Before I can shape a response, he flips me like I weigh nothing. My palms slam into the mattress as he drags me onto my hands and knees, his grip tight on my hips. He slams backinto me with a force that knocks a cry from my throat, my body clenching hard around him.
“I guess I’ll have to fix that,” he growls, his fingers digging deeper as he drives into me again and again until there’s no air left in my lungs to argue with.
The new angle is brutal. Every thrust hits deeper until my arms and legs quake beneath me. My body tightens as my orgasm builds so fast it’s dizzying. There’s no space left to cling to defiance when my body is begging to unravel around him.
A cry rips from my throat as my release tears through me. My walls squeeze down tight around his cock, pulsing with each wave of pleasure until I’m shuddering, collapsing forward, unable to hold my body up with my arms.
Elias’s fingers clamp down on my hips as I spasm around him. His breath punches out ragged and breathless as a curse is ripped from him. “Fucking hell. I’m not done with you yet, so stop squeezing my cock like you want me to finish in you now.”
The admission of his own pleasure lights me up all over again, the aftershocks dragging through me with brutal insistence.
His rough words ignite a fierce need to flip the balance and take control.
Before he can drag his hips back to thrust again, I twist in his grip, shoving at his chest until he topples back onto the mattress. Surprise flickers across his face and then vanishes as I swing a leg over him and sink down, taking him in all at once.
The stretch steals my breath, but the sight of him as he watches every inch of my body move over his feeds me like nothing else.
His hands are on me instantly, greedy and possessive. They climb my torso, cupping my breasts, thumbs rolling my nipples until sparks shoot through me. His gaze locks on the way I gaspand arch under his touch, cataloguing each way he can pull sounds from me.
Then one hand slides lower, to rest between our joint bodies. His fingers find my clit with precision, rubbing slow, tight circles that make my thighs shake where they straddle him.
“Fuck,” I breathe, hips grinding harder as heat surges up all over again.
I’m still trembling from the last release, so when his fingers press on my clit harder, the sensation explodes through me like fire. My thighs quake around him, my whole body shaking as I choke on a gasp.
“I can’t–” The words rip out of me, high-pitched and desperate. “I can’t take another.”
One of his hands drops to clamp down hard on my hip, holding me still for a heartbeat before he thrusts up into me with brutal force. The shock of it punches another cry from my lungs, my nails digging into his chest as my body is forced to lean forward with the motion.
His eyes blaze, his words rough and commanding as he snarls, “You can. And you will.”
Then he drives into me again, harder, his hips pistoning up in a relentless rhythm that leaves no space for protest, only the mounting tide of sensation threatening to drag me under all over again.
My head falls back, a broken whimper spilling past my lips as pleasure claws through me.
“Please,” I whimper, unsure what I’m even asking for as I dangle on the edge of a brutal release.
Elias moves us with ease, his arms banding tight around me as he surges up from the bed with me still wrapped around him. The next breath, my back hits the cold wall, the shock of stone biting through my skin, anchoring me in the reality of his strength as he pins me there with his hands.
He doesn’t pause for even a second once we’re upright, driving into me over and over until my cries echo against the walls of my room. My nails scrape at his shoulders, desperate for something to hold on to as he pounds into me relentlessly.
Pleasure floods me, dizzying and sharp, until I can’t think of anything but him–his body, his breath, the way he fills me so completely.
My body seizes, the pressure snapping all at once.
“Elias!” His name rips out of me as the climax floods through me in violent waves. My legs tighten around his waist. I shudder and shake with the force of it and still he doesn’t stop until I’m left trembling in his arms.
Finally he slows, rocking into me with gentler thrusts, as his forehead drops to rest against mine. His gaze catches mine and it’s like something unspeakable shifts in that moment. The heat between us doesn’t vanish, but it twists into something more dangerous and tender.
His mouth claims mine again, but this kiss isn’t rough with the desire to claim this time. It’s slower and threaded with emotion I don’t have a name for. My chest aches with it even as my lips part under his, answering when I shouldn’t.
He trails his mouth lower, down the line of my jaw, brushing soft kisses along the column of my throat. Each press steals my breath, the tenderness unraveling me more than the roughness ever could.
For one terrifying heartbeat, I let myself soften against him, my fingers clutching at his shoulders, not for balance but because I want him closer.
It’s too much, though. The ache in my chest, the way his mouth lingers gentle against my throat, the steady thrum of his heartbeat pressed to mine. It threatens to swallow me whole in a way I can’t afford, when every part of me wants nothing to do with soft emotions right now.
I can’t. Not now. Not with him.
