I clench my eyes and fist my hands tight as I focus on quelling the shift, but the tension in my body only makes Elliot nervous, and he pries at my wrists, coaxing me to come out.
“Baby,” he mutters. “You’re scaring me.”
“I know. I’m sorry. It’s not you. I just-this has never happened before. I don’t know?—”
“Iris, stop rambling and just show me.”
He wrenches my arms down, revealing the many shark-like teeth in my mouth, and the long, lethal claws and red-rimmed eyes, and I cringe as I brace for his reaction.
“I don’t understand,” he says. “What’s wrong?”
“What’swrong? Look at me,” I snap.
Elliot cocks his head, ears pinned.
“Iamlooking at you. I’m always looking at you,” he confesses. “You’re so beautiful, I can’t stop looking at you.”
He dives down, pressing his mouth to my throat as he finds his pace again.
“Your lips.”Kiss. “Those eyes.”Kiss. “Your teeth.”Kiss.“These claws.”
He fists my wrists, pressing them into the sheets above my head.
“I want all of you,” he says, thrusting deeper. “Every inch.”
His words sweep over my ear, the whisper of his breath sending a chill down my spine.
“You don’t have to hide from me, Iris. You were made to devour men like me, and I plan on letting you.”
Before I can even think to contradict him, he shifts, lifting my hips from the bed and roping my legs around his waist.
“Now, I’m going to fuck you, because I think I might die if I don’t, and I’m not going to stop unless you make me.”
I nod, cheeks flush with need, pussy aching as he lies still inside me.
“Okay,” I say lamely.
He smiles, before gripping my hips and drilling into me.
I try not to whine like a whimpering baby when his pace grows brutal, but eventually my mind is swept up in the pleasure, and I resign myself to becoming a puddle in his arms. He doesn’t go slow, not anymore. I’m not even sure he could if he wanted to.
His desire has peaked, and he’s chasing something, but I’m too distracted by his flavor to care. He tastes like mint and sugar, a perfect blend of us, and I feast on him until I’ve had my fill and I’m crying out for him to release me.
“Please,” I plead. “I can’t!”
“Yes, you can. And you will.”
His hand grips my jaw, holding me still while he kisses me into the sheets.
“It’s too much,” I whine against his lips.
“No such thing.”
My voice runs silent as the scrape of his piercing sends my body over the edge, and I gasp, soundlessly, as a rush of fluid pours out of me, coating his abs and the bed beneath us.
In response, Elliot groans.
“Fuck, that’s even better in person.”
