Chapter 13 13.
“Uhhmm—Yess!!,”
“Salvatore,” she screamed as the pleasure built fast, coiling tight in her belly. Her fingers twisted in his hair, pulling him closer even as the intensity bordered on overwhelming.
"Oh god, yes... right there," she panted, her body arching off the bed. Salvatore hummed against her, the vibration sending her spiraling.
His fingers robbed circles round her clit teasing them making her arch for more.
“Do you want me to ruin you?”
“Yes, please….ruin my pussy.”
Salvatore thrusted the first finger in and she let out an excruciating moan. Then he pulled it out and thrusted deep again.
“There, there fill me up.” She begged in a whisper.
He added two fingers, curling them inside her to hit that spot that made her see stars, pumping them in and out while his tongue flicked relentlessly.
“Yesss!!”
Elena's orgasm hit like a storm, her pussy clenching around his fingers as she came hard, juices flooding his mouth. He didn't stop, licking her through it, prolonging the waves until she was shaking, oversensitive and begging. Only then did he pull back, his chin slick with her release, a predatory smile on his lips.
"Taste so fucking good," he rasped, crawling up her body. His cock strained against his pants, hard and throbbing. Elena reached for his belt again, this time with purpose, unbuckling it and shoving his pants down. His cock sprang free, thick and veined, the head already leaking pre-cum. She wrapped her hand around it, stroking firmly from base to tip, feeling it twitch in her grip.
Salvatore hissed, his hips thrusting into her hand. "Elena..." He captured her mouth again, letting her taste herself on his tongue as she pumped him faster. But he wasn't content to let her lead. With a grunt, he batted her hand away and positioned himself at her entrance, the blunt head of his cock nudging her slick folds.
"Look at me," he ordered, waiting until her eyes met his. Then, with one powerful thrust, he buried himself inside her to the hilt. Elena screamed, the stretch burning deliciously as he filled her completely. He was huge, stretching her walls to their limit, but the fullness was everything she craved.
He paused, buried deep, his forehead pressed to hers as he caught his breath. The pain from his wound flickered across his face, but he ignored it, rolling his hips in a slow grind that made her whimper.
"So tight... like you were made for my cock."
"Move," she urged, wrapping her legs around his waist, heels digging into his ass to pull him deeper. Salvatore obliged, pulling out almost all the way before slamming back in, setting a brutal pace. Each thrust rocked the bed, his balls slapping against her ass as he fucked her hard, the sound of skin on skin filling the room.
Elena's nails raked down his back, leaving red trails over his scars. The pain seemed to spur him on, his thrusts growing erratic, deeper, hitting her cervix with every plunge. She met him stroke for stroke, her pussy gripping him like a vice, milking his cock as pleasure built again.
"Harder," she demanded, her voice hoarse. Salvatore growled, shifting to hook her legs over his shoulders, folding her in half. The new angle let him drive even deeper, his cock pounding her g-spot relentlessly. Elena's vision blurred, tears of ecstasy pricking her eyes as she chanted his name.
Sweat dripped from his brow onto her chest, mixing with the sheen on her skin. He leaned down, capturing a nipple in his mouth, sucking hard while his teeth grazed the peak. The dual assault—his cock ravaging her pussy, his mouth tormenting her breast—pushed her over the edge again. She came with a wail, her walls fluttering around him, squeezing tight enough to make him curse.
"Fuck, Elena... gonna cum," he grunted, his rhythm faltering. But he held back, pulling out suddenly. He flipped her onto her stomach, yanking her hips up so her ass was in the air. Elena braced on her elbows, glancing back to see him stroke his slick cock, eyes fixed on her dripping pussy.
"Not done with you yet," he said, slapping her ass lightly before thrusting back in from behind. The position let him go deeper, his hips snapping against her with punishing force. One hand tangled in her hair, pulling her head back as he fucked her like an animal, the other reaching around to rub her clit.
Elena's arms gave out, face pressed into the duvet as she moaned incoherently. The pull on her hair, the relentless pounding, the fingers on her clit—it was too much. Her third orgasm crashed through her, pussy spasming wildly around his cock.
That did it for Salvatore. With a roar, he slammed in one last time, his cock pulsing as he flooded her with hot cum, filling her to overflowing. Rope after rope painted her insides, some leaking out around him as he kept thrusting through his release.
They collapsed together, his body covering hers, both panting and spent. He stayed inside her, softening slowly as he kissed the back of her neck. "Mine," he whispered, the word a vow amid the aftershocks.
Elena turned her head, capturing his lips in a softer kiss. "Yours," she agreed.
Elena climbed him, her ass positioned to his face. She was evidently not done. She reached for his cock taking it with her hands.
“Ugggh, Elena!”
“Feels so good.”
She stroked it at the tip causing him to shift and moan more. Then she started stroking it slowly exerting more and more pressure.
“You know how to do it so well.”
Then she bent, taking his cock into her mouth, spreading her legs in the process. Her ass few inches from his face and her nipples rubbing his stomach area.
She took his cock into her mouth, greasing them with her saliva as pleasure shot through Salvatore's body. As if not enough she turned facing him now so she could take the cock in more causing Salvatore's cock to spring up.
Salvatore face-fucked her steadily, hands on her head, watching her throat bulge. Saliva dripped from her chin, mixing with tears of effort, but she took it all, humming around him. Salvatore's hips snapped, chasing another peak.
"Swallow it all, you filthy girl." She nodded, eyes watering, and incame down her throat, hot jets that she gulped down without spilling a drop.
Panting, he pulled out, strings of spit connecting us. She licked her lips, crawling up to straddle his lap on the floor now, where they’d tumbled. Her pussy hovered over his cock. She sank down, riding him reverse, ass grinding against my abdomen.
Salvatore hands roamed—squeezing her cheeks, slipping a finger into her well-fucked ass for leverage.
“Uggh-hh, you feel so good.” Then she continued riding him like a horse.
Salvatore used his other hand to reach up grabbing her breasts and squeezing them.
She bounced, the motion fluid, her moans filling the room. Then he thrust up, meeting her, the dual sensations driving them both mad. She also reached back, fondling his balls, rolling them gently.
"Your cum feels so good inside me," she panted.
He slapped her ass, urging her faster, the sting making her clench.
Then he pulled her off my cock turning her, just as she wanted to protest. But he pushed her back into his cock. She let out a moan as she understood the message.
She started riding him to his face now. He pressed her body towards his and grabbed her breasts as she continued riding him.
Then the built another climax together, her pussy spasming as she squirted around him, soaking his groin. Salvatore ollowed, pumping more seed into her, the overflow dripping down his shaft. Exhausted, she slumped against him but even then, her hand teased his nipple, a promise of endless nights.
But even in the quiet, the wound at his side seeped, a reminder that their passion was fragile against the world outside.As she shifted carefully, reaching for fresh bandages, her touch gentle now. Salvatore watched her, his hand stroking her thigh possessively. The night stretched on, their bodies entwined, the heat lingering between them.
However, as Elena cleaned his wound again, her fingers steady despite the flush on her cheeks, Salvatore pulled her back down beside him. "Stay," he murmured, not a command but a plea. She nodded, curling into his good side, her head on his chest. The rise and fall of his breathing lulled her, but sleep was far off. Instead, they talked in whispers.
Hours passed, the moon giving way to dawn. Salvatore's pain ebbed with her care, but the fire between them smoldered, ready to ignite again. When she finally stitched the wound closed, her hands lingering on his skin, he captured her wrist once more.
"You saved me tonight," he said, eyes intense.
"We saved each other," she replied, leaning in for another kiss. It started slow, but soon his hands roamed again, tracing the curves he'd claimed. Elena straddled him carefully, avoiding his injury, her pussy still sensitive but aching for more. She ground against his hardening cock, teasing them both.
"Again?" he chuckled, voice gravelly.
"Always," she breathed, guiding him inside her. This time, she rode him slow, savoring every inch, her hips rolling in a rhythm that built tension anew. Salvatore's hands gripped her ass, guiding her movements, thumbs pressing into the dimples there.
She leaned forward, breasts brushing his chest as she kissed him deeply. His cock hit deep with each downward thrust, her clit grinding against his pubic bone. Pleasure simmered, drawn out, their eyes locked in silent communication. When she came, it was quiet, a shuddering release that pulled him over with her, his cum mixing with the remnants from before.
Exhausted at last, they lay tangled, the duvet a mess around them. The emotional storm had passed, leaving a raw connection in its wake. Salvatore held her close, his wound forgotten in the warmth of her body. For the first time, Elena felt seen around him. For her she'd conquered the monster in him.
“How about you tell me a little about my mother.”
“Well, I'll tell you about the time before you came to this earth.” Salvatore said wrapping his hands against her head that lay on his chest, giving her a soft Peck.