once in my life, someone is giving me pleasure for pleasure’s sake, and I’m not ready to let it go. But as Elliot drives me towards my limit for the second time, I’m reminded that he is a very, very good liar.