“Yes, somewhat,” I retort with all of the sass I feel inside.
He reacts immediately, trailing his fingers over the hem of the silk that falls just below the globes of my ass. His touch runs all the way down my leg, curling around my ankle before he lifts my foot off the ground and places it on his shoulder. I whimper as his lips graze my inner thigh, running from my knee, closer and closer to my core. I cling to him, scared of falling.
Away from him, into him, for him… all of it.
When his lips meet my center, he rakes his mouth over my panties, making me hiss as he runs his teeth over my clit. A soft cry parts my lips, which quickly turns into a squeal when he completely lifts me off the ground, and I find my back flush against the hood of the car. A moment later, he works both of my feet into position, keeping my thighs spread and my core open to him.
He snags at my panties, removing the final layer between us, and I groan. The sound escalates when he plunges two fingers deep into my center, and my back arches as I cry out in pleasure. Eagerly trying to ride his fingers, I groan in frustration as he holds me steady, our gazes locked.
My fingers splay on the hood of the car as I pant. “Are you going to fuck me or not?” Ichallenge, desperate to feel the metal of the Mustang beneath me as he fucks me into oblivion.
He grins. “Have you come yet?”
I shake my head and his smile widens. “Then let's achieve that first, shall we?” he rasps, swirling his fingers in my core. My arguing quickly turns into whines of need as he runs his teeth over my taut nub while continuing to fuck me with his fingers, stretching and curling as he hits the sweet spot time and time again.
Each movement has my cries echoing around us in the enclosed garage until I'm a trembling mess splayed out across his car, but it's when he plunges the two fingers of his free hand into my mouth, murmuring for me to suck, that ecstasy finds me.
It tingles up my spine, all sweet and whimsical, before ricocheting through my veins. I come all over him and my spasms have barely subsided when I'm hoisted in the air again. This time, when I meet the hood of the car, it’s my chest pressed against it and my ass is tilted in his direction.
His fingers ghost over my hair, sending a shiver down my spine, but I freeze when his touch moves to my back. I can’t move, fear threatening to burn through me as he leans forward and presses a kiss to the nape of my neck.
I choke on the tiny inhale I take, but there's nomoment to fully catch my breath before my feet find the bumper and his cock lines up at my entrance. In one swift move, he spears me with his length. Another ripple of my climax surges forward, claiming me again and again as his fingers dig into my hips.
I'm certain I’m going to split in two, throbbing around his cock as he leans forward, pressing his chest to my back, when his lips graze against my ear. “I didn't know I could be so good at sharing, and I don't know how long my team effort will last, but right now, the plan is to fuck him right out of you.”
I groan as he takes an unrelenting, pounding pace, and I try to meet him thrust for thrust, scrambling not to fall apart at the seams too quickly, relishing and cherishing the desire cutting through my body. I don't know how either of us survives as he takes what's his.
Perspiration clings to every inch of me as he brings one hand around my body, slipping beneath the soft material to cup my breast. He rolls my nipple between his finger and thumb and I feel the impending rise of another orgasm threatening to throw me into oblivion.
“Kael,” I rasp, unable to take another breath as I climax again, shattering into a million pieces, andthis time I have the pleasure of taking him with me.
Soaking in the ripples and ridges of his cock as he finds his release, he clings to me, trailing his nose at the nape of my neck. His touch remains gentle as he ghosts his hand over my scars. There's no judgment, just curiosity. He's so gentle, I feel like I can't breathe. My core still ripples around his length as he leans forward once more, bringing his lips to my other ear.
“I swear to you, with all that I am, that you will put yourself back together, piece by piece, and your reward will be knowing that the person responsible for this, who may not know fear yet, will, at my hands.”
FIFTEEN
ELODIE
Sleep engulfs me, wrapping me up tight and snug in a cocoon as the sound of waves crash gently in the distance. It’s melodic, warm, and safe. I can feel the sun against my eyelids, a soft curl to the corner of my mouth as I drown in the euphoric air. With every inhale I take, a gentle scent dances over my senses, growing stronger until a rich sandalwood aroma nestles in my soul.
I can’t open my eyes, but I don’t want to. I want to bask in this moment forever. Rolling onto my side, I feel the shift of what feels like sand beneath me, but I can’t be too sure; I’ve never felt it before to know. As it moves under me, I feel the warm presence of someone beside me, the essence of sandalwood growing stronger.
Instinctively, I nuzzle into them, draping my arm over their chest as my leg hitches over their thigh. Fingers ghostover the side of my cheek and I hum, preening under the intimacy as I snuggle in deeper.
The sense of calmness that clings to me doesn’t feel real. I’ve never felt anything like it in my entire life, and I’m already too scared to let it go. I clench my eyelids together, fighting the curiosity that rattles inside, desperate to see who is beside me, to see who is creating the safest space I’ve ever breathed in.
Silently, I plead to know, but despite my efforts, my eyelids remain closed. Clenching my fingers into the fabric beneath my palm, I part my lips, but no words escape as a siren blares through the air. I frown, the sound jarring as the body beside me disappears, taking the rich scent and blanket of safety with them as I plummet further into darkness.
“Elodie, wake up. Elodie!”
Disoriented, I blink through the haze to find Ocean hovering above me. Panic flickers in her eyes as she shakes at my shoulder.
“Ocean?” I rasp, confused as hell, and she grimaces.
“Oh, thank God. I didn’t think you were going to wake up. Hurry, we need to get to our positions,” she rushes, dropping her hand from my arm as she steps back.
“What are you talking about?” I mutter, pushing my hair back off my face before I force myself to shuffle so I’m leaning against the headboard.
