He slips out when the tremors stop, turning me over and driving back into me with a single thrust.
“Is my princess tired?” he asks, pressing a kiss to my shoulder.
I shake my head, body still vibrating with remnants of my release.
“Good. I’m not done with you yet.”
His hand comes around my face, fingers pushing past my lips and into my mouth, where he tells me to suck. I do as I’m told until he’s satisfied, and he pulls back, gripping my hips so I cannot run as he pushes his fingers into my ass.
But I’m not going anywhere. For once in my life, I finally feel full.
For once in my life, someone is giving me pleasure for pleasure’s sake, and I’m not ready to let it go. But as Elliot drives me towards my limit for the second time, I’m reminded that he is a very, very good liar.
Chapter26
Because I Want To
ELLIOT
I’m an asshole.A heartless, selfish asshole.
It’s a fact that only an asshole would do what I’ve done. Only a heartless man would continue to give a woman hope when there is none. And yet, I have no regrets.
For once in our very long and sordid history, she doesn’t smell like need, and she isn’t sleeping like rest is running from her. For once in my life, Iris is full. And I’d do it all over again just to see the satisfied look on her face.
She’d been so hungry for so long that it took a while before her draw started to slow, but once it did, she truly blossomed for me. Without her hunger in the way, I was able to show her the simple pleasure of her body. From the way her nipples stiffen with a single word to the curl of her toes when I bite her thighs. For hours, I explored her, testing and touching, discovering every pleasure we’d never thought to take before. Until eventually there was nothing left to do but rest, and she lay spent in my arms.
I sat awake for a long while just watching her breathe.
A part of me wanted to be sure she was okay, but the other part, the part that hates himself, just wasn’t ready for it to be over. He still isn’t. That’s why I’m staring at her now, stroking her back and hoping to high heaven that I’ll feel something, anything, before she starts to stir.
That by some miracle of the fates it might manifest, and I can finally stop wasting her time. But so far, nothing.
“Elliot,” she mutters. “You’re staring.”
“Yeah…”
“Could you stop?”
“Believe me, baby, I’m trying.”
My candor makes her smile, and she doesn’t say anything as she burrows into my side, so I give up my efforts to look away.
I like looking at her. Always have.
Never quite understood why she let me get away with it all these years. She’s always biting the heads off of everyone else; it’s a wonder mine has made it this long.
Maybe she refrains because she knows I’d only enjoy it.
Whatever the reason, I don’t take the privilege lightly. Although the longer I stare, the more I understand why no one else has ever been enough for her.
Everything about Iris draws you in. From her supple frame to her sultry voice. Her full lips to her wanting eyes. Even the subtle sway in her hips as she walks.
It’s not intentional. It’s just the nature of a beautiful woman.
She lures you in, and she consumes you.
And for some men, most men, it terrifies them.
