Chapter 44
Mira
My entire body awakens at the thought, and I take control. With my hand, I draw him farther down my throat, and the growl he gives then makes me want to suck him until he lets go completely.
When my teeth graze his smooth skin, his hips arch. The last trace of control Elliot had maintained is suddenly destroyed, and his demon breaks free. He starts fucking my mouth as if he hates me. As if I draw out all the emotions he finds unbearable.
I love it. In fact, I want even more. I want more of him, more of this.
Elliot pulls my hair, but I barely feel the small pinpricks of pain on my scalp. He uses me and marks my tongue with his desire with every thrust.
Our eyes meet, and the intensity I see in his sends a current of energy down my spine. When I cup his balls in my hand, every muscle in his body trembles.
"Don't you dare swallow."
He keeps thrusting. His cock shines with saliva, and my eyes nearly roll back.
He lets out a groan of pleasure when his hot cum hits the back of my throat. I'm afraid I'll choke because there's so much, but I take deep breaths to honor his request. He pulls his cock from my mouth, then traces the curve of my lower lip with his thumb, painting it with a mixture of my saliva and his seed.
"Open."
Looking him straight in the eyes, I show him what he wants to see.
"Fuck," he breathes.
His gaze is incandescent.
"Swallow every last drop," he orders.
I obey. He immediately drops to his knees on the rug and pins me to the floor. His lips find mine again and devour them. He only pulls his mouth away long enough to strip off my sweatpants and panties in one motion. In the firelight, my skin has a golden glow.
"You're perfect."
He touches the sensitive flesh of my inner thigh, making me feel worshiped, precious… loved. I've never felt so beautiful in my life.
He positions himself above me and slides a hand along my body while kissing me until I'm breathless. His penis hardens again, and I feel the moisture of his arousal trace a path of desire across my stomach.
When I take his erection in my hand, he shudders above me before setting out to touch or kiss every part of my body. As if he wants to memorize me with his lips. His head tilts to one side when I sweep my thumb through the bead of precum, then use it to help my hand glide over his cock.
Elliot moves down my body until his mouth is level with the part of me that desperately needs him. I twitch when he strokes me with his tongue. Sparks spread like the beginning of fireworks across my skin, and I grip his thick curls with both hands. He laughs against me, creating the most delicious vibration against my clit. As Elliot brings me to the brink, I have a kind of out-of-body experience. I scratch him, trying to find something to anchor me to Earth.
His lips find my most sensitive spot, and he begins to suck it while easing one finger into me. He gives me no respite and adds a second without waiting. A thousand colors explode behind my eyelids as I shatter around his fingers. He follows my orgasm with a kiss, smothering my whimpers of pleasure as if he wants to possess them.
When I come down from my orgasm, I'm trembling all over. He slides his thumb into the wetness between my legs before bringing it to my mouth and stroking my lower lip.
"Taste how much you want me."
I stick out my tongue to lick my lip before sucking the tip of his thumb.
His gaze turns predatory. He flips me over, then raises me onto my knees in front of him so that I'm facing the view of the city. I no longer know where to look: at him, kneeling behind me, or at the lights of New York shining before me.
The distinctive tear of a condom wrapper breaks the silence, and my lower belly ignites as I press my palms into the soft rug.
Elliot's body presses against my back, enveloping me in his warmth. His warm breath against my neck makes me lose my mind as he presses the head of his cock against my sex. He kisses the nape of my neck.
"You weren't supposed to make me smile or laugh."
He nibbles the edge of my ear before running his index finger over my earrings.
"You weren't supposed to work your way under my skin like a poison with no antidote."
He slides the tip of his cock into me. I push my ass back, but he moves at the same time and holds me captive.
"And you weren't supposed to make me want more."
Warmth blossoms in my chest. When he drives his cock into me in a single thrust, I let out a gasp. The intrusion burns, and tears sting my eyes.
"Now it's too late."
He smooths my hair before wrapping it around his fist like a rope. Then he pulls.
"You belong to me."
My arms shake and can barely support me. His words strike me straight in the heart. Elliot usually isn't very talkative, but tonight he won't stop. Every word slips into my soul and fuses together the broken pieces Victor left behind.
His fist tightens in my hair.
"Say it."
He thrusts into me so brutally that I slide forward on the rug and burn my knees. I can only answer with a moan as he does it again.
"Say you're mine."
He pulls all the way out, leaving me feeling empty.
"I'm yours," I cry.
I'm rewarded with another thrust, and this time he hits my sweet spot.
The pressure inside me only keeps building. The tingling begins at the top of my spine before traveling down to my toes. Elliot grips my hip with one hand while the other, tangled in my hair, forces me to look at him over my shoulder. The view before us is nothing compared to the sight of Elliot thrusting in and out of me on the verge of combustion. Entranced, I dig my nails into the rug when it's his skin I want to sink my fingers into, never to let him go again.
Forget sparks. Together, we're an inferno, so hot I fear I'll burst into flames if I touch him. The image is fitting, given that falling in love with Elliot is like playing with fire. One wrong move could consume me. Destroy me. Reduce me to nothing but a pile of ashes left in his wake.
Even so, I want to risk falling in love in the hope that we can create something beautiful together. Like a diamond formed under pressure, with flaws that make us magnificent. I want that kind of love with Elliot. A love as fierce as fire and as enduring as a precious stone.
The hand holding my hip moves to my clit. Pressing my sensitive flesh with his thumb, Elliot sends me plunging into the sweet abyss of pleasure. He follows me into ecstasy, still holding me in place for him.
He's perfect. We're perfect together. Everything is so perfect that I'm afraid to say anything aloud. There's much more than physical attraction between us, but I refuse to be the first to admit it. Even if I'm tempted.