She responds to me.
Those little sounds she makes… I get fucking hard just hearing them. From knowing I’m doing it right.
“Just close your eyes. Feel my fingers. My lips. My fucking heart. How it beats for you. I’ll never hurt you.”
When her orgasm crashes over her, I’m done waiting. I splay my hand on her stomach and thrust all the way in.
“Fuck,” she cries out. Her fingers find my forearm, nails biting into my skin, into the marks she left behind. “God. Fuck.”
“Do you want me to stop?” My grip tightens, not to force her to stay. To remind her that I’m here.
“No. More,” she murmurs, gently rocking while she stares at me, thighs shaking. “Please. I need it.”
“Love it when you beg.” I graze my teeth over the shell of her ear, making her shudder. “Saypleaseagain. Tell me what you need.”
“You. I need you.” She arches her back, letting a murderer have her. “I need to come again. I need you to fuck”—she whispers—“me. Please.”
“Good girl. Need you too.” I rub her clit while I thrust, thrust,thrust. “Just like that.”
We have our whole lives ahead of us, I’m aware, and yet, even now, everything feels fragile.
So though my cock strains for relief, I hold back. Don’t want this to end.
When Elowyn screams my name, as another orgasm takes over, I don’t lose myself. Don’t let up, keep stroking her clit while she begs me, “Stop, it’s too much. I can’t.”
“You can take it.” My hips work, my cock impaling her ass. She’s so fucking tight. So right. “You took me in your pretty mouth, your pussy and now your ass. And you’re going to give me another orgasm because you’re such. A. Good. Girl.”
My filthy words send her over to the strongest climax yet, destroying what’s left of my restraint. I come with a growl, releasing my cum while holding her close, filling her up until I’m empty.
Only then do I loosen my grip and fold her in my arms. Breathing heavily, my lips rest in the crook of her neck.
“You did so well,” I praise. Kiss her. Praise again with, “So fucking well.”
Her sweet hum thaws my cold heart. Makes it swell.
“Remember that morning when it was just the two of us? Everyone else was still asleep.” Elowyn’s fingertips are gentle as she covers my hand, caressing me. I groan at how right it feels. “A few months after you moved in.”
“Yeah.” I run my hand aimlessly up and down her stomach. Smiling as her hand moves with mine, never letting go. “Right before Christmas.”
“Yes,” she squeaks.
Her enthusiasm is adorable. I want to cup it in my hands. Better yet, to be the reason her eyes light up every single day of my life.
“It was the only time it happened, though.” The small, sad huff, it wounds harder than I expected. And it’s my fault. “I always wondered why you used to go jogging so early.”
As much as I want to lie and spare her more pain, I won’t.
I promised her honesty. Even when that truth will hurt her.
“I avoided you. Or rather, being alone with you while everyone else was asleep.” My throat tightens as regret floods me. “I wanted it badly, but I couldn’t have it.”
“Barclay,” she sighs, her fingers tracing the places her nails broke skin. Soft, tender, understanding Elowyn. “I remember him going on and on about how no one dates his sister before she’s eighteen.”
A dark, bitter resentment weighs heavily on me. After hearing he tried to set her up with wealthy, esteemed men—on top of what he hinted at ten years ago—I realize thatboyswere hardly the issue.
The need to control his sister and keep anyone away who didn’t fit his plans for her played a big part in it.
I shut the rising anger down, refusing to let it stain this moment we’re having.
