I step closer again, but this time my movements are careful, deliberate. Not the commanding stride my men expect from me. Something quieter.
“Bad dream?” I ask.
She doesn’t answer immediately, just watches me with those clear, intelligent eyes.
I reach out slowly and brush a loose strand of hair away from her forehead. My fingers move with a gentleness that would shock most people who know me.
Then I lean down and press a restrained kiss to her forehead.
Not possession.
Reassurance.
“You’re safe,” I tell her quietly. “Nothing will happen to you here.”
I’m about to pull away when Ellie rises with me and crashes her lips to mine. I want to be a gentleman and pull away, but I’m not, and I don’t. Instead, I grab her waist and kiss her harder, giving her a chance to pull away.
She doesn’t even try. She melts against me, kissing me back with equal vigor.
The kiss deepens slowly and naturally. We fit together without speaking, and without the need for permission. Slowly, I deepen the kiss further, gripping her jaw and devouring her like she’s the last fucking meal on earth. I lose control, pressing my mouth into hers, taking everything she is willing to give
I lay her back on the bed and move over her, careful not to put my full weight on her. She wraps her arms around my neck and slants her mouth over mine, sliding her tongue into my mouth. My cock engorges in my pants to the point of pain.
I slowly tear myself away from her. “Ellie….”
She slowly blinks at me, her eyes filled with desire.
“If you don’t stop me now, I won’t be able to stop myself.”
She slowly sits up. Instead of responding, she slowly pushes the other half of her dress down her shoulders. She reveals her skin until one breast pops out, showing a pink, rosy nipple.
“Fuck,” I curse under my breath.
I’m on her again, kissing her and pushing her back down. My skin is on fire, and so is my cock. I’m more demanding this time, as I pin her wrists above her head. She’s soft and yielding beneath me, a perfect contrast to the hard, aching tension in my body. I break the kiss to trail my lips down the elegant line of her throat, my teeth grazing her skin just enough to make her gasp.
I move lower, my breath hot against her chest as I reach the curve of her breast. I swirl my tongue around that rosy nipple, watching it harden before I take her into my mouth. I suckle her deeply, my hand sliding down to her hip to pull her flush against my cock.
“You’re so beautiful, Ellie,” I growl against her skin.
I continue my path downward, peppering hot, wet kisses over her ribs and the soft dip of her stomach. Every time I move, she hitches her breath, her fingers digging into my shoulders. I linger at the silk of her belly, my hands roaming over her curves,worshiping every inch of her as the fire in my blood threatens to pull me under.
I slide her body again, my mouth starving for more. I move to her other breast, eager to savor and devour it just as I did the first. While my lips claim her, my fingers stay busy with the other side, twisting and pulling at the sensitive peak.
Her soft moan vibrates against my skin, and the sound drives me absolutely crazy. I suckle her nipple deeply, the heat of her body fueling my own fire, before I slowly let it pop out of my mouth.
I hover there for a second, watching the wet glisten of her skin in the low light. She’s panting, her chest heaving beneath me, and I’ve never wanted anything more in my life. I press my forehead against hers, my breath coming in ragged hitches as I try to keep even a shred of my sanity.
“Ellie,” I growl, my voice vibrating with the pressure building in my gut. “Tell me to stop. Right now. Because if you don’t, I’m taking all of you.”
“Don’t stop,” she begs, her voice a breathless, broken thing that shatters the last of my restraint. “Please.”
The word is a match to a fuse. I claim her lips again, not with a kiss, but with an assault. My hand snakes down her body, bunching the silk of her nightie, dragging it up and over her head until I strip it off completely. I need her bare. I need to see every inch of what is mine.
My hand slides up the velvet skin of her thigh, slow and deliberate, until I flick a single finger over her clit. She gasps into my mouth, her body jolting as if I’d shocked her. She’s super sensitive, dripping for me, and the sheer heat of her excites me beyond reason.
I play with her, my thumb circling and pressing, enjoying the intoxicating, high-pitched sounds she makes as she tries to catch her breath. Then, I sink one finger into her. She’s sofucking tight I can barely move, her body gripping me like she’s afraid to let go.
I start a slow, punishing rhythm, fucking her with my finger while my thumb continues to wreck her sanity. I bend my head, my mouth closing over one rosy nipple, suckling so hard it draws a sharp, needy cry from her throat.
