There’s a heady feeling of power in knowing his body responds to me in equal measure, like mine does to him.
“It feels really fucking illegal to take you raw,” he mutters, his voice frayed at the edges like he doesn’t even want to admit that. His lips curl into something that isn’t quite a smile. “But I can’t bring myself to give a shit.”
The words sink into me like claws pulling forth a new haze of desire, and my breath catches as he climbs onto the bed, every shift of his muscles stoking the heat higher. The mattress dips beneath his weight until he looms over me, broad shoulders caging me in until I’m flat against the bed with the sheer size of him blotting out the rest of the room.
“I won’t deny myself the feeling of your pussy,” he rasps, his mouth hovering close enough that his breath ghosts against my lips. “I want to feel every inch of you wrapped around me and squeezing, without any barriers.”
The bluntness of it makes my thighs clench, my pulse hammering so hard I can feel it everywhere. The ache within me is more consuming than anything I’ve ever experienced.
His words are crass and drip with an obsessive need for me that makes me feel fucking worshipped.
It’s an intoxicating feeling and I willingly let myself drown in it.
His body shifts, nudging my thighs apart before he settles between them, the sheer size of his body spreading my legs wide around him as he sits back on his calves. The blunt head of his cock nudges against my entrance, heat twisting up my spine at the first brush of him there.
One broad hand holds his weight up while the other slides up my stomach, rough fingertips grazing over sensitive skin until they close around my breast. His thumb and forefinger roll mynipple between them, sharp enough to mix pleasure and pain, and I gasp at the unfamiliar feeling.
A moment stretches, taut and charged. His gaze locks to mine, tense and searching, like he’s trying to give me a final out, despite his earlier warning that he wouldn’t.
There’s no going back now.
Desire pulses so thick through me it’s hard to breathe. I drag in one deep breath, forcing my voice steady even as it trembles in my throat.
“Well? Are you all talk or–”
The words die in my throat as Elias drives into me with one hard push.
Air vanishes from my lungs. My body parts around him, slick and desperate to take him in, and the stretch is instant, giving me a fullness I’ve never felt before. My back arches and my eyes roll back as a strangled moan rips from me.
He fills me completely, every inch of him claiming space I didn’t know I had to offer, and the shock of it slams through me until I can’t do anything but cling to him, my nails raking over his shoulders like he’s the only thing keeping me tethered to this world.
His lips brush mine, voice rough with strain.
“Can you take more?”
My eyes snap open, dazed and confused.Wait, he’s not all the way in?
The thought shatters me. I blink up at him, lips parting, and manage a shaky nod, unsure of what I’m even agreeing to at this point.
He pulls back just far enough to see my face and then he pushes in further with a slight rocking of his hips, back and forth until I finally stretch to accommodate the final length of him.
Sparks explode behind my eyes. My breath stumbles out ragged and shocked, and the words tumble free before I even know I’ve spoken them. “Holy shit.”
Elias’s chuckle rumbles deep in his chest. “I wouldn’t consider myself a holy man,” he rasps, leaning close enough that his breath sears across my lips, “but for you I’ll be whatever you need right now.”
He shifts back, settling onto his calves, his hands clamping around the tops of my thighs like iron to keep me open for him. Then his pace builds, harder and deeper until the only sound left in my world is the rhythm of his body claiming mine.
Elias’s pace pounds through me, relentless, each thrust wringing out sounds I can’t hold back. Gasps, moans, and little broken cries. He seems to soak them up, his smirk flashing repeatedly.
“I never realized how fucking sexy you’d be with your mouth too busy to backtalk me.”
The words pierce through the haze, teasing and taunting, meant to stoke the fire he knows is always simmering under my skin. And it works. My head jerks up, my breath still ragged, but my tongue sharp enough to cut.
“And I thought you were better with your mouth preoccupied with my pussy,” I snap back, the words spilling out between gasps, “but I guess we can’t always have what we want.”
His eyes narrow, excitement darkening into something more dangerous…more possessive. His hips stop moving and a whimper is already building in the back of my throat at the loss of sensation.
“You’re saying my cock isn’t giving you pleasure?”
