Chapter 19 #4
His gaze rakes over my bare body before settling on my face again, one dark brow lifting. “Are you certain you want this?” he asks, his voice calm and steady as ever.
“Yes,” I breathe.
He says nothing. Instead, he lifts his hand from his cock and extends it toward me, fingers slipping beneath my chin to tip it up.
He studies me in the same way he studies everything else– looking for inconsistencies, hesitation, or variables he hasn’t accounted for. Searching for any reason to stop.
When he finds none, a slow breath leaves him, like he’s grappling with his own self-control.
“Then there’s one condition,” he says, dark eyes boring into mine. “For your safety, you will follow my lead.”
My belly dips.
“No provoking me,” he warns. “No testing boundaries to see how I’ll respond. I decide the pace. I decide when we continue, and I decide when we stop.” He pauses, jaw flexing. “You will trust my judgment. If, at any point, you cannot do that, this ends immediately.”
Something in the certainty of it makes another shiver race down my spine. Not because it scares me, but the opposite.
Outside the bedroom, being told what to do makes every rebellious instinct I possess rear its head.
I’ve spent my entire life pushing back against authority, questioning rules, and doing the exact opposite of what people expected simply because they expected it.
But when it comes to sex, there’s freedom in relinquishing control.
To trust someone else to lead and just simply feel.
His thumb presses gently against my chin. “Do you understand?”
I nod.
“Say it out loud.”
“Yes.”
He lowers his hand, exhaling through his nose. “You’re free to change your mind at any point,” he adds. “The moment you decide you’re finished, you tell me.”
“I won’t,” I blurt.
One dark brow arches as he wraps his hand around his girth again, the corner of his mouth curling ever so slightly. “We’ll see about that.”
Challenge accepted, asshole.
Elliott shifts forward in his chair, angling the broad head of his cock toward my mouth. “Open.”
I do without hesitation.
He feeds it to me inch by inch, his other hand resting on my head to guide me. He’s big, and I struggle to take it all, but the look in his eyes when I gag as he bumps the back of my throat is absolutely worth the effort.
“Fuck,” he groans, reaching for my hands and settling them on his thighs. “Keep your hands here. If it’s too much, tap twice.”
I hum in acknowledgement, eliciting another groan from deep in his chest.
His fingers thread into my hair and he takes exactly what he wants, guiding my pace. Slow at first, then faster, holding me still so he can fuck my face.
It’s filthy and so fucking hot I can barely stand it.
I hollow out my cheeks, sucking hard, swirling my tongue against his velvety underside. I completely lose myself in it, letting him use me, letting the submission roll over me until I’m aching for release all over again.
At some point, Valentina quietly excuses herself, slipping out of the apartment. I don’t really know when. With Elliott’s cock down my throat, I don’t really care.
He pulls out just before he comes, stroking himself once, twice, then shooting hot and salty across my tongue. I swallow, dizzy with relief, slumping back on my heels.
I’m still glassy-eyed and panting when Elliott scoops me up like I weigh nothing, cradling my body in his powerful arms and carrying me back over to the sofa. He lays me out carefully, folding my arms behind my back before kneeling between my legs, his hands roaming up my bare thighs.
“I’ve been starved to taste you since we first met,” he growls, jaw flexing.
“Then do it,” I pant, bucking my hips.
His eyes glint as he lowers his head and licks a slow stripe up my slit. I choke on a gasp, crying out as he starts lapping at my pussy, dipping inside me and teasing until I’m shaking.
He’s so good at it. When he focuses in on my clit, every flick of his tongue is calculated to make me scream. And when it starts vibrating with vampire speed, I do until my throat’s raw, coming so hard my ears ring.
He doesn’t stop. He keeps going, not letting up until I’m squirming away from him, over-sensitive and raw.
“Do you need to stop?” he murmurs, the gravelly tone of his voice making my toes curl.
I shake my head, too gone to form words.
His lips spread into a grin as he grabs me by the waist, hauling me up onto his lap. He positions me with my back to his chest, draping my thighs over his and spreading me wide.
“Come for me again, little mortal,” he rumbles in my ear, reaching down to slide two fingers inside me. He curls them just right to hit the spot, rubbing his thumb against my swollen clit.
I cry out, my head falling back against his shoulder as pleasure washes over me in waves. His other arm bands around my waist, holding me firm until I’m coming again, convulsing so hard I nearly black out.
Maybe I do. Because the last thing I remember is Elliott tucking me against his chest, smoothing my hair, and whispering, “Mine.”