He gulped, feeling his need launch through his veins, that need that came over him anytime his necessity to feed came knocking.
He had been suppressing it for a while now and that had been more than difficult.
Although, asides from his desire to have his Donna to himself, he had been curious about her essence.
Would he be so lucky that they would be compatible?
Her promise stood in the way though and he had been trying to help her keep it as much as he could. He knew he would never let her go, the thought of losing her to someone else plunged violence into his veins.
He was her fulfilled promise in flesh and blood, she just couldn't see that yet.
Till she does that and lets him take her, he would wait.
Patiently.
Yanking away the control she was holding onto might shake her mentally. He had lost control of his life once and he knew that hadn't been his best moment.
"I will escort you to your room."
As excited as he was, tonight wasn't a night he was sure about practicing restraint.
With everything that had happened, if he were to touch her, he would go all out.
"Not when I have a better idea." She pressed herself against him. "We should pick up where we left off," her hands trailed up his neck. "This time don't let my promise stop us."
She slipped her hands into his hair, pulling him down to her, mischief dancing in those blue eyes. His arms went around her instinctively, the heat passing through his robe and colliding with his skin, that jasmine smell filling his nostrils and desire flaming in his brown eyes.
"Why?" His voice was thick with lust, but the seriousness of his words did not miss her. "It is important to you."
"Because it's you, Eli." Her lips brushed against his and it took a lot not to take her lips and instead, listen to the words she had to say. "The person I have been waiting for is you."
She kissed him before he had a chance to say anything to that, clinging around him to remain where she was, it took a second for him to respond but when he did, his response was fierce.
His palm pressed against her lower back and it took him no later than two seconds to bring them both to bed. Her back pressed against the bed, him on her, resting his weight more on the hands he rested at both sides of her frame, caging her.
They kissed till they were breathless.
He pulled slightly away from her, looking down at her with eyes doused with pleasure while he rested on an elbow, light pants making it out of his lips.
"I'm going to taste you."
She blinked, not catching onto the meaning until she felt the smooth leather glove move up her thigh, under her gown that rolled up her legs the further he went.
His movement was slow, lighting her body on fire, electrifying sparks dancing on her skin, everywhere he touched.
Ah, she wished he could really touch her.
One day...
Pleasure pulled at the bottom of her belly and she balled her fists by her sides wanting to do something to him back, but not knowing exactly what to do.
She wasn't exactly thinking straight at the moment, her brain was fogged with the intensity of the lust that was slowly building in her.
"When I am done, I want my lips to be coated in your ecstasy. Do not even dare to stop yourself." His hand brushed over her lower lip, moving over it slowly from one end to another. "By all means, flood me."
She gulped.
Flood him?
He moved up, getting rid of his robes, in one pull. Her eyes roamed over his upper body that was now naked.
Her hands itched to touch him.
He was such a sight to be marveled upon, sculpted muscled perfection.
This time he didn't hover over her, he fell to his knees instead, his head disappearing somewhere in-between her thighs.
Oh by Ignas, he was really going to pick up where they stopped!
Excatly where they left off.
Expectation made her toes curl and she bit her lips to say still, as his breath fanned her inner thighs and she felt his hands pulling her to him at both sides.
Her legs raised and folded, his hands like an arc, keeping her thighs apart at both sides.
A ragged breath made it out of her lips at the contact of his warm lips against her skin, the heat of it peppering her thighs.
She wanted this as much as he did.
It had been a surprise when she agreed but now that his tongue was now gliding along the lines of her scars, her shaky breath that echoed around him, made it more real, allowing the sensation that drove through him to be unleashed.
His hands tightened around her, and he pressed his nose against her pant, moving his tongue over the silk material before taking a deep sniff again.
By everything perfect.
Euphoric.
"Eli..." It was a plea, it floated to his ears.
She was begging him to stop teasing her.
His arousal pushed him further, he wanted to hear her say his name again, but this time with more pleasure than begging.
So with his claws, that protruded out of his gloves, he got rid of her pants, letting the silk blue material fall away from her. He felt her thighs which were still caged by his arced arms, clench at the exposure before relaxing again.
Then his lips captured her with reckless abandon, his tongues gliding through her folds and savouring every nectar she had to give, her wetness coating his lips, her taste more than anything he had ever imagined.
He took her like a starved man, ravished her like his last meal.
Belladonna rocked back and forth, the fierceness of his action catching her off guard, moans bubbled out of her throat, she attempted to move away but he moved along with her, not letting her go.
It was overwhelming.
The pleasure was intense, it felt consuming, like something she shouldn't risk exposing herself to, yet desiring it to the point that the risk of doing so, and getting consumed to the point that she would explode from it, felt absolutely worth it.
His tongue was hot in its assault.
That wet-warm pleasure-driven muscle moved with expertise.
She arched her back, her hands diving down to slip through his short hair, her curls curling around it in a painful tug, when she felt his tongue pressed against her entrance.
Finding pleasure in the pain, his chest resonated with a groan.
"Eli... oh b--y Ignas... I...." Her mouth fell open in a silent moan, her breath coming out long and choked when she felt his hot lips against her pulsating clit, sucking.
One shaky hand slipped out of his hair and banged against the bed.
"Too... good... I can't...I can't..."
Her arousal spiked his and he moaned into her, his moans floated, releasing something feral within her.
She arched herself further into him, the need to take off her gown came over her, but the orgasm that was slowly spreading across her was paralyzing, her body stiffening, her toes curling, every part of her stretching taut.
She could feel it, the euphoria that was rushing over her.
From the tip of her toes to the strand of her hair.
Consuming.
Her eyes fluttered shut, surrendering to the feeling, until she remembered, Eli was still there.
What? She couldn't just orgasm into his mouth. That just didn't feel right.
Feeling like she was running out of time, she tried to pull away, pushing his head from her, but her efforts were useless, instead, his tongue continued its pleasurable assault, now at a quicker pace and with more savagery.
She was quivering beneath him, and he was hard as a rock.
What part of 'flood me' did she not understand?
"No. I'm going t--" her voice cut short into a long moan, her body shaking with the pleasure that slammed into her in successive waves.
It felt like she had been thrown into another universe completely.
The euphoria possessed her as she spasmed against him.
Her eyes watered at the pleasure that went through her over and over again without mercy.
Too good.
Too.
Good.