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“Elijah,” she whines, the need in her voice almost enough to break my composure. “I asked nicely.”
I drop my head forward and chuckle, fuck, this woman keeps me on my toes. Every time I’ve ever thought I had her figured out, she surprises me with a new layer of herself.
“That you did,” I murmur, pressing my hips forward just enough for her to stretch around the head of my cock. Feeling her wrapped around me has a feral growl clawing up my throat, and this time I can’t hold it back. The sound is primal, as if the monster inside me knows we’re about to claim our woman.
It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell Snow that this is it, that once her cunt has wrapped around my length for the first time, there will be no escaping her fate. But I’m a selfish bastard, and I know all telling her will do is make her fight me while I take what belongs to me. I like it better when she’s compliant, when she looks at me with hooded eyes and asks me nicely to fuck her.
My eyes lock at the place where we’re barely joined. Just the tip of my cock breaching her tightness, but it’s the single most erotic thing I’ve ever seen in my life. It’s like her cunt was made for me, as if somewhere along the way, her body was crafted just for me to claim.
I take a deep breath and push forward through her folds, a long groan breaking from my chest as I sink farther into her until I’m fully seated inside her.
“Holy fuck,” Snow breathes, her body trembling beneath mine.
There are no words for the pleasure shooting up my spine or how perfectly she takes me. I hold myself still for long moments, desperately trying to grasp on to the composure I hold in every other aspect of my life. But I should know by now that Snow challenges everything I’ve ever known and everything I’ve ever been.
39
Snow
The moment Elijah starts moving again is like I can finally draw in a full breath. Like my body doesn’t know how to breathe without him anymore.
Elijah’s jaw is tight as he thrusts forward in sharp snaps, the force of which makes me ache. He’s not gentle, but then I didn’t expect him to be. It’s not like the first time I’ve fucked any other guy, there isn’t the slow start as we try to figure each other out. No, Elijah seems to know everything about my body without me having to say a word.
“Your cunt is squeezing the hell out of me,” he grunts the words through clenched teeth. The man who's always in control looks ready to throw caution to the wind and fuck me like I crave, but I’ve already conceded too much to him. I’ve already begged him to fuck me with a gun and played right into his hands by asking him to claim me.
I can’t allow myself to give him anything else or to let him know just how much he affects me.
I press my head back into the mattress, dragging my eyes from his in an attempt to stamp down the intimacy of the moment. I’ve never done anything close to making love. In fact, I’ve laughed at people who use that phrase on a regular basis. But what Elijah is doing to me right now and the way my body is reacting… it’s as close as I’ve ever been. My heart beats heavily in my chest, each thump more painful than the last.
“Eyes on me, Snowflake.” The rumble of his voice startles me into doing as he says before I’ve consciously thought about what I’m doing. He’s pleased by my submission, and I want to hate it. I want to fight against him and tear my eyes from his, but I don’t.
Elijah moves with measured strokes, his hips meeting mine with each thrust, his hands planted on either side of my head. We’re too close. His heat is almost suffocating. Being surrounded by him makes it hard to breathe, and yet I know the moment he pulls away I’ll gasp for the air he provides.
I wrap my legs around his waist, unable to hold back my own desperation for him. My hips raise to meet his, and his eyes flare with a fire I’ve never seen before. I’ve seen him angry, I’ve seen him turned on, and I may have even seen him happy on a couple of occasions. But I’ve never seen him lose the control he holds on to.
“Fuck, Snow,” he groans, his pace picking up into a wild rhythm of skin slapping together and the sound of my wetness filling the room. Perhaps I would be embarrassed by the sound if it were anyone else plowing into me, but by the way Elijah stares at me like my pussy is made of gold, I can’t find it in me to be anything other than turned the fuck on.
For the first time since I’ve been here, I reach for him. I reach for Elijah and trail my fingers down his bare chest, committing every tattoo, scar, and hard muscle to memory. Perhaps he means it when he says that I’m it for him and there’s nowhere for me to run, but I’ve been the disappointment my entire life. Why would this be any different? It’s only a matter of time before Elijah realizes that, and if he allows me to live, I want to remember every last second of this.
“Touch yourself,” he demands.
I immediately snake my hand between our bodies, seeking the bundle of nerves that will inevitably throw me over the edge of the cliff into an oblivion I’m not sure I’m ready for.
“You’re much more compliant with my cock inside you,” Elijah muses between thrusts. “Perhaps I’ll need to keep you impaled at all times so you’re always a good girl for me.”
My cheeks heat at his words, and I expect anger to overwhelm me, but instead my pussy pulses around him and drags a long moan from both of us.
“Do you like that idea, Snowflake? Do you want my cock inside you all the time?”
“Yes.” The word tumbles from my lips as I approach my orgasm. The power of his thrusts mixed with my own petting brings me to the brink and I hover there, dragging my bottom lip between my teeth as I fight against the power of it.
A snarl forms on his lips as if he’s barely containing the other side of him, the one the rest of the world sees. “You’ll get very good at controlling your orgasms, Snow, but right now, I want to feel your cunt come around me.”
I suck in a breath, barely holding myself back from doing as he wants, but there’s something in the back of my mind that keeps my orgasm just out of reach. Perhaps it’s the fact that the moment I fall apart in his arms, I’ll never be able to put myself together again without him. But I can’t focus on it for more than a second before the pleasure tears me back to my body.
“Now, Snow. Don’t make me ask again.” His words come on a growl, his jaw set so tight I'm worried it might snap.
As if my body can’t deny him, every muscle tightens, and then all at once, release, taking me over the edge into an oblivion I’ve only ever read about. The intensity has my lungs seizing in my chest, unable to drag in a breath around the pleasure holding my body hostage.
