44. Chapter Forty-Four
Chapter Forty-Four
Beau Drewitt
Stars On The Ceiling
Igive her no time to react. One of her heartbeats later, I press my lips to hers.
It’s more amazing than anything I could’ve ever imagined.
I capture her face in my palms, thumbs brushing her cheeks, holding her just enough to deepen the kiss without smothering her.
Her lips are soft but determined, and the taste of her, the warmth of her, drives everything else out of my mind.
The world around us, the shelves, the quiet hum of the shop, disappears.
There’s nothing but her and the ache I feel in my chest that she’s always ignited.
We break apart, only for one of her breaths, but even then her forehead rests against my chest. I can feel the quick, uneven rhythm of her pulse beneath my hands.
Her smile trembles, shy and bold all at once, and I can’t help but grin at the way that her kiss makes me feel alive in ways I hadn’t known I could.
She leans back up towards me so I will kiss her again.
“Not eager at all, are we?” I murmur, brushing an out of place stray-strand of hair from her forehead.
“What’s an antonym for eager? I’m definitely that,” she counters, eyes sparkling, holding back a nervous laugh.
I lean closer, inhaling her scent, faint and something distinctly hers. “Unenthusiastic. Sounds about right. You seem very unenthusiastic about kissing me.” I graze her cheek with my thumb.
“Are you sure I’m someone you’d want?” She asks with a little regret in her voice. She still thinks less of herself. I don’t even need to be in her head to know that. I can sense it all over the way she speaks, questioning the authenticity of my feelings for her.
“More than anything,” I admit. “I could spend eternity proving it. You’re the only person I want.
” Her laugh is soft, almost breathless, and it wraps around me like a tether I never want to break.
I want to hold this moment, this closeness, until the world forcibly reminds me it exists outside the four walls of this store.
And for a moment, a fleeting thought crosses my mind.
Against my better judgement, I delve into her mind.
She wants more. She wants me. She prepared for tonight.
My blood-lust sky-rockets and I question every calculation I’ve made up until this moment.
I use my hand to guide her eyes back to mine.
I look between her eyes and mouth several times, before speaking again, “Do you have any idea of what you do to me, Elowen?” She swallows, her heartbeat picking up speed. The pulse in her neck quickens.
“Apparently not.” She runs her fingers along my jacket hem across the bottom. I glance down and back up to her. “Why don’t you show me?” Elowen asks breathlessly. God. I shouldn’t. I need to walk away, but I just want her so bad. I tighten my jaw and smirk at her.
“I need you to think very carefully about that question. We shouldn’t.
I told you. I…I need to prove that…” My voice trails off as she bites her bottom lip and cocks her head to the side.
“Fuck it.” I hoist her up from underneath her ass, over my shoulder and turn towards the spiral staircase.
I’m going to have her in a world of pleasure so divine, she’ll question if she could ever bear the thought of some other man’s cock inside her ever again.
Elowen Briar belongs to me.
Mine.
My arms are a fortress holding her over my shoulder as I carry her up the spiral staircase.
No getting away now. I’m about fuck you so hard, Elowen Briar, you’ll beg to erase any visage of another man from that pretty mind of yours.
I’m going to put some truth behind every single wild fantasy I’ve watched you envision.
Her head rests against my right shoulder blade on my back. Her body molds against mine in all the right ways. All I can focus on is her. Elowen is, of course, a mess of giggles, the most wonderful noise I have ever heard.
At the top of the lobby, I stride across to my loft and kick open the half-cracked door with one decisive motion.
The room beyond welcomes us in, with the light from the vintage lamps placed in the corners of the living space.
Her head pops up as we enter my bedroom.
The four-poster bed dominates the space, silk drapes pooling around the frame.
“Sooo, what are we doing?” she asks, her voice trembling just enough to send a trill straight through me, trying to converse through her nervous laughing fit.
My sweet girl isn’t having second thoughts, but she definitely didn’t see me going against my own rules without more persuasion.
She’s surprised and still can’t believe it.
“Which would you prefer, mi tesoro? I can spend the evening ordering fake stars to adorn the ceiling for the gala or give you real ones that you can see right in this room.” I ask and she stammers over her words.
Nothing understandable comes out. Seems as if I’ve instantly cured her case of giggles.
I sit her gently on the edge of the bed, leaning her back while supporting her neck.
My hands linger on her waist longer than necessary, memorizing the curve of her, before I crawl over her, deliberate, precise.
Her eyes lock on mine, captivated, and I hold her there, feeling the tension in her body as a mirror to my own.
“You’ve undone me,” I whisper, raw, my voice thick with desire.
I lean closer, our breaths mingling, the heat between us tangible.
She shivers under my gaze, and every inch of her tension calls to me, demanding me to respond.
“There is no fucking chance I’ll ever survive how badly I need you,” I murmur, letting my already erect cock press against her.
Deliberately answering her request to show her what she does to me.
Her eyes search mine, and I wish for a moment that she could see into my mind the way I do hers.
I want her to know everything, every confession, every desire.
She can find it, keep it, savor it, whatever pleases her.
I frame her face in my hands, tilting her head so I can see the delicate line of her neck.
I wish I could sink my teeth in and never look back.
Tasting her blood while fucking her would be the highlight of my life.
Goosebumps ripple across her skin as my breath ghosts against it, and I revel in the way she trembles beneath me.
The paradox of her surrender, gentle yet commanding, is everything I’ve ever craved.
“You’re mine,” I growl, lips brushing against her ear, claiming her with words that are as true as they are reckless. I nip her ear as I draw myself back. My hands sliding to her shoulders, pressing her gently back. “Who’s in control here?”
“I know. You’re in control.” Elowen musters. Her short hair fans across the pillows like a halo, and I loom above her, my body filling the space above hers. She is the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on.
I lick from the base of her neck up her ear and whisper, “Will you submit to me if I promise you it’ll be worth your while?”
“Yes. Yes, Beau, yes.” She is so fucking cute when she’s caught off guard.
She doesn’t know the amount of times I have fantasized about having her beneath me, stroking my cock to drawings of her that I’ve sketched over the past couple months.
I find myself in awe of her, even with all of her clothes still on.
Although, it is nice to know how badly she wants me, just the same.
Undressing her, I slide her arms out of her top and over her head, adjusting her hair back so she stays fully confident in her nakedness.
I lower myself to her knees, still looming, even with the height of the bed frame.
She leans up to observe my work, propping herself up onto her elbows.
Slowly, I slide her jeans down to her ankles to remove them, leg by leg.
She enjoys being controlled. Her dazed smirk gives her away without stepping foot into her mind.
Nothing can top this moment with the taste of her beading sweat on my tongue.
“Choose a safe word and remember it.” I demand.
“Okay,” She glances at my dresser and spots my drawing utensils, “sketchpad.”
“Sketchpad, it is, mi tesoro. If you want to stop, say, sketchpad. If you’re nearing your limits, I need you to say, yellow.
If you can’t speak, one tap, you’re okay.
Two taps, if you need me to slow down. Three taps to stop completely.
But, if you really want me to keep going, you’ll scream my name.
” I click my tongue and wink at her. I lean back up to tower over her, waiting for her response.
Her body covered in goosebumps from the air I gently breeze along her thighs as I stand.
“Okay.” Elowen replies, but seems wary.
“I need a yes, I understand. Consent, love, is what I’m seeking.
” She shies away from my comment, looking in the other direction as her cheeks blush.
I guide her chin back to face me. “You were made for me. Remember that.” I pause waiting for her response, “You can tell me no. You’re completely safe. ”
“I’m just nervous. This is what I want, I promise. I consent, Beau Drewitt. Do your worst. Or your best? Whatever you want to do.” Her pupils dilate as she speaks. I pick her up and move her further up the bed, unclipping her bra as I sit her back down. Good girl.