25. Twenty Five
I not-so-gently grip Elva”s hand, dragging her through the halls, desperately needing to get her alone. I drag her all the way upstairs, the journey far longer than it”s ever felt before, until finally, we reach our rooms. I push her into my bedroom, all pretenses of trying to be gentle gone, slamming the door behind us.
Nervously, she takes a few stepsawayfrom where I lean against it.
”Kai-” she starts at the same time that I ask, ”How?”
”It”s hard to explain.”She fiddles with her fingers.
”Try.”I knew she was hiding something, but all this time, I assumed it wassomethingpersonal, not that she could be harboring such power, keeping it from everyone in the castle.
”I can feel and influence others” emotions,”she finally explains, easing her wild hair back from her face. For the second time in two days, there are blood splatters across her beautiful face, streaking through her blonde waves.
I supply the part she hasn”t said out loud, ”Through touch.”
She nods. ”I only need to touch them once, and then I can control them any time they”re close.”
All the pieces start falling into place. The market whensheflinched at every person who grazed her, forcing her to feel every single one of their terror. Using Farhan and Tirriel”s own obvious desires against them to become the exact person they wanted her to be so they would like her.
She stands frozen on the carpet, watching me for a reaction. I”m almost too busy admiringthe waythe scarlet liquid runs down her cheek. Part of me is so captivated by her delicious violence, the way she exacted her revenge without lifting a finger. But the other part of me, the one I”m usually too proud to admit exists, is slightly afraid of her.
I”ve never been afraid of anything. And yet, in less than 48 hours, I”ve found myself afraid of losingherand then afraid of whatshemight do to me.
And I”ve never needed to have someone as severely as I do my powerful, maniacal Elva. Damn the consequences.
Slowly, finger by finger, I remove a glove as I ask her more questions, my curiosity about her abilities getting the best of me. ”You were willing to touch Maren, Colm, and Tirriel. Why?”
Her eyes are locked on my hands, trepidation and lust taking over her expression. ”Doesn”t work on Fae, apparently.”
”And the others?”The glove hits the floor in front of me before I start working on the other.
”I needed to be able to manipulate them,”she admits, licking her lips as she continues staring at mynowbare hand. It aches to feel her skin, to grip her soft hair, to bring her pleasure unlike anything she”s ever known.
”And why not me?”I ask the question, the only one thatreally matters, and the oneI”m almost certain she won”t answer.
”I,”she stutters, ”I don”t— I don”t know.”
”Yes, you do.”The glove joins its match on the floor, and I take one deliberate step toward my Elva. ”So just tell me.”
Nerves creep into her face as I stalk closer, stepping toward something neither of us can come back from. Just a single touch from Elva would give her enough power to completely and utterly ruin me. And yet, that”s a price I”ll happily pay if it means even a moment of feeling her perfection.
”I didn”t want to feel yours.”She shrugs, eyes finally meeting mine.
”Why?”
”I don”t know,” she tells me again.
”Did you think that just because you couldn”t feel it, you would somehow be safe from how I feel about you?”She swallows, not answering at all. ”Have you convinced yourself all this time that you could hide from this? From you and me?”
Silence.
”You cannot hide from me, my sweet,”I tease, stepping so close that she must tilt her head to look at me. ”And you cannot go on pretending like you don”t already know that I crave you. That I think of nothing but you.”
”Obviously I know that you want me,”she scoffs, the sound entirely unconvincing. ”But that doesn”t mean anything. You”re attracted to me, and obviously, I”m attracted to you, but there”s no reason to pretend it”s anything more than that.”
”So that”s it, then.”I finally understand. ”You”ve convinced yourself that this is nothing more than lust, and as long as you hide from how I feel, you don”t have to face that your need mirrors mine. That this bone-deep, agonizing, horrid longing lives inside you, too.”
”It doesn”t,”she bites out.
I chuckle, gazing down at my Elva, my gorgeous houseguest, my wicked, bloody, delicious mess of a woman. Burying both hands in her hair to lock her against me, I whisper just inches away from her mouth, ”Liar.”
And then, finally, I kiss her. A desperate press of my lips to hers, rough and possessive, holding her captive against me. She gasps, and I take the opportunity to taste her mouth, sweeping my tongue along hers. A small moan escapes her, the sound lighting my blood on fire, so I do it again.
She stands frozen, as lost as I am to the kiss. When I pull her bottom lip between my teeth, she finally loses the battle against her body, grabbing me by my hips to pull me even closer, moaning when she feels the very obvious effect she has on me.
She tugs at the bottom of my shirt, pulling it from where it”s tucked into my pants. Not willing to waste any more fucking time, I rip the stupid thing over my head, throwing it behind me so I can finally have her hands on me.
Her soft fingers dance nervously across my lower stomach, and Ialmost lose it right then, ending this before it even begins. I moan into her mouth before letting my lips trace a line down her jawline and onto her neck. With one hand in her hair and the other gripping her perfect backside so I can grind against her, I leave soft, wet kisses on every inch I can reach.
I suck on the spot behind her ear, and she moans again, sighing my name. I”ll never tire of that sound, the desperate way she says it while she clings to me. I need more, louder, longer. I need her screaming it.
”My Elva,”I practically growl in her ear before biting the soft cartilage, and her fingernails scratch down my back when I do, driving me further into madness.
With tenderness I don”t feel, I reach for the bottom of her shirt, lifting itupover her head. Through the small piece of clothing underneath it, her breasts scream for my attention, the hard peaks poking through. The bra comes off next, her gorgeous tits bouncing when they”re finally freed.
I groan,instantlylatching my mouth around one and making Elva cryout.Flicking my tongue against it over and over, I make my Elva pant and moan, her hips moving against me, desperately seeking the pleasure she knows I”m going to give her.
Releasing her nipple, I move to the other, gently biting it. Her small scream makes my eyes roll back in my head, the sound so wild and primal I feel it all the way into my spine.
I ease her nipple out of my mouth with one last soothing lick, working my mouth back up between her tits, up her throat, all the way until I find her perfect, kiss-swollen lips, burying my tongue between them again.
Walking us back toward the bed, I stop once the back of her knees hit the side, pushing her to sit. Finally. The word rings out in my head again. Finally, I get to have my darling girl all to myself, in my bed where she belongs. No secrets. Well, almost none. But that”s tomorrow”s dilemma. Tonight”s only problem should be that there”s no way she”ll be able to handle coming for me asmany timesas I need her to.
I push against her sternum until she”s laid flat, like that day in the library when she came so sweetly for me. All I wanted that day was to taste her and lick between those shapely legs until they were shaking.
And now, that”s exactly what I”m going to do.
I lean over her, chastely kissing her lips again before moving down her body, paying attention to each hard peak of her breasts again on the way down, taking my time until she”s writhing, her fingers clenched in the bedding.
Holding onto the waistband of her pants, I gently order, ”Lift.”
Biting her lips, she does as she”s told, lifting her hips just enough that I can work the clothing and underwear down her legs, leaving wet kisses all the way down until I”m on my knees before her, taking the last bit of clothing from her and throwing it behind me.
”Spread,”I tell her, wanting her to open her legs for me, to show me how badly she wants this instead of me doing it for her.
Silently, her knees drift apart, and my mouth waters at the sight of her. Her center is calling my name, already soaking wet, and the vision is something I”ll never forget. ”Oh, Elva,”I groan, licking and kissing up her inner thigh. ”You”re so gorgeous. Fuck, I can”t wait to make you come on my tongue.”
”Kai,”she swallows around the desire clogging her words. ”You don”t have to—”
Gently, I slap her inner thigh, ”Let”s get one thing straight. I never do something I don”t want to. So if I say spread your pretty legs so I can lick your cunt and make you scream, it”s because it”s exactly what I want to be doing.”
Her jaw drops at the vulgar language, but she relents, leaning her head back as I work closer and closer to my destination. Her moans and sighs fill my head, urging me on until I reach her soaked core. Using my fingers to spread her lips, I give her one long, slow, thorough lick.
She launches up from the bed, sitting upright with a shout.
I look up at her from my position of worship at her altar, ”What”s wrong?”
She blinks. ”I— that”s just really intense. Far more than through the clothes.”
”Yeah?”I chuckle, holding her legs open to lean in and do it again, and she makes an almost pained sound. ”Too intense?”
Shaking her head, she answers, ”No, just new intense.”
”No one has done this to you before,”I comment.
She doesn”t answer, but she doesn”t need to. I gently bite on her inner thigh, sucking the skin into my mouth to leave a gorgeous purple bruise. ”You”ve been sleeping with the wrong people, my Elva. This pussy should be worshiped.”I push her until she”s flat on her back once again, easing her legs over my shoulders. ”It should be licked.”I lick her opening, gathering all the magnificence dripping from it. ”Sucked.”I suck her clit into my mouth, and she cries out again. ”And fucked by someone who craves your pleasure as much as their own.”
She moans my name again, and I work my tongue against her clit while my fingers tease her opening. The second any part of me goes inside her, I might lose the battle of keeping myself from finishing too soon, but gods, it might be worth it just to feel her wrapped around my fingers.
I slide my two middle fingers inside her at the same time as I softly suck on her clit, making her moan so loudly anyone in the hallway could hear her. Gently, I work her open, the hot, wet walls of her feeling so fucking good on my fingers that I”m dying to get her wrapped around my cock. She”ll be so perfect, stuffed so full of me it aches, and she”s going to love every fucking second.
Eyes closed, I keep working her towards that peak, slowly and thoroughly prolonging it until she”s wiggling, trying to control the motions and how I please her.
With a chuckle, I slow even more, languidly pressing my fingers against her front wall until she shouts my name. I groan against her, the sound vibrating against her cunt. Suddenly, her fingers buryintomy hair, holding me roughly right where I want to be. I moan into her again, and her legs twitch, trying to close around my head.
Licking between my fingers, I try to reach my tongue as far inside her as possible, needing more of her flavor, savoring every drop, before I return my attention to her clit, pressing my tongue flat against itwhileI fuck her with my fingers.
Her moans turn into desperate whimpers, the frantic, high-pitched sounds drowning out the sound of my fingers working in and out, bringing her closer and closer to her peak. The brutal grip on my hair makes me delirious with pleasure, moaning and groaning with her as her legs start to shake.
After one last hard suck of her swollen, needy clit she falls over the edge, her body clenching around my fingers as she chants my name over and over, the sound a plea and curse all in one. I work her through it, wanting every last moment of her pleasure until she can take no more.
With a greedy moan, she sits up and uses her grip on my hair to pull me towards her, her lips meeting mine. Her mouth opens instantly for me, and I slide our tongues together. She moans at the taste of herself on me, ravenous for it.
”Fuck me,”she pants against my lips, tugging at my waistband. ”Now.”
Everything in me freezes for a second, utterly dumbfounded by how badly she wants this and how needy she is for me.
I nod, not tearing my lips from hers. Together, we clamber up to the center of the bed, leaving me kneeling betweenherspread legs, watchinghernaked and flushed body assheheaves in big breaths.
I already know how gorgeous every inch of her is, but I”m struck by her perfectiononceagain. Every dip and curve, every dimple. I want to lick and bite every single one and explore her body for days. Weeks, even.
Any hope I had of remaining in control is long gone; nothing but a frantic, sloppy desperation remains in its wake.
I pull at the drawstring of my pants, Elva”s wide eyes tracking the motion. I barely manage to contain a groan as I”m finally free, my painfully hard cock already dripping as I stroke it, attempting to ease the ache. Elva”s brows pinch, her jaw falling further open at the sight. If I had any capacity for thought left, I might be flattered at her reaction, but as it is, all I can think about is how soon I can have her wrapped around me.
”Elva,”a plea of her name escapes me, and in response, she reaches her hand to meet mine, the contact of her soft, warm hand wrapped around my cock, forcing a hiss from between my teeth. I release, letting her take control of me, letting her have me however she wants.
Slowly, so fuckingslowly, she works her hand up and down my shaft, the pleasure already so intense it”s mind-numbing. A groan leaves my lips, and the little goddess beneath me smirks, lust and pride written across her face, more open and vulnerable than I”ve ever seen her. My hips move of their own accord, fucking into her hand as I lean forward to rest both hands beside her head, our gazes locked on her hand working me into a frenzy. Her thumb sweeps across the tip, gathering another bead forming there, and I can”t fucking take it any longer, knocking her hand away before she makes me come in her hand like a fucking virgin.
”Elva,”I repeat her name, the two syllables closer to a growl than anything remotely human. I use my knee to knock her legs further apart, the heaven between them calling my name. Nestling myself closer to that sweet salvation, my cock grazes against the wetness gathering, and we both moan at the contact.
Her head falls back against the pillow, eyes glazed with lust as they stare up at me. They slip closed as she waits for me to take her, as if she could close them against the onslaught of pleasure I”m about to bring her.
Instead, I sink one hand into the hair at the nape of her neck, gripping hard enough that her eyes fly open. While my dick is notched right at her entrance, another growl escapes me, ”No, my love. You”re going to watch while your gorgeous cunt takes me for the first time. You”ll watch as your body takes every fucking inch, as it stretches wide open for me, and then while it gushes all that sweetness all over me.”
An almost pained whimper escapes her, and she nods, a blush at my depraved words coloring her cheeks further.
Fucking finally, I punch my hips forward, sinking all the way inside her, the warmth wrapping around me like a vice as she inhales sharply. With a groan, I rest my forehead against hers, staying still long enough to let her body adjust.
She wiggles beneath me, and my eyes slip closed against my will, the exquisite squeeze of her walls sliding up and down me with every motion driving me closer to madness.
As gently as I can in my current state, I retreat until only the tip remains inside her, and we can both see the evidence of how drenched she is. ”Oh, baby,”I groan, my grip on her hair tightening and making her moan, ”Look at that. Look how fucking wet you are, how my cock is already soaked. So,”I plunge forward, drawing a cry from her lips, ”fucking,”I repeat the action, pulling out and punching in again, ”gorgeous.”Again, I pull out and thrust inside her, her moans and mine filling the air.
A frustrated cry escapes her at my slow, taunting thrusts, her hands grabbing frantically at me as if she could force me to move faster by sheer will alone. Instead, I continue the dragging, utterly drugging motion, slowly sawing in and out, grinding against her clit with every push. Elva”s moans and cries as she writhes beneath me are the sweetest symphony of tortured bliss.
”Please,”the single word escapes her lips when she can take no more.
Goosebumps break out across my skin, and I groan, her whimpered plea turning my world upside down. Leaning downso I canwhisper against her ear, I ask, ”Please what, baby?”before gently biting down on the soft flesh.
She whimpers again, ”Just… more. Please. Harder, faster, I don”t know, just more.”
With a growl, I pick up my pace, rocking my hips against hers again and again, rolling until I hit that spot inside of her that makes her gasp every single time, her cries and wandering hands becoming more frantic the closer I bring her to the release she needs.
”Fuck— you feel so perfect,”I confess, unable to keep it inside when she”s splayed out and taking every inch of me like she was made for it. Like I was made to give it to her. That truth almost escapes, too, but she”s not ready for that yet. Instead, I double my efforts, riding her into the bed harder and harder.
Her hot, wet walls flutter around me as we both watch how I split her open. The squelch of her cunt taking me over and over is an obscene, delicious sound, mixing with her frantic cries. My name falls from her lips, the sound so pained and needy that my hips stutter for a moment, lost in the sensory overload of having her beneath me like this.
”Come on, Elva,”I pant, needing her to come more than I”ve ever needed anything in my life. ”Give it to me. I”ve got you, gorgeous.”
With a gasping cry, she falls over the edge, her pussy rhythmically squeezing me, her nails leaving scores down my arm and back as she does. Her perfection soaks me, the wet slaps accompanying her cries of ecstasy bringing me too close to my own release, pleasure filling my whole body. Slowing down, I work her through her peak. Her moans turn into whimpers of overstimulation, and I release my grip on her hair, letting her head fall back onto the pillow.
Her slightly dazed green eyes meet mine, a small smile gracing her beautiful, flushed face. I rest both forearms beside her head, cradling it between them to kiss her again. She opens for me, her tongue dancing with mine as we move our bodies together in perfect sync. Everything within me wars. I want to stay here like this all night, slowly grinding into her, showing her devotion unlike she”s ever known. At the same time, I want to fuck her into oblivion, make her scream and cry and beg for mercy, make her so fucking messy and needy she”ll never again question where she belongs.
But there will be time for that later.
For now,all I want isto make her fall apart around me again and fill her with my spend.
I pull her bottom lip between my teeth, playfully tuggingonit and letting it snap back into place, bringing a smile onto my girl”s face. ”I want one more,”I tell her, followed by a bruising kiss of teeth and tongues and teeth that makes her groan and her hot walls flex around me. ”Reach between your legs and rub your pretty little clit for me.”
Her jaw drops, but she obeys, easing one of her hands down to where our bodies meet. At the first contact, she flinches from the sensitivity, whining. A growl of approval leaves my throat, and I punch my hips forward, setting a steady, almost brutal pace while she rubs that sweet bundle of nerves.
Eyes pinched closed, mouth wide open with endless moans, she looks so perfect and feels so fucking incredible that I”m nearing my peak, warmth growing low in my belly.
”Keep going, baby- fuck yeah, don”t stop rubbing it until you come all over me,”the words leave my mouth in a rush. She nods, brows scrunched in concentration as her moans grow louder and her legs start to twitch. I groan, ”Good girl, Elva.”The praise makes her moan again, her body coiling tighter and tighter beneath me as we both get closer to our peaks. I bury my face into her neck, panting against her to make sure she hears every single word right in her ear, ”You”re doing so well, gorgeous. Gods, you”re so wet, so hot, you”re gonna make me come.”
A sharp cry leaves her mouth, the proof of how much she loves it spurring me on further.
”Is that what you want, my Elva?”I growl, more animal than man, ”You want me to come inside you? Fuck— you want me to fill your little body with cum? You want to be dripping with it, don”t you? So deep inside you that you feel me for days.”
She frantically nods, her shrill cries filling the room. I feel myself nodding with her because fuck, that”s what I want, too. Every nerve in my body is firing, the base of my cock begging me to keep moving inside her, keep fucking this perfect girl until I can”t move any longer. ”Fuck. Gods above, Elva, I need you to come. Come for me, and I”ll fucking give it to you.”
Her breathing stalls, but her wicked fingers don”t, rubbing the spot where we meet for one second. Two. And then the damn breaks, and she screams my name, her pussy convulsing around me and pulling me over the edge with her. I groan again and again, pumping stream after stream of spend inside her as her body tries to pull me in deeper.
Riding out the high, I mumble unintelligible half-praises, telling her how good she is, how much I love being inside her, and gods know what else, my mind entirely lost to the overwhelming pleasure of finally having her.
Still buried to the hilt, I lift my head to look at her face. She”s completely blissed out, eyes closed, mouth slightly open, cheeks and ears perfectly pink. I place soft kisses against her cheeks,her jaw, and herneck until she giggles and opens her glazed eyes to look at me.
”You alright?”I ask, and she nods, smiling at me and making my chest feel both uncomfortably tight and blissfully warm at the same time. Easing out of her warmth, wishing I could stay there forever, I kiss her jaw again before standing. ”Stay right there. I”ll get you cleaned up.”
”Oh,”she clears her throat. ”No, that”s alright. I can—”
”Elva,”I place my hands beside her head again, trapping her in the bed. ”Please let me take care of you.”
Timidly, she nods, ”Okay.”
As quickly as I can, I walk into the bathroom, grab a small towel, and wet it in the basin before returning to the very naked woman waiting for me. I climb and kneel between her legs again, spreading them to see a vision that will remain in my mind for the rest of time.
A small moan leaves my throat, ”So fucking beautiful.”Elva blushes, unsure how to respond. I can see how her fingers itch to cover herself, to hide again. Rather than let her, I gently run my hands up her inner thighs, spreading her farther and telling her exactly how much I love the sight before me, ”You look so pretty right now. Naked and dripping with me. I want you spread wide and full of my cum like this every night.”
”Kai,”she chokes out my name, shocked by the filthy words.
”What, baby? You can”t shy away from it now, not when I”m literally wiping my spend from between your perfect thighs.”I tease, grabbing the towel again to gently clean the mess we made.
”Kai,” she repeats, and I chuckle.
Mess cleaned, I dispose of the towel, climbing into bed beside Elva, pulling her into my chest and burying my nose into her hair. She seems unsure, like part of her is ready to flee at any moment. And I”m sure she is, but I won”t let her. Instead, I pull her closer, and she relaxes in my hold, sinking into it with a sigh. Absent-mindedly, I play with her hair, listening to her breathing slow until I”m certain she”s sound asleep.
As the high wears off and my mind wanders to what comes tomorrow, I”m left with an aching dreadin my chest. How am I supposed to lethergo now? She”s no longer safe anywhere. Any enemy I have, anyone who might decide to become my enemy, they”ll all go after her now.The only way I can guarantee her safety isby ensuring she stays here.
But she won”t.
She”stoo ambitious, too headstrong, and so sure of her morals. She”ll never choose to stay by my side.
If I take that choice from her, she”ll never forgive me. But if I let her go and someone harms her, I”ll never forgive myself.
I”m lying to myself if I think it”s even a question of what I”ll do. I know who I am, what kind of man I am.
So, while my Elva rests peacefully in my arms for what will probably be the last time, I soak in every moment. Every sigh, every time she nuzzles a bit closer into my chest, every twitch of her limbs. All the while, the ache in my chest grows, knowing that from this moment forward, in her eyes, I will be the very villain she feared I was when she arrived.