55. Ariel - Pleasure Dom 1
55. Ariel - Pleasure Dom 1
Killian leaves the room to grab the rope, and I remain alone with Elijah.
He presses his lips to my jaw, a low sound rumbling in his chest. “Do you know how long it’s been?” he groans, his breath hot against my skin.
I am not sure I understand what he means by that. Maybe he hadn’t had sex in a while? Should I ask? Or should I be honest and say that I don’t know the answer?
Before I can reply, his mouth finds mine. The kiss is deep, consuming, like he’s trying to make up for all the lost time in one breath. His tongue moves against mine, tasting, claiming, worshiping. I melt into him, my body molding perfectly against his.
His scent—smoke, spice, and something purely Elijah—wraps around me until it’s all I can breathe. My fingers dig into his shoulders, and my legs tighten around his waist, drawing him closer. Closer. Closer. Until all I can feel and touch is him. And still, I need more.
He kisses me harder, deeper, until thought becomes impossible. A small sound escapes me, and he swallows it, his hand sliding up my left thigh, caressing my skin.
When he finally breaks the kiss, his forehead rests against mine. His voice trembles with raw emotion as his hips press into mine and I grind against him. “God, Ariel… I missed this. Your scent. Your taste. The feel of you in my arms. You have no idea how much I need you.”
I brush my lips against his again, breathless. “And I, you. I need you deep inside me–fucking me, loving me, claiming me.”
His green eyes flash with something that feels like both hunger and adoration. His thumb grazes my bottom lip, slow and deliberate, before he whispers, “Tell me what exactly you need from me, and I’ll give it to you.”
I guide his hand between my legs and press it to my pussy. “See how wet I am for you?”
He groans as his fingers run up and down my shorts. “You’re soaked.”
“I want your mouth there,” I moan.
His fingers slide under my shorts. “You want me to eat your sweet pussy and drown in your juices?” he asks as he gently rubs my clits.
Sparks run along my body, making every touch, every kiss, every brush of skin-on-skin feel so much more intense. I arch into his touch.
His fingers rub circles around my clit that make my entire body hum with need.
I manage only to whimper in reply.
“Do you want me to make you cum so many times with my tongue until you can barely withstand my touch, before I flip you onto your hands and knees and fuck you from behind, making you come more times before I finally fill you with my cum?” he growls into my ear. “Is that what you want, Ariel? Do you want Killian’s dick in your mouth while mine reminds your pussy how much I love to fuck you?”
A needy moan rips from my throat. I shouldn’t want this—not like this—but the fantasy crashes over me like a tidal wave.
I’ve only been with Killian and Asher—at least, from what I remember—but the thought of Elijah and Killian taking me together? Of being completely filled, completely claimed?
Yes!
I rock my hips against his hand, grinding against the pleasure building at his fingertips. “I want everything,” I whisper, breathless, desperate. “I want all of you.”
Elijah strokes my cheek. “I am yours, Ariel. You fucking own me. All I am, all I’ll ever be, belongs to you. Forever.”
These words are spoken from the heart–it’s a message from his heart, his soul, to mine.
My heart starts to beat faster. I love him, with a kind of love that I know is forever. That no matter how many lives I get to live, one, ten, a hundred, ten thousand, I’ll love him in all of them.
I want to tell him, but then…
The door opens. And the moment is lost.
Killian steps back inside, rope in hand.
His gaze lands on us—Elijah’s hand still buried between my thighs, my lips swollen from kisses, my body flushed with need.
And he smiles. “What a good little mate you are,” he praises, stepping closer until he reaches the edge of the bed. His hand brushes a loose strand of hair from my face, then trails slowly down my arm. “Let’s get you ready for us so we can worship your body,” he murmurs.
“Yes,” I breathe, already trembling with anticipation.
These men are going to kill me with how good they are going to fuck me.
Elijah moves behind me, his knees on either side of me, and pulls my back to his chest. His fingers are gentle as they pull my shirt up and over my head. His touch isn’t rushed—it’s reverent, almost worshipful. He’s taking his time.
Killian watches, his blue eyes darkening with heat as they roam over my exposed skin. Instead of feeling shy, I want him to look at me more, because, good Lord, the way he looks at me right me… like I’m the most beautiful woman on Earth.
“Let me get that,” Killian says as fingers brush my hips as he eases my shorts down. They slide past my thighs and fall in a soft whisper to the floor.
I part my legs, giving him a perfect view of my glistening pussy.
He rubs his mouth. Behind me, Elijah’s chest rumbles.
“Stand,” Killian orders me.
I slowly get up from the bed. When I’m standing in front of Killian, he leans in and kisses me before he turns me around. “You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen,” he murmurs into my ear, sending shivers down my spine. His tone changes when he adds, “Hands behind your back, Love.”