Chapter 29
Elijah
My dreams are unfolding right in front of me.
She gives me that smile—soft, nervous, beautiful—and then she starts to crawl onto the bed. Slowly and unhurried, like she understands exactly what it’s doing to me and chooses to make me suffer through every second of it.
Each movement is deliberate—torture dressed up as beauty and grace.
I'm surprised I have this much restraint because this has been a long time coming.
The curve of her hips draws me in first, her fuckable, rounded ass that's begging to be spanked, then the smooth line of her back, and I have to clench my hands just to stop myself from reaching for her.
The emerald green of her underwear against her skin is almost cruel in how perfectly it suits her, like she picked it knowing I wouldn't be able to look away.
My body is already strung tight, ready to snap. Every instinct in me screams to flip her onto her back and bury myself inside her without another second wasted.
But I don't.
I don't want to rush this.
I have all night to savour her, to discover the sounds she makes in every position I can bend her into. All night to take my time, exploring every inch of her body until she is trembling, completely overwhelmed, and begging for more.
She turns onto her back, settling against the pillows, watching me from beneath her eyelashes.
I step forward until my legs reach the end of the bed.
“Open your legs for me.”
She obeys without hesitation. The blush on her cheeks makes the freckles stand out.
“Did you buy this just for me?” I ask, my fingers brushing the delicate lace at her hips.
She nods, watching me closely. “Do you like it?”
I meet her eyes—my favourite colour in the world—and smile. “I love it.”
My hands settle at her waist. “But I need it off.”
The lace set is gorgeous, and knowing she wore it for me makes me even happier. However, I’m eager to see more of her beautiful body.
I take my time, dragging the fabric down her smooth legs, inch by inch, not rushing a single second of it. Over her knees. Her calves. Down to her ankles and off her small feet, her pink toenails make something in my chest soften despite how hard my cock is.
It's unfair how sweet she looks while driving me completely out of my mind.
I lift her knickers in my hands, bringing them to my nose, and inhale before I can stop myself.
Fucking Christ.
I close my eyes for a second, steadying myself, already feeling the edges of my obsession creeping in like they've always belonged there. If I let myself, I’d spend hours with her riding my face. Morning, afternoon, and night.
I’m already addicted to every single part of her.
“Legs wider, princess. We both know how flexible you are.”
She does as she's told, but I catch the little roll of her eyes. That spark of defiance. Cute. But bratty enough to make me grin.
I lean closer, fingers hovering just above her, and give her pussy a sharp, teasing smack. She gasps, hips jerking up, and I push them back down, enjoying the way she shivers.
“Ouch! What was that for?” she whines, but her legs stay spread.
“You rolled your eyes like a brat.”
Her hands clutch the sheets tighter, nails digging in. “I thought you liked my bratty side.”
“Oh, I do,” I say, my lips lightly kiss her inner thigh. “But in here? In our bed. My rules. This body is mine to taste, to tease, to fuck.”
Her breath hitches. “I… I’m okay with that,” she whispers.
I shake my head. “No, I need you to say it, Willow. I need to hear that you want this. To understand it's okay for me to take control.”
Willow's eyes flash, a mix of fire and want, and her voice comes out stronger this time. “This body is yours. Do whatever you want.”
I groan softly.
Consent is important.
She's the best thing that's happened to me in a long time, and I’ll make sure she knows it every time, for as long as she’ll have me. But in here, in this room, control is mine
“That's my beautiful brat.”
I settle between her legs, my fingers sliding to either side of her heat, spreading her open, like she's been made for me.
Her clit catches my attention first—the piercing glinting, daring me, practically begging to be kissed, licked, teased.
I can't stop myself. My lips ghost over it, soft at first, before I bite down just enough to make her gasp and arch into me.
Her hips jerk, and her legs try to close, and I chuckle dangerously low, catching her legs in my hands.
“Not yet. I’m just getting started with you.”
Little whines slip out of her mouth as she tries to squirm, and I grip her thighs tighter, keeping her exactly where I want.
“Your pussy is dripping for me.”
I trail my tongue along her slit, flicking over the piercing, tasting her in little bursts, watching her body react. Her skin flushes hotter under my mouth, her nails dig into the sheets, and I love how completely she's mine the moment I take control.
She needs this. Just to let go and feel safe, knowing I would never hurt her, but only make her feel good and wanted.
“Elijah, please.”
Her voice shakes as her head falls back, eyes closed, and I can't help but notice her nipples are hard beneath the thin fabric of her bra. I keep licking her as I grind my erection into the bed. Shit, I need her. I don't know why I’m torturing myself when all I want is to be inside her.
I hover above her. “Tell me, princess… what do you want?”
“I… I need to see you. No… I need you inside me. Please… please just fuck me.” She stumbles over her words, desperate and flushed and so beautifully undone.
I push myself up to stand, licking my lips, still tasting her, enjoying the way she watches me now. Her chest rises and falls, head lifting just enough to meet my gaze, lips parting.
“Since you asked so nicely.”
Her tongue darts out as I undo the button of my pants and push them down along with my boxers, stepping out of them and my shoes until I’m standing in front of her.
Hard.
Wanting.
Ready for her.
I know the look Willow is giving me.
The way her eyes drag over me isn't subtle in the slightest, and she doesn't even try to hide it. She doesn't need to, cause I’m hers in every way.
I take pride in looking after my body, and right now I can see exactly how much she enjoys the view.
She shifts backwards on the bed, palms pressing into the sheets as she moves. The fabric wrinkles beneath her, and I notice the darker patch left behind. My attention lingers for half a second before returning to her flushed expression.
“Better close that mouth,” I mused. “Before I decide to put something in it.”
She swallows. “I, erm, forgot how big you are.”
A quiet laugh leaves me as I place one knee on the mattress.
“You forgot when my cock was down your throat?”
Another knee sinks into the bed as I move toward her.
“Or when you had me squeezed between those gorgeous tits of yours?”
I lean near her, hands planted on the mattress near her feet. My attention drifts down her body.
“Will you forget in the morning after I've used your body for my own pleasure?”
I catch her ankle and tug.
She squeaks as she slides down toward me, ending up directly beneath me, breath uneven, happiness and want shining in her eyes.
“No, I just mean,” she gestures downward. “There is no way that's fitting inside me.”
She's adorable. And so fucking wrong.
I smirk, stroking myself slowly. “Oh, we will make it fit, princess. I want you full of my cum in every fucking hole until all you can taste is me.”
I guide myself between her thighs, moving carefully, letting the anticipation stretch. The tip of me brushes against her slit, sliding through the wetness, and she shudders.
Her fingers find my jaw, pulling my attention back to her.
“Elijah, I need you to fuck me now.”
So bossy.
I could just slam inside her, but I want to feel every inch of her swallow me whole. To remember the feeling of sliding home for the very first time.
Squeezing my cock, I ease forward, watching the way her lips part from the stretch. Her fingers tighten slightly against my skin. I'm torn between watching her face—every flicker of sensation she can't hide—and glancing down to see how perfectly our bodies fit together.
She draws me in gradually, welcoming, yielding, until I’m fully inside her and she exhales like she's been holding her breath through the whole thing.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” I groan, my body trembling as every nerve ignites, head dropping to rest against hers.
I’m not even moving, and it's already too much—like I've been chasing a high I didn't know existed, and I just found it in her. Every nerve in my body screams, every pulse reverberates through me, and somehow it all makes sense here, inside her.
She's addictive.
Heaven
Every inch of her folds perfectly under me, and I can't tell where I end and she begins.
“Perfect,” I praise, capturing her lips in a searing kiss before sliding out just slow enough to make her whimper, and then driving back in, hard and fast.
Her small hand presses against my chest, feeling the beating of my heart, while the other twists into the back of my hair, tugging with delicious insistence.
“Oh my god,” she cries out. “Do that again… oh fuck.”
I hum low, letting the vibration brush against her before settling into a steady, punishing rhythm. I've pictured this a thousand times—but nothing, nothing comes close to the real thing.
Absolutely nothing.
“I’m fucked, baby,” I growl, thrusting deeper, faster. “I’ll never get enough of you. Nothing will ever be better than you.”
There's no way this can be a one-time thing or a fleeting part of my life because I don't think I'd survive without her.
Her bra is gone before I even think, the flimsy material sliding to the sides as I bend closer, mouth closing over her nipple.
She arches into me, a sharp gasp breaking from her, nails digging in harder, and the sting in my scalp only makes me drive deeper, faster, chasing that combination of pain and pleasure.