Chapter 94 Chapter 94
Violet
I met his gaze and looked into those dark, intense eyes that saw through every defense I'd ever built.
“Don’t leave,” I pleaded.
He was already shrugging out of his shirt, his movements swift and economical. The sight of his broad chest, corded with muscle, sent a fresh wave of heat through me.
His skin, smooth and golden, gleamed in the dim light. And those beautiful tattoos covering him all laid bare for me.
He kicked off his boots, then unbuckled his belt, his eyes never leaving mine. The air in the room crackled with unspoken tension, with the raw, animalistic energy of two wolves on the precipice.
"I won't," he promised, his voice a deep rumble that resonated through my aching body. "I won't leave you. Not like this."
He shed his trousers, and my eyes widened, fixating on the hard, thick shaft that sprang free, already engorged, glistening with pre-cum.
It was magnificent, just like the rest of him, and my heat screamed for it.
My breath hitched. "Oh, goddess," I whispered, reaching out a trembling hand, my fingers brushing against the hot, slick head of his cock.
It pulsed under my touch, thick and hard, a perfect fit for the aching emptiness between my legs.
He groaned low, his eyes closing for a brief moment, savoring the contact. "Fuck, Violet."
He sounded beautiful and so raw, like he was fighting to keep himself in control. I reached out with my hand to cup his face as he moved onto the bed, hovering over me, his weight supported by his arms.
The scent of him, raw and male, enveloped me, filling my senses, overriding everything else.
"Please," I begged again, my voice hoarse, my hips lifting instinctively. "Please, put it in me. I need it. I need you."
He lowered himself, slowly, agonizingly slowly.
The tip of his cock brushed against my wet entrance, slick and hot. A jolt, electric and profound, shot through me, making me arch my back, a guttural moan escaping my lips.
My pussy clenched, desperate to swallow him whole.
"Beg for my cock" he murmured, his voice strained, his eyes searching mine, still holding that last shred of concern, that last sliver of doubt. "I want to hear you say it out loud, over and over again."
"Yes!" I cried, grabbing his hips, pulling him down, desperate to bridge the agonizing gap between us. "I'm sure! Please, Elijah, just… just sink into me. Don't make me wait."
My voice was a frantic plea, a desperate animal sound. "I'm begging you. Take me. Take all of me."
His control snapped.
With a low growl that vibrated through my entire body, he plunged forward, his cock sliding into me, slow and deliberate at first, then with a powerful thrust that buried him to the hilt.
A gasp tore from my lips, a mix of pain and pure, unadulterated ecstasy.
He was so big, so full, stretching me in a way I'd never experienced. My body screamed, a glorious, primal scream, as he filled every aching inch of me. My pussy clenched around him, a tight, wet sheath, drawing him deeper.
"Oh,my goddess," I whimpered, tears of relief and pleasure streaming down my face.
"Yes. That's it. That's what I needed."
He paused, his body rigid, his head thrown back, a guttural groan ripping from his throat. His muscles flexed, his hands gripping my hips, holding me in place, impaled on his magnificent cock.
"You feel incredible," he gasped, his voice thick with desire, his breath ragged. "So tight. So hot."
He began to move, slowly again, withdrawing almost entirely, then pushing back in with a deep, deliberate thrust.
Each movement sent waves of pleasure crashing through me, building, intensifying.
"More," I begged, my hips rising to meet his every thrust, my hands clawing at his back, leaving red marks on his skin. "Faster. Deeper. Please, Elijah."
He obliged, his pace quickening, his thrusts becoming more powerful, more urgent. My clit, swollen and sensitive, loved the insistent friction that promised oblivion.
I wrapped my legs tighter around his waist, pulling him closer, wanting to feel every inch of him, wanting him to bury himself so deep he touched my soul. My pussy pulsed around him, contracting with every thrust, drawing out his pleasure, even as mine spiraled higher.
“Aah”
“I love these sounds you make” He said and leaned down, his mouth finding mine, kissing me with a fierce, hungry desperation.
His tongue plunged into my mouth, mimicking the rhythm of his hips, battling with mine, swirling and sucking. I tasted him, pine and musk and pure, raw desire, and it only fueled my frenzy.
His hand left my hip, moving down, his fingers finding my clit.
“So fucking perfect” He murmured “Just like I had imagined”
He began to rub, circling, pressing, teasing. The combination of his deep, pounding thrusts and the exquisite torment of his fingers on my clit was almost too much. My body arched, a guttural cry tearing from my throat.
"I'm going to come," I gasped, my voice broken, shattered. "Elijah, I'm going to come."
He chuckled, a low, sexy rumble against my lips.
"Not yet, little girl," he growled, his fingers intensifying their assault, his thrusts becoming even more brutal, more relentless. "I want you to shatter for me when I tell you to. I want to feel every piece."
And then he hit it, that sweet spot, pressing down, grinding his thumb into my clit as he drove his cock deep, deep inside me. My body convulsed, a wave of pure, unadulterated pleasure washing over me, stealing my breath, stealing my will.
“Come for me” He ordered.
My back arched, my toes curled, and a scream tore from my throat as the orgasm ripped through me, violent and complete, shattering me into a million glittering pieces. My pussy clenched around his cock, drawing out his own climax.
He groaned, a primal roar, his body tensing, his thrusts becoming frantic, desperate.
He buried his face in my neck, his breath hot against my skin, and with one final, earth-shattering plunge, he emptied himself deep inside me, filling me with his hot, thick cum.
His body shuddered against mine, his muscles quivering as he collapsed on top of me, and then pulled me closer.
I just lay there, wrapped in his arms, my body blissfully tired from the pleasure and my eyelids began to grow heavy. I tried to say something but he shook his head gently.
“You need to sleep. Rest, sweetheart.”
I was too exhausted to focus on the last word so I simply curled into a ball and pulled him even closer.
Somewhere between the careful distance and the passionate moments like this, between his gentleness and his dominance, I feared I was starting to fall for Elijah Deveraux.
And that made Lady Aurelia's game infinitely more dangerous.
Because now I had something real to lose.