Chapter 12 12
“No need, I can walk on my own”
Salvatore stumbled because his weight was suddenly too much for Elena to carry. He slumped against the edge of the bed.
“You look pale…let me help you.”
The bandage at his side was deep red now.
"You need to lie down," Elena panted, her own heart hammering against her ribs. She reached for his shirt, her fingers trembling as she fumbled with the remaining buttons.
"The bleeding... seems to have started again when we walked out there."
Salvatore caught her wrists. His hands were scorching hot. He pulled her closer, forcing her to stand between his knees.
“I still can't understand why you did it, Elena?" he rasped, his eyes dark with a look she couldn't decipher. "You could have called for help. And you could have told them I kept you against your will. Is this what you want? To be in my cage?"
Elena looked down at him, her breath unsteady.
“Salvatore I—”
“Or do you want to tell me you've now fallen for me, huh?
That you're okay with being treated good in one second and neglected the next?”
“Don't you want to be free?”
“Free?”
"Free to go back to a father who sold me? Free to live in a world I understand no more? No."
She pulled one hand free and placed it on his cheek. His skin burned her palm. "I don't run away from people who place my life before theirs….even if I feel like they're monsters." “I must admit I see something inside you.”
"And what do you see now?" he whispered, his thumb grazing the soft skin of her inner wrist.
"I see a man mysterious enough for me to shun my discipline," she said softly.
Salvatore tugged her forward, moving her hand from his cheek down to his chest.
"I'll say it—”
“I'm tired of fighting the way you make me feel.”
“And yet, the promise I made to your mother keeps haunting me—.”
“I—I, I don't even know what to say.”
“It's okay, Elena, you don't need to.”
He pulled her into the heat of him while he buried his face in the crook of her neck, his hot breath sending shivers racing down her spine.
"You’re different," he muttered against her skin.
"Then let me save you first," she whispered.
She pushed him back gently onto the pillows, her hands moving to his belt feeling his muscles jump under her touch.
“Well, this is soaked with alot of blood and needs a change. I promise it won't hurt.”
“Ehhh—” Elena said scratching her hair, her mouth open.
“Ohhh,This?”
“Got them when I was a boy.”
“Here, touch them. It doesn't bite or are you scared?”
“No, I’m not. It's just—”
Salvatore glided Elena's hand through his scars suddenly stoping at his chest again.
“How does it feel?”
“Can't I stitch you up in peace? Elena said with a stern face slipping her hand away.”
“Well, you can do that but you can't hide your smile allday”
“Why are you being so flirty? You're wounded for Christ's sake!”
“I want you, Elena.” “I want you…” Salvatore said partially closing his eyes.
“So…I'll just take it, your injury is obviously affecting your emotional state.”
However as Elena turned to pick something from the first aid kit Salvatore pulled her around and her face slammed into his.
“Salvatore!, this isn't funny. Let me go! You’re weak for Christ's sake!”
But Salvatore only hardened his grip on her hand, chucking widely.
“You know, I'm not really holding on tight? If you really don't want to be here you wouldn't. So stop acting like I'm forcing you or you're not enjoying seeing me act this way.”
“Tell me you don't want this. Tell me you don't want me.” “Just tell me!, say the word and I'll stop it.”
“Hey,” Elena said, her voice calm and soft. “I didn't say I don't like the flirting, I'm only trying to see to your wounds.”
“This doesn't answer my question—”
“Shhhhhhh,” Elena said bending over to place her middle finger on his mouth, in the process revealing her fair thighs.
“Say no more.”
Salvatore seized the opportunity to slide his finger through her thigh just before she made a move to get down from him.
“Mmmh, you've got to stop…please.” Elena said in a moan arching her back as his hot hands slid through her thighs.
“You sound like you're asking for more, aren't you?.”
Elena so badly wanted to bend of her face and kiss him badddd but she managed to resist the urge to crash her lips into his showing him how wet she was already beginning to feel.
“I want you, so what?” Then she pulled out from his grip and slid down to the floor taking what she wanted from the first aid.
But just as she leaned over him to clean the wound, Salvatore’s hand slides into her hair, his fingers tangling in the soft curls. He pulled her face down to his.
His lips savoured her mouth desperate and hungry, and his tongue tasted every inch of her.
“Salvatore—” she groaned into his mouth, her hands sliding up his chest as her nails grazed his collarbones.
He moved with a sudden, sharp strength, rolling her over until he was hovering above her, his weight pressing her into the soft duvet. He hissed as his wound protested, but he didn't stop.
"I told you," he breathed, his lips brushing against hers. "Once I claim something, I don't let it go."
"Then claim it," Elena challenged, her eyes locked on his. "If you want it, take it.”
He bent his head, his mouth traveling down her throat, his tongue tracing the line of her collarbone.
“Arrghh,” Elena arched her back, her fingers digging into his shoulders. Salvatore hovered above her, his weight supported on his elbows to spare his side. He kissed her collarbone, then lower, his lips brushing the swell of her breasts. She gasped, her fingers tangling in his hair, guiding him without demand.
When his hand slid up her thigh, bunching the silk of her dress, Elena felt her walls crumbling and the heat between her thighs Rose.
"Salvatore," she gasped, her head falling back as his mouth found the sensitive skin of her shoulder.
He pulled back just enough to look at her, his breathing ragged, his face flushed with fever and lust. "You think you can handle a monster, Elena?"
"I think," she said with a nod while reaching up to pull his head back down to hers, "I want to feel it."
“Claim me.”
Salvatore's mouth crashed back onto hers, the kiss fierce and demanding, his tongue thrusting deep into her mouth exploring every part of her.
Elena matched his intensity, her teeth nipping at his lower lip, drawing a low growl from his throat. His hand on her thigh tightened, fingers digging into the soft flesh before sliding higher, pushing the silk fabric up until it bunched around her waist. The cool air hit her exposed skin, but it was quickly replaced by the heat of his palm as he cupped her through her damp panties.
She moaned into his mouth, her hips bucking instinctively against his touch. "Salvatore... please," she whispered, her voice breaking with need.
Immediately, His fingers hooked into the edge of her underwear, yanking them down her legs in one swift motion. They tangled at her ankles, forgotten as he spread her thighs wide, his gaze dropping to stare at her bare pussy, glistening with arousal.
"So wet for me already," he murmured, his voice rough with desire. He traced a finger along her slit, parting her folds to circle her clit slowly. Elena's breath hitched, her body trembling as sparks of pleasure shot through her. He pressed harder, rubbing in tight circles while his other hand pinned her wrist above her head, reminding her of the power he held even wounded.
"Tell me you want this," he demanded, his finger dipping inside her just enough to tease, feeling her walls clench around the intrusion.
"I want you," Elena gasped, her free hand clawing at his back, nails scraping over old scars. "Fuck me, Salvatore. Don't hold back."
His eyes darkened, the monster she craved surfacing. He withdrew his finger, bringing it to his lips to taste her essence, his tongue swirling around it with a groan.
“You taste so good.”
Then, without warning, he lowered his head between her legs. His mouth latched onto her pussy, tongue lapping at her clit in
broad, hungry strokes.
“Arrghh,” Elena cried out, her hips jerking up as he sucked hard, his lips sealing around the sensitive nub. He devoured her like a man starved, tongue thrusting into her entrance, fucking her with it while his nose ground against her clit.
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