Chapter 27 #3
His tongue sweeps over my mine, tasting faintly of blood and sending another tiny shiver rippling through me. My hands sink into his hair, and he lets me tangle them in the strands as I kiss him like my life depends on it.
Every cell in my body is screaming for Elliott Faulkner. Fuck the past, fuck the danger– in this moment, I just want him so much it fucking aches. And for the first time since waking up at James’ mansion, I stop wondering what any of this means, because I know. I feel it in my marrow.
I gasp against his mouth as he lifts me in his arms, my feet leaving the ground and my legs winding instinctively around his waist. Then he turns us, my back meeting the rough bark of a tree as his hard body cages me in from the front.
He rolls his hips, the obscene bulge in his jeans riding right against my soaked center, and I pant as I grind against him shamelessly.
His hands are everywhere– one gripping my ass, the other roaming under my shirt and palming my tit.
I’m so lost in it that I don’t even realize his hand has wandered lower until I hear the sound of fabric ripping as he tears my shorts from my body.
Then his fingers are pressing inside me, his thumb rubbing my clit in tight, ruthless circles.
He breaks our kiss to watch my face, and I moan as he pumps two fingers in and out, stretching me.
“Eli,” I choke, the word barely out before he claims my mouth again. My hips jerk, back arching against the rough bark of the tree, but he just presses me harder into it, using his weight to pin me in place.
His fingers thrust in deep and I whimper, grabbing his wrist to try to slow him down or speed him up– I don’t even know which.
He keeps going, faster, deeper, until I’m shaking and so close to coming undone it hurts.
Then he pulls back again, his hand stilling while I make a strangled noise of protest.
“Please,” I pant, not above begging for it.
“Fuck, you’re so perfect,” he groans, wrapping an arm around my waist and shoving his jeans down with his other hand. “Every fucking time.”
He frees his massive cock, my thigh quaking as he drags the broad tip of it through my wetness.
“Ready?” he rasps.
“Now,” I demand, bucking against him.
He slams into me in one brutal thrust, bottoming out with a stretch so intense my eyes roll back.
It’s too much, too good, and for a second I just clamp down around him, my whole body pulsing with the force of it.
Then he starts to move, my hands clutching desperately at his shoulders as I cry out in bliss.
Elliott catches my wrists and pins them above my head, holding them there with one hand against the tree trunk. The fingers of his other hand dig bruises into my hip as he hammers into me relentlessly, the coil in my belly winding tighter with every savage thrust.
I swear each time with him is better than the last. He knows exactly where to touch; exactly how to wind me up like a doll and drive me to the brink of ruin.
I quickly lose track of where my own body ends and his begins, raw pleasure unfurling in my core with every drag of his thick cock through my tight channel.
“Mine,” he snarls, rutting into me like a man possessed. “My bonded.”
“Yes,” I pant, my head falling back as he fucks me even harder, my clit grinding obscenely against his pubic bone with every thrust.
He buries his face in my neck, his fangs scraping against my skin– a warning and a promise all at once.
He doesn’t bite down, but I unravel all the same, my orgasm tearing through me violently.
I come hard, clenching around him as I gush all over his dick.
He fucks me through it, not slowing as I shudder and moan.
“That’s it,” he murmurs into the shell of my ear. “Make me a mess, little mortal. Fucking soak me.”
I’m still coming when a guttural groan tears from his throat, hips jerking as he empties inside me. We cling to each other, trembling, fighting for breath as we ride out our climaxes before slowly coming back into ourselves.
For a few long seconds, neither of us moves. Then Elliott slowly pulls out, gently lowering me back to my feet. My knees instantly buckle, but he’s quick to catch me, supporting my weight as he tucks himself away and pulls his jeans back up one-handed.
“Fuck,” I pant, gazing up at him through my lashes. “You were holding out on me, Doc.”
He grins, and the look on his face is so damn smug I want to slap him and kiss him at the same time. “I could fuck you for days on end and it still wouldn’t be enough,” he growls.
A fresh wave of heat scorches through my veins.
Goddamn, the mouth on this man.
In the next blink, Elliott literally sweeps me off my feet, cradling me against his chest. I’m still breathless, my legs shaking, pussy throbbing with the aftershocks of being thoroughly fucked. He presses a soft kiss to my forehead, then brushes my sweaty hair back from my face.
“You okay?” he rasps, annoyingly attentive as ever.
I nod weakly, wrapping my arms around his neck and nuzzling into his shoulder. “Take me home,” I whisper.