“I hate that you can’t touch me right now,” she hisses.
Me too.“It’s probably for the best. At least for you. I’d flip you over and take you so hard that the only thing louder than your screams would be the smack of my hips against your ass.”
She whines, and I take control of her other hand, make it slip under that slick, black waistband and move it right down on top of her clit, stroking to the rhythm of her pumping fingers.
“I’ve never done this,” she chokes out through broken breaths, her fingers still moving frantically under my control.
“In front of someone?”
“No.” She whimpers.“Ever.”
Well, damn. “Why not?”
“I don’t know.” She opens her legs even wider and adjusts her hips for a better angle. I grip myself to the point of pain, only to keep myself from straddling her hips and replacing her fingers with every inch of me. “Other men haven’t made any of this appealing. And I’ve always had death to keep me company when I’m alone. It’s not all that arousing,” she adds.
The thought of her with other men makes me want to claim her in one position after another until she forgets they ever touched her. I watch her busy hands. It’s killing me. I want to hold her down and slam into her with the force of every man in me combined. “But bloody balls are arousing?”
“Ugh, go away. It was the thoughtfulness that made me want you, not the balls.” She moans and tosses her head back and forth, her face contorted with pleasure, eyes closed.
“You want to kick me out of your room?” I ask.
A stab of her panic hits me. “No, don’t leave me alone.”
“Look at me.” She turns her head at my rough voice, her eyes cracking open to study me, then my bare chest and finally following the motion of my fist inside my pants. “I’m never leaving you.”
Her pleasure courses through me along with my own building tension, the shivering starting at my core, the throbbing and mounting pressure stealing my mind from any other part of my body. I can barely breathe. “Now you take over.”
“No,” she pleads.
“Show me how you come on those fingers.”
Her groan is raw and unhindered, taking full possession of the moment. I release my control of her, and she lowers her panties and speeds up her hands, one jutting in and out, the other rubbing her clit in furious strokes. I sit up for a better view as her shaking knees fall nearly flat to the bed. The way her soaked finger disappears inside of her over and over has me losing my mind. What kind of cruel punishment is this, that I can’t put my hands on the curve of her hips, my mouth on that wet pussy? Or that I can’t slide myself deep and hard inside her?
“Tell me what you’re thinking.” I want to know every thought and desire, every fear and failure. I want to hold her heart through every beat and never let go. But that’sallI can do. It will always be me wanting her, and her heart safe under my control… keeping me out. I’ll do anything to prevent triggering the second half of the curse, as much as it hurts to keep her from loving me.
She only gasps and moans, not answering, so I pull it out of her.
“That I wishyouwere inside me,” she cries.
I can’t get a response out. It seems all blood and thought has abandoned my brain for my cock. Godsdamn greedy bastard of an organ.
The intensity takes me, my hand pounding me as hard as our beating hearts combined. Everything spirals inward, life-threatening tightness in my center, waiting to detonate. With one last look as she lets go, at her knees rising into the air, her thighs clamping around her hands, her rolling hips and slamming chest, I lose it.
The world could collapse, and I couldn’t be pulled from this moment. I scramble up onto my knees next to her and free myself from my pants just in time, tossing her panties aside. Everything I was holding in, so tight and close, explodes outward in burst after burst—all over her stomach. Her endless waves of ecstasy roll through me, her cries so damn consuming. Feeling her release inside me, with my own… it’s different. Longer. Tied up with so much emotion. But another blast of feelings tears into me as if they broke through a barricade—longing, rage, jealousy.
Fucking Kelter.
“Get out of my head!” I yell aloud.
Chapter 14
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What?” I mutter, dazed and breathless. “It’s not my fault you’re thinking of me.”
Eli collapses at my side. I don’t know what it is about him that brings out the hidden parts of me, what makes me feral for the man. I lie next to him, quivering and pulsing, yet untouched by his hands. The silence thickens the air between us. He glistens with sweat, curled up on his side and panting into my neck, only his breath allowed to make contact with my body.
“Never,” he says, and the depth behind it clips my heart.
