Belladonna's gown slipped off her body with ease, her gaze fixed on Eli who was leaning on an elbow so he could look at her.
Eli was the one always initiating their intimate moment, he always took the lead too, so right now, she was just doing whatever her lust-driven brain was telling her to do.
She moved to him, climbing up the bed and over him, her face hovering above his.
She could still see the doubt somewhere in his eyes, she wanted it to become non-existent.
Right now the thoughts of Alaris and her mission were far away.
So far away.
The body pressed against hers with warmth was all she could think about, the person under her was all her mind could think of.
"Donn---" she didn't let him finish that, her lips sealed against his, consumed his in the best way she knew how to.
She moved against him, the curves of her body melting against his own, his length pressed against her in a way that caused her to wriggle.
She pulled away from him, pressing her hands against his chest, as she tried to sit on him.
Her focus was on him, it really was, but she was just so horny and she needed him inside her.
The memory of how good it felt, a driving force she couldn't resist, until a sharp hiss that morphed into a grunt, made its way out of his mouth and she was reminded of his injured state.
She attempted to pull away but Eli was fast to stop her.
"No. Please, do not take your hands off me. Never take your hands off me.
Reassured, her hands curled around him again and he moaned as a dazed mind made it a struggle for her to bury his length into her aching walls.
She ran his hardened member up and down her slit, her arousal making her movement sleek, as she wriggled and tried but failed miserably to bite back moans that shuddered through her.
He twitched in her hand, throwing his head back, once again curling his hands into fists beside him stubbornly.
By Ignas, the stars he could see above his head.
She was teasing him.
Running his dick along the length of her wet folds like that.
It was intentional, she was driving him insane.
What books had she been reading to teach her this trick?
What--- ahhhh, by Ignas!
"By Ignas, do not torture me like this."
"What?" Her question was a little breathy, halfway through that she had discovered she liked the sensation her action gave her, even though she hadn't intended it at the beginning. The suspense and the torture, she liked the way it drove her to the edge.
Eli's hands went straight for her hair, quickly having a battle against the scarf, successfully letting it slip from her in a matter of seconds.
Before she could protest against that, his fingers had slipped through her hair and fisted it, his gaze swimming with pleasure as they zeroed on her and he rolled his hips so he could just jerk off into her hand, but her grip on him tightened making that difficult.
"Ah," he groaned. "Why are you doing this to me?"
His chest was raising and falling, the dim light in the room making the small beads of sweat on his chest glisten.
"You said I could do whatever I want---" Her hand moved him along her slit faster this time, pressing his cockhead against her clit, sending a sensation through her that caused her to shudder, her lower lip trembling.
"Eli," her voice was choked with tears. "You feel so good against me.*
He rolled his eyes shut.
"I want you inside me."
"Then do it. Put me inside you."
This torture was too much.
"You feel so good."
Could she even hear him at this point?
"You feel so good against---ahhhh!"
Their gaze met again, this time the lust in their eyes matched and when they looked at each other this time, it felt like there was nothing in-between then.
Eli used this opportunity to slip himself into her, her walls instantly clenching around him, a weeping arousal welcoming him, a feverish moan filling his ears as she clung to him, hands tight around his body.
With his hand around her lower back, he stabled her to a position that allowed him to thrust upwards into her, at a quickened pace that promised the rawest ecstasy and soon.
"How do I feel inside you, Donna?"
An incoherent mess of a response.
"Tell me."
His pace increased, his thrusts fast and deep, and her lips parted to answer, but the inaudible words that fell out of her opened mouth were useless.
So useless.
"Speak."
She was trying, she really was, but it was useless anyways, it wasn't working, so she didn't want to try anymore.
Instead, she wanted this. Wanted this madness, this insanity this pleasure brought.
She wanted him to fill her up with his own pleasure.
Every bit of him inside her.
Her toes curled, her back arched, her body shivered in his arms.
An incoming euphoria.
Until he suddenly slowed down his rhythm.
Her eyes snapped open immediately in question, but he was already looking sideways at her.
"How do I feel inside you, Donna?"
Still on this?
Her lips parted open, but her focus was on not losing the pleasure that was mounting in her.
So she tried to move her hips back and forth to make up for his reduction in rhythm, but it just wasn't the same.
"Please, Eli, pleaseeeeee."
"Tell me."
"Perfect." Finally, her brain was working only because she wanted a desperate reward. "You feel perfect inside me. You are exactly what I need. I want more. Please, give me more. Don't deprive me of you. I want all of you."
Eli moaned, his chest rumbling with the sound, as he become more aware, sensitive, and turned on by her body against his.
Her words pulled him further and further away from his doubt, the pleasure they provided and the pleasure they were were said with, pushing all his fear aside to let him fully enjoy the moment.
By Ignas, she wanted him.
Needed him.
His rhythm increased with a reckless abandon, one she tried to keep pace with but had to give up on because she just couldn't.
The ecstasy was shattering, the orgasm sending them to the moon and back, and while he finished in her, he took her trembling lips possessively, savoring everything she had to give as waves and waves of euphoria washed over them.
It was so good to be wanted.