Chapter 2 Elara Vire...Solis
Elara's POV,
His mouth is warm and demanding, tongue sliding against mine. I melt into it, loving the taste of him, the way his lips press firm and hungry. I want more, pulling him closer every time he tries to break away, my body aching for that connection.
We kiss again, harder, my hands clutching his shirt as his fingers trails down my side.
"Cara," he whispers against my lips, his voice low and knowing, sending a thrill through me. Even though that wasn't my name, I didn't care. I kiss him back fiercely, savoring the heat building between us. His hand slip under my skirt, pushing aside my panties. I gasp into his mouth as his fingers find my pussy, already wet and ready.
He circles my clit slowly at first, then dips one finger inside me, stretching my virgin tightness. I moan, breaking the kiss only to dive back in, needing his lips on mine. His finger pumps in and out, adding a second, curling to hit a particular spot that makes my legs shake. Pleasure builds fast, my hips bucking against his hand. I cum hard, my pussy clenching around his fingers, waves of ecstasy crashing over me as I kiss him desperately through it.
"Cara, you're so tight". He murmurs, withdrawing his fingers. I whimper, wanting it more now.
I don't even know what I want. He unzips his pants, his hard cock springing free. I stare, now very nervous, and he pulls me into another kiss as he lifts my leg, positioning himself at my entrance.
"There's no going back, you know". He whispers against my lips. I bite them and nod vigorously.
"Do it."
He pushes in slowly, inch by inch, breaking my hymen with a sharp sting that faded into fullness. I cry out softly, but kiss him deeper, loving the way he's filling me.
He starts to thrust, steady and deep, his cock sliding in and out of my pussy. The library's quiet amplified every wet slap and gasp. I wrap my arms around his neck, kissing him nonstop, our tongues tangling as pleasure rebuilt. My second orgasm hit suddenly, my walls squeezing his cock, milking him as I tremble against him.
He doesn't stop, pounding harder now, one hand gripping my ass and the other fondling my breasts. "Cara, come for me again." He growls.
And I do, the third climax ripping through me, my pussy pulsing wildly around him. He groans, thrusting deep one last time before pulling out and cumming inside me.
He rests his forehead on mine and I reach up to kiss him again. But he chuckles and kiss my cheek, "When you leave, ensure to take birth control."
I promise him silently. For the first time, I feel chosen and wanted. He dresses up quietly, arranges my hair and asks me to wait.
But immediately he leaves, I dress quickly, heart pounding, and leave without looking back.
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By morning, I create a new identity, buy a ticket and fly to Spain.
I cut my red hair short and dye it blonde, buy thick glasses, an apartment and clothes that belong to me.
The next day, I walk into my new college, pulse as steady as ever in my life.
"Name?" the administrator asks.
I smile.
"Elara Solis."
And just like that; I am free.
~~
The old woman smells faintly of dust. She squints at the book in her hands, fingers trembling as she flips the pages too quickly, missing the words she's trying to read.
"Take your time," I say softly, even though I was already frustrated. "There's no rush."
She smiles at me like I'm a blessing and then the doors burst open.
"Noemi," I mutter under my breath.
She storms in like a hurricane, phone pressed to her ear, and voice booming. She's yelling about something, gesturing wildly as if the person on the other end of the call can see her.
"I told you already, I am NOT doing this again..."
I close my eyes, exasperated. All eyes were on her, irritated, but she didn't even care. The peace and silence was ruined.
I gently guide the old woman toward the desk and whisper that I'll be right back, then march straight toward my very loud friend.
I grab her wrist and drag her outside as she keeps talking the entire time. When she finally hangs up, she beams.
"Elara! Baby!"
She pulls me into a hug and I shrink away instantly.
"Oh. Right." She laughs. "Forgot that you're highly allergic to hugs."
"Yes," I say dryly. "And noise. Which begs the question; why are you disturbing the peace of my library?"
She scoffs. "It's my boyfriend again. He's being an asshole."
I roll my eyes. It's always her boyfriend.
"Why not dump him?"
She grins. "Only because he has the most delicious ass. And oh…best sex ever."
I cringe but my mind betrays me, drifting to a blurred memory from five years ago. Suddenly my neck was hot.
Noemi clicks her tongue. "Too bad your husband's dead and you've sworn off men. You'd understand me."
I give her a tight-lipped smile and pull out my phone.
"How's the project coming along?" I ask.
She shrugs and plops onto the bench.
"You've done your part. Let me do mine. I promise it'll be the best among the best."
"If only you'd focus on the actual project instead of how legendary it'll be"
We both turn as a familiar irritated voice cuts in.
"If you spent half as much time working as you do yelling, you'd be top of the class," Camilla says.
The black-haired menace stands there with a Birkin bag in one hand and three phones in the other, looking like the absolute Queen of whatever world she lived in.
"Fuck you, Camilla," Noemi snaps. "And get lost. I'm talking to my coursemate."
"Elara would've done so much better in law with me," Camilla mutters, with an eye roll.
They start bickering immediately and I tune them out to look around instinctively.
Camilla notices as usual and thrusts her car keys in my face. "He's sleeping in the car."
Without a word, I run to her car.
I open the car door to see him curled up in the back seat, lashes resting against his cheeks, breathing soft and even. My heart melts like it does every time.
I kiss his forehead and his eyes flutter open.
"Mama?"