Chapter 30 #2
Honestly, I should be horrified by that statement. Any normal person would be. But I’ve always been hopelessly drawn in by danger, inclined to hold my hands fearlessly over the fire just to relish the burn.
Rather than answering with words, I loop my arms around his neck, hauling him down into a kiss.
He resists for half a second, then gives in– and the moment he does, everything else falls away.
His tongue sweeps into my mouth, hands clamping around my ass and lifting me onto the dresser.
He pins me there, his cock pressed between my thighs as I moan into his mouth.
When he pulls back, we’re both breathless, dangling on the precipice of something both terrifying and thrilling.
“You’re certain?” he rasps, searching my face for any hint of doubt.
“I am.” I stare deeply into his eyes, letting him see the sincerity behind my words. “Now can we stop talking about it and just fuck already?”
Elliott’s lips curl into a grin. He scoops me off the dresser and carries me over to the bed, dropping me onto it.
My body sinks into the mattress as he crawls over me, pinning my wrists above my head with one giant hand.
And even though I said no restraints, I let him hold me there.
Mostly because I like it when I’m at his mercy.
Maybe a little too much.
His other hand slips down my side, finding the curve of my hip, then the heat between my legs. He slides one finger inside, pumping it twice before adding a second. I arch into the sensation, already slick and throbbing for him.
He starts slow, curling his fingers just right, but my patience only lasts a few strokes before I start bucking my hips, grinding into his palm. The way he handles me– like he could break me but absolutely refuses to– is the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever experienced.
My hands twist against his grip, but he doesn’t let up on his ministrations, and I whimper as he drives me closer to the edge with every thrust of his fingers. When he adds his thumb to my clit, I lose it, coming apart under him in a messy, gasping orgasm that leaves me shuddering.
Eli pulls his fingers out and brings them to his mouth, licking them clean. His fangs are out now, sharp and gleaming, and I don’t think I’ve ever been so fucking turned on in my life.
I reach for him, my hands clutching at his shoulders, fingernails sinking in.
“Fuck me,” I pant, hooking a leg around his hips to draw him in closer.
“So needy,” he tuts, rocking back onto his knees and wrapping a hand around the base of his massive cock. He drags the broad tip through my wetness, rubbing it against my oversensitive clit, teasing me until I’m shaking.
“Goddamnit,” I grit out, clawing at him in frustration. “I said–”
“Beg.”
“Wh… what?”
“Beg for it, little mortal,” he growls, slapping his cock against my pussy, then rubbing the tip against my clit again. “Beg for me to tear into that perfect cunt of yours. Beg for me to wreck you, to ruin you for all others.”
“I… oh,” I pant, my eyes rolling back as he actually fucking vibrates his dick against me. “Oh my god, Eli…”
His other hand lifts to collar my throat, dark eyes locked on mine. “Beg.”
“Please,” I whimper, my fingernails dragging down his shoulders, scoring his biceps. “Please fuck me. Please, make me yours…”
He chuckles low in his throat as he rolls me onto my side, dropping onto the bed behind me and shoving his cock between my thighs. I spread them for him automatically, and he hooks his chin over my shoulder, his lips brushing the shell of my ear.
“Greedy girl, I already have,” he murmurs. “You know it. Your body knows it. And this right here…” He hooks my leg over his hip. “It was made for me,” he rasps, sliding inside me in one slow, brutal push.
I cry out– not from pain, but from the sheer fullness; the way he stretches me to my limits. My muscles tense, then slacken, my inner walls fluttering around him as he starts to move.
He fucks me slow at first, spooning me with one arm banded tightly around my waist. I arch into him, taking it all, wanting even more. It isn’t long before he’s pounding into me with a force that should be illegal, every thrust slamming my hips forward.
My arms reach back, fingers threading through his hair and tugging at the strands.
It’s strange, at first, to be touching him like this.
To be unbound while he’s inside me. I like it, though, and I think he does, too.
An inhuman growl tears from his throat as he fucks me harder, deeper, like he’s trying to leave his mark inside me.
His hips slow, then pause as he reaches back for something on the nightstand behind him. I whimper in protest, then hear the drawer sliding open, the sound of a cap popping. He slips a hand between us, and realization dawns when he presses his thumb against my ass.
Lube.
A thrill skitters through me as his thumb circles the tight ring of my ass to spread the lubricant, the tip pushing inside. I gasp, the new sensation sending a jolt through my already overloaded nerves.
“Relax, Beatrix,” he murmurs in my ear. “You can take it.”
He’s right. I can, and I want it. I want this man to wreck me in every way possible.
He keeps working his thumb in, then a finger, stretching my ass slowly as he keeps fucking me in shallow thrusts.
He adds more lube, then a second finger, scissoring them as I cry out from overstimulation.
Even though I know what’s coming, I still tense up when he finally pulls out of my pussy and lines his cock up to my ass.
He soothes me with a hand on my hip, stroking my side.
“My perfect little mortal,” he croons. “My bond. You can take anything I give you.”
I nod like a damn bobblehead, dizzy with need. “Yes. Fuck, yes.”
He pushes in slowly, and the stretch burns, my muscles seizing up on instinct.
His hand continues stroking my side as he eases in a little further, remarkably patient while my body struggles to adjust. Once the head’s in, he pauses to let me breathe and get used to it.
I groan, my head lolling back onto his shoulder.
“Jesus, Eli,” I gasp. “You’re huge.”
He chuckles, the sound vibrating through my back. “You love it.”