Her words are wrapped in razor blades, slicingthrough me as they hit their mark, but I see what they’re hiding: the truth.
“Then tell me what she said.”
She spins, firmly planting her hands against my chest as she tries to shove me back. Instead of stumbling away like she hopes, I wrap my fingers around her wrists, pinning them between us as she gapes up at me, eyes slightly wider than usual as her short breaths have her chest rising and falling in quick succession.
Bringing my gaze back to her face, my eyes latch on to her mouth. Her sweet fucking lips, all full and needy. Her fingers curl against my chest, gathering my t-shirt in her hands. Time stops as her tongue sweeps out, dragging along her bottom lip for a split second, and I’m moving.
Desperate, I crush my mouth to hers and she groans, instantly fighting for control as she presses her mouth more firmly against mine. I love it. Amusing her, I let her take control, encouraging her to take whatever she wants from me before I have to taste more. Toying at the seam of her mouth with my tongue, her lips part with ease as she pries her hands from my grasp, but instead of putting distance between us as I expect, she wraps her arms around my neck, raking her fingers through the ends of my hair as she tugs me closer.
Fuck.
Running my hands down her sides, she shivers at the touch, groaning into my mouth as I flex my fingers at her waist, but it’s not enough, I still want closer. Grabbing the back of her thighs, I lift her in the air and she instinctively wraps her legs around my middle. My cock strains at the friction as I run my hands over the globes of her ass.
“Would you really run from this?” I rasp, tearing my mouth from hers to stare deep into her hazy eyes.
“If it means surviving, I have to do whatever it takes,” she admits, and the truth makes my cock ache even more. Her desire to survive, her ability to endure whatever is thrown at her, and her unwavering loyalty to herself are what leave me in awe of her.
“Even if it means my demise?” I push, and she gulps, her fingers still toying with my hair. Yes. The answer is yes. I can see it in her eyes, but she doesn’t say it for fear of hurting me or pissing me off. “It doesn’t matter what your answer is, I’m never going to let you go,” I add, and her brows furrow, ready to deny me, but I speak before she gets a chance. “I can barely breathe when you’re not around. If I can’t taste how sweet you are, I need to inhale your scent to survive. So wherever you go, so do I.”
Before she can read too much into it, or me for that matter, I move two steps to the left where the bench press is set up. Taking a seat, I lean her against the back, trapping her between me and the cushioned surface.
Her hands run from my hair to my face, cupping my cheeks with her delicate hands, and I have to bite back the groan threatening to ripple from my throat. “Fuck me,” she whispers huskily, and my cock pulses between her thighs.
The urgency is thick in the air between us, just like it always is. There’s no slow and gentle buildup between us, just desperation. Tugging at the waistband of her shorts, they slip down to her thighs with her panties, but I stop at her knees, grabbing the fabric to pin her thighs against her chest, exposing her needy pussy to me.
“Kael,” she hisses, holding onto the edge of the bench beneath her as she stares at me with wide eyes, and I grin, using my free hand to release my cock.
Her core glistens under the light, her craving clear as I align the head of my dick with her entrance. My face heats, my mouth drying as I sink inside of her sweet core. Inch by inch, I lower her onto my length until I’m fully seated inside of her.
Her back arches as she whimpers, eyelids falling to half-mast as she clenches around my cock.
“Do you feel what you do to me, Elodie?” I grunt, and her eyes find mine as her pupils dilate. “You make the big bad murderous vampire hard as fuck.” Her pussy squeezes me again and I groan. “And you love it, don’t you? You’re insatiable with this needy little cunt of yours,” I insist, shifting my hands to her thighs to prop her up a little higher on the bench so I can flex my hips and drive up into her.
“Kael,” she groans, her eyes rolling to the back of her head, goading me into giving her more. I’m happy to oblige.
Slipping out of her pussy until only the sensitive head remains inside her, I gape at where we’re connected, relishing in her juices coating my cock, and she hasn’t even come yet. It’s time for me to rectify that. I tighten my hold on her thighs, certain to leave marks come morning, and adjust my angle so the next time I go deep, I hit that sweet spot inside of her that makes her spasm around my cock like the goddess she is.
With her moans echoing around us, I pound into her again and again as I bring my thumb to her taut clit that’s begging for my attention. Her groans turn to cries of ecstasy as I draw three tightcircles around the needy nub before she reaches her peak, deep diving over the edge as she screams.
I feel every wave of her euphoria as her pussy claims me, fluttering deliciously around my cock until I can’t take it anymore. Giving in to my own release, it shoots up my spine, crackling through my veins as I whisper her name. Our eyes lock and her pussy clenches around me, even as her orgasm subsides, but what passes between us is an understanding she’s not ready for, not even close.
She’s not running from this. She can’t.
TWENTY-EIGHT
ELODIE
“So, the guys…”
I glance at my friend, weirdly intrigued as she wiggles her eyebrows at me.
“Are you trying to be suggestive? Because that looks awkward as hell,” I say with a smirk, and she waves me off dismissively.
“Don’t distract me. The guys…” she reiterates, minus the dancing brows, and I shrug.
“What about them?”
“Don’t downplay it, girl. Not from me, or anyone with eyes for that matter,” she insists, and I shake my head, considering whether it’s too late to pretend that I never heard her to begin with. Instead, I focus my attention on the half-eaten croissant in my hand as my hazelnut hot chocolate warms the other.
