Ash’s pov ;
"I...wahsl.." I tried to speak but couldn’t make the words as his fingers pressed on my hot and wet tongue.
"That’s enough talking. If you want soone to fuck you, It will be . It’s going to be my cock. Do you understand?"
Elijah’s eyes had a darkness to them, sothing possessive and demanding. I could feel the heat radiating off his body as he stood over .
And I don’t know why but it was kind of turning on.
He pushed his fingers deeper into my throat and I choked, my eyes watering.
The act was aggressive, asserting dominance in a way that made my heart pound in my chest. My breath hitched, and I struggled to maintain eye contact, the intensity in his eyes was both terrifying and electrifying. But I could see it.
He wanted to claim , mark his territory with every touch. I tried to push back the rising tide of bliss, the mixture of fear and excitent that threatened to overwhelm .
He leaned in closer, his breath hot against my skin as he whispered, "You belong to . I saved you and I brought you," The words were a command, a reminder of our unspoken rules. My body responded instinctively, a shiver running down my spine, and I knew that resisting was useless by now.
I closed my eyes, surrendering to the mont, and just lost in the mont. Elijah’s fingers pressed deeper into my mouth, the taste and feel of him overwhelming my senses.
Part of hated him—his arrogance, his possessiveness—but at this mont, all I could think about was the way his touch made my skin tingle and my pulse race. Despite my resentnt, I couldn’t deny the sinful attraction I felt for him.
I was exhausted, both physically and emotionally. Maybe that’s why I wanted to give in, even if it was just for tonight. The fight had long gone out of , replaced by a desperate need for the rough, violent touch that only he could provide. His dominance was infuriating, but it was also exactly what I craved at this mont.
I knew I could push him away if I wanted to. I could get up, walk out, and leave him behind. But the weight of his body pressing down on was insatiable, a twisted comfort that I couldn’t bring myself to reject. There was a strange security in his roughness, a sense of belonging even amidst the chaos.
"Angh!" His grip on my jaw tightened, and I moaned around his fingers, my own body and conscience betraying .
I hated him, but at this mont, I wanted nothing more than to be consud by him. Elijah was a bastard, but tonight, I needed his touch more than I needed to hold onto my pride.
I began to enjoy it, sucking on his long fingers. His touch was intoxicating, and I found myself leaning into it, my tongue twirling around his fingers, savouring the taste of him.
He froze for a mont, clearly expecting resistance instead of my willing submission.
"Hang!" I moaned softly, my body arching instinctively, pressing up against him. I could feel his hardness through his clothes, a reminder of the desire we both shared. It had been so long since I’d felt him like this, so long since I’d touched him, and the need was overwhelming.
My thoughts were a haze of longing and lust. I wanted to feel his naked body rubbing against mine, to caress against him and lose myself in the sensation. I yearned for his hands to grip and tightly squeeze every part of , leaving marks that would remind of this mont long after it had passed.
"Elijah," I whispered around his fingers, my voice a desperate plea. I wasn’t sure what I was asking for, but I knew I needed more. More of his touch, more of his roughness, more of him.
He seed to understand it though because his eyes grew dark with the sa hunger I felt. Slowly, he withdrew his fingers from my mouth, trailing them down my neck, leaving a burning path in their wake. His hands found my waist, gripping tightly, and I shivered in anticipation. This was what I wanted, what I needed.
I wanted to explain the situation of the bathroom to him, to tell him that guy cornered out of nowhere and started touching . Stripping and harassing , I wanted to tell him that I wasn’t cheating on him.
However, I feel like if I let him know the truth, he would leave hanging here with blue balls. So, I mustered up all my courage and gave him a lustful look instead of telling him the truth.
"Fuck then. If you don’t want to find soone else to touch , you should fuck hard and good," I taunted and purposely provoked, trying to hide my vulnerability.
He smirked, his hands tightening around my waist. "Finally showing your true colours, huh? I knew you were a slut, but I didn’t think you were such a desperate one."
I swallowed hard, fighting back the wave of emotion that threatened to overwhelm . "Just shut up and fuck ."
He didn’t waste any ti and obliged, his lips crashing down on mine in a searing kiss. I clung to him desperately, his roughness sending sparks of pleasure through my body. He pushed open my legs, positioning himself between them, my hips grinding up against him.
I reached down and hastily fumbled with his belt buckle, finally managing to unfasten it and shove his pants down. But before I could take off his underwear, he gripped my hands and pinned them above my head, his lips trailing down my neck.
"I’m the one who decides when you get what you want," he murmured against my sensitive spot, his breath so hot and heavy that it made shiver uncontrollably. "Don’t forget that."
I panted heavily and glared at him defiantly, even though I was completely going insane. "Fuck you."
He chuckled as his teeth nipped at my neck, gently at first but then took out his aggression by biting it so sharply that I knew it would leave a huge mark by morning. "You’d like that, wouldn’t you?"
He released my wrists, his strong and cruel hands roaming across my body, and I shuddered at the sensation. He’s an asshole but the things he did to my body were incomparable.
He gripped the hem of my shirt and yanked it over my head, tossing it aside carelessly. His eyes trailed over my bare torso, drinking in the sight. I flushed under his scrutiny, embarrassnt and arousal were just a weird combination.
A sinister smile pulled on his lips as he caressed whatever part of my body he could get his hands on. "You’re a work of art."
The complint caught off guard, and I could feel the heat rising to my cheeks. I averted my gaze, the intensity of his stare almost too much to bear.
His hand moved lower, slipping under the waistband of my jeans. He gripped my hardness, stroking it roughly, and I moaned, arching up into his touch.
"That’s it," he murmured softly. "You like it when I’m rough with you, don’t you?"
I nodded desperately as he pinched my nipple with his other hand, I whimpered and tried to cover it with my hand, but he swatted it away.
"Dare to hide what’s mine?" he growled intensely. "I want to see every inch of your body."
My face flushed a deeper shade of red, and I turned my head to the side, trying to avoid his gaze. He released my cock and grabbed my chin, forcing to look back at him.
"Look at . Who gave you permission to look away?"
I t his eyes, and I could see the lust and hunger reflected in them. Without breaking the heated eye contact, he lowered his face and kissed my right nipple, taking it into his mouth.
"Elij...ah!" A laboured moan escaped my lips as he flicked his tongue over the sensitive bud, teasing and caressing it with his lips and teeth. He was driving crazy, and I could feel myself losing control, my body responding to his touch involuntarily.
I unconsciously wrapped my legs around his waist while he sucked and licked my nipple. It was a delicious, torturous sensation, and I couldn’t help but grind against him, my erection throbbing against his own hardness.
He groaned as he pulled away from my chest, and bit hard on my neck.
"Fuck, you taste simply divine," he roared, his hands moving to unfasten my jeans.
I gasped as he freed my cock, his fingers wrapping around it and stroking it roughly. I was lost in the spine-chilling pleasure, my hips bucking against his hand, desperate for more.
But I wanted more roughness, this isn’t enough. No, this isn’t what I want. I want him to go wild, and take so hard that I forget my own na.
"Harder," I panted, the word escaping my lips before I could stop it.
Elijah grinned wickedly, his fingers tightening around my cock, and I moaned in response. He claid my lips in a rough, hungry kiss, his tongue invading my mouth and claiming it as his own.
Our lips moved tightly against each other, and I wished he could just eat my mouth, and tear my lips. I felt my cock throb painfully as I imagined how it would feel to have his entire body covering mine, crushing into the mattress and forcing the air out of my lungs.
The thought sent a shiver down my spine, and I nibbled on his lower lips, sucking and licking his tongue, and tasting his saliva.
My hips bucked uncontrollably, and Elijah released my cock, grabbing the back of my neck and pressing our foreheads together.
"You’re such a horny slut," he groaned, his breathing heavy.
"You’re one to talk," I retorted, glaring at him.
He smiled as his fingers tangled in my hair and tugged it hard. I cried out in pain and pleasure. His hand moved to the hem of his pants, pushing it down and revealing his erection.
"See what you’ve done to ?" he murmured, his eyes burning with lust.
"Good," I shot back with a hatred smirk. "That’s what you deserve for being an asshole."
His hand gripped the base of his cock as he gave it a stroke. His thing already looked angry and furious even though it was just semi-erect. "Oh, yeah? You think so?"
He leaned down and pressed his lips to my neck, biting and sucking at the tender flesh. I moaned, my fingers digging into his back, and my cock twitching against his.
"I think you want this just as much as I do," he whispered in my ear, his words sending a thrill through .
This was the most he had ever spoken during sex. Normally, he would be silent, only moaning and groaning. So, all his dirty talk was new and exciting to .
I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer and deepening the kiss. Our cocks were sliding against each other, and the sensation was exquisite, my body quivering with need.
"Elijah," I panted, my voice laced with desperation.
He pulled back slightly, looking into my eyes.
"Yes?"
"Please, fuck ."
The words slipped out before I could stop them, and I flushed, averting my gaze in sha. Being horny in his care has always been my weak point. My body would just not listen to .
"You little slutty actor," he used his fingers to press on the corner of my mouth to open it wider, drool dripping out. "How dare you beg for to fuck you? Don’t you know that begging is sothing sluts do?"
His dirty talk turned on even more, and I looked at him pleadingly. My shaless tongue followed his lips and ca out of my mouth. He instantly took it inside his mouth and sucked on it, causing to moan loudly.
His mouth was so warm, and I could taste his saliva and mine combined. I explored every inch of his mouth with my tongue, and he responded eagerly, pushing it down his throat.
Elijah pulled back suddenly, his lips glistening with our saliva, and I whimpered at the loss.
"Beg," he commanded, his voice husky with desire.
I hesitated for a mont, my heart pounding in my chest. Was I really going to stoop to such a level? But the ache between my legs was unbearable, and I knew there was no turning back.
"Please, Elijah," I pleaded, my voice barely a whisper.
"I can’t hear you," he said, his fingers wrapping around both of our cock and stroking it roughly.
I stopped breathing as another wave of ecstasy hit . "P-Please, fuck ! Please, I...need it, I need you inside ."
He groaned violently which made jump. "That’s a good boy."
Without another word, he flipped over, positioning on my hands and knees.
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