The words vibrate through me like a second heartbeat.
“That’s never going to ha–”
My words are cut off as his tongue flicks against me, ruthless and sure, like he’s known my body all along. The sound that tears out of me is a mixture of a gasp and moan, and I slam my teeth together to bite back the rest, desperate not to give him the satisfaction of my noise after my sass.
It doesn’t matter, though. He heard it and likely felt my body tensing under him.
A deep chuckle vibrates against my pussy, the sensation rolling straight through me until my thighs twitch against his shoulders. His hand slides between us, fingers parting me with critical precision, and then his mouth is everywhere. His tongue strokes deeper, circling around my clit, and doubles down until my spine bows off the bed in pleasure.
Heat floods every nerve ending, fierce and humiliating in how fast it seizes me. I dig my nails into the sheet, clinging like it’s the only thing keeping me from unraveling completely, and he only chuckles again, the fucking bastard–like owning my sounds is the easiest thing in the world.
Shock tears through me that he knew exactly where to touch me, like my body was never a mystery to him at all. It steals my breath, twists my stomach tight, and for a fleeting second, I want to claw at the sheets just to flee from what else he has up his sleeve of tricks.
I wanted my emotions and thoughts to be suppressed, but a sudden fear grips me that he’s just going to tear open a whole new set of issues within my body with the way I’ll want this again.
But the worry is gone almost as quickly as it came, replaced by a staggering relief that crashes through me in waves that he does have the skill to quiet the rest of the world for now. For once my mind isn’t full of screams, guilt, and memories I can’t escape. It’s only this…his mouth, his tongue, and the relentless press of his hand holding me open as he pulls one moan after another from me.
I don’t want to admit just how easily he’s giving me everything I need, though. The need to never submit to him and his cocky arrogance is still well and alive within me, despite the pleasure.
I grit my teeth and dig my nails into the sheets, clinging to the last shred of defiance left in me. He’s not going to win this easily.
Then one of his hands moves to come from below, resting just below his mouth.
Two thick fingers push into me, filling me in a way that has my spine bowing and my lips parting on a moan I can’t smother. He doesn’t give me time to adjust before he’s moving them, curling those fingers deep inside, stroking that place that makes heat explode behind my eyes.
My breath stutters, frantic as the pleasure climbs too fast for me to contain.
Just when I think I’ll topple over the edge, his mouth leaves me. The sudden absence rips a furious noise from my throat, my hips jerking against his hand in desperation.
My glare drops down and collides with his eyes.
He looks at me from between my thighs with a slow, satisfied smirk curving his mouth like he’s savoring every ounce of my frustration. The sight makes my whole body flush hotter, fury tangling with need until I can’t tell which is which.
“Tell me,” he rumbles, voice vibrating up through his fingers still thrusting inside me. “Tell me who’s going to make you cum all over his fingers, Briar. Say my name and I’ll let you.”
The command has my body in a snare, daring me to give him what he wants.
My lips part, ready to spit defiance in his face, to tell him he’ll never wring the admission from me, but he curls his fingers just as I do. I attempt to respond again and once more he drags them out slowly and deliberately before thrusting back in, hitting that spot that shatters every coherent thought. The retort dies in my throat, swallowed by the gasp that tears free instead.
My head tips back against the bed, eyes fluttering shut as a strangled moan escapes me. “Fuck you.”
Elias’s low chuckle vibrates straight through my bones, smug and infuriating. His pace doesn’t falter, each stroke ruthless as every curl of his fingers breaks my defiance down piece by piece.
“Don’t worry,” he murmurs. “I’ll be doing exactly that just as soon as you say my name.”
“Never,” I grit out, even as my hips buck helplessly against the thrust of his fingers. The word tastes like a weak rebuttal, but it’s all I can manage.
His mouth closes over my clit again, hot and merciless. He sucks with just enough pressure to jolt my whole body off the bed. The combination of his tongue and lips working me whilehis fingers curl deep inside is too much. I’m unraveling faster than I can fathom.
A choked cry rips from my throat as my hands shoot down, tangling in his hair. I mean to hold him closer, but instinct betrays me as my palm presses hard against his head, trying to push him back to create space from the overwhelming pleasure.
A low growl rumbles from him and he doubles down, sucking harder while his fingers pump deep and sure. The sensation rips another moan out of me, my back arching, every muscle trembling, as I fight against the tide threatening to pull me under.
My hands push at him again, desperate for space and for the control I’m losing by the second.
This time he lets his mouth drag free as I glance down at him. His lips are wet and glistening, chin slick with proof of how much he’s already taken from me. His eyes cut up through the space between my thighs, narrowed and blazing like I’ve just committed the worst kind of sin.
“Don’t,” he rasps, voice thick with hunger, every syllable a threat. His one hand left on my thigh tightens, bruising and holding me wide open. “Don’t get in between me and this pussy. It’s mine for the night.”
