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“Do it,” I beg. Apparently, that’s enough to get Elias to slow for a moment, some of his intensity lessening. The intensity of the way he’s fucking me, anyway. The look in his eyes as he stares down at me makes my stomach flip.
“You… you can. If you want. It’s safe.” It’s incredibly hard to think. Elias is still inside me, but he’s stopped, buried deep, while we try to have half a discussion in the middle of all of this. His cock still grinds against my inner walls as I involuntarily tremble and clench around him, so needy and impossibly aroused, and it’s—
Shit. What was I even trying to say?
“You and Caelan, you can’t carry diseases, right? So, it’s only not getting me knocked up that’s the potential issue. And believe me, that isnotsomething I want in my life right now. If there were any risk, I wouldn’t be taking it.”
“But there isn’t?” he prompts.
I shake my head. Something in me feels like it’s shattering at the thought alone—to be so filthily claimed like that. “Come inside me! Please.”
Pure lust flares in his eyes as he pulls out, removing the condom. I’m too shaky to hold my original position, bent nearly in half, without Elias to support me there. I collapse down to the bed with a moan.
Elias allows it. He shifts me onto my side, kissing me firmly again as he hooks one of my legs over his shoulder and sinks back into me.
The new position is a little less strained, and Elias’ cock pounds into me at a new angle, making my eyes roll again. It also has the benefit of letting me turn my face into the covers to muffle my screams. There are a lot of those.
Elias strokes his knuckles along my jaw. Then his hand lowers to my throat, and I gasp. His grip isn’t enough to choke me, but it’s possessive and dangerous enough to send a helpless thrill through me.
Having him pin me down and wrap his hand around my neck while he fucks me raw, the weight of his sheerpowerelectrifies the air. Loving him. Submitting to him. He’s so possessive and demanding, and it’s everything I could have ever dreamed of in all my fantasies about fucking the darkest sides of them.
All I can do is beg for him, “Elias, Master,please.” The searing heat of another orgasm builds rapidly. My muscles tense and tremble, fingers clutching at the sheets, my body slick with sweat.
Elias growls my name, abruptly stilling. He tenses and groans, eyes clenching shut, and his cock twitches inside me. Heat floods my face, knowing he’s spilling into me, filling me up with his seed, and it’s filthy. Hot. So used, so claimed, and that’s enough to break me.
I come, and it’s intense to the point of being overwhelming. Sogood, but too much at the same time. I can’t even breathe, drowning in Elias’ presence, wracked with so much sensation.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I mumble, my voice wrecked and slurred.
Clinging desperately to him, I need him to ground me, but even that’s not enough. I give in to the white noise saturating my brain and surrender to the bliss of orgasm.
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Gradually, I regain enough of my mind to focus. When I do, I realize I’m being held between them. Trembling in their arms, utterly spent and boneless, a fucked-out mess.
“You okay, sweetheart?” Caelan asks. He’s stroking soothing circles against my hip while Elias holds one of my hands and rubs his thumb over my knuckles.
“Mmm,” I agree.
Caelan snorts lightly. “Is that a yes or a no?”
Elias brushes a strand of my sweat-soaked hair from where it’s sticking to my face. “I apologize, darling. I tried to warn you we could be… rough when our control slips.”
I giggle exhaustedly. He sounds honestly concerned, almost a touch remorseful, and it’s sweet. If unnecessary.
“I knew what I was getting into,” I remind him. “And that was amazing.”
“You don’t mind that—”
“I loved it, Master.”
The worry in his expression fades out, replaced by a flash of smug satisfaction at having me refer to him by that title.
As much as I enjoyed myself, there’s no denying he pushed my limits. I’m still shaking and don’t think I’ll be able to move for a good while yet. I’m going to be so sore tomorrow.
Closing my eyes, I let my head rest limply against Elias’ shoulder, groaning. He’s murmuring to me, vague reassurances, but my head is spinning too much to focus on something as mundane as words. The tone of his voice is enough, as is the comfort of his arm draped over my waist.
Elias gives up talking directly to me after it becomes obvious I’m in no state to reply. Instead, I hear him talking quietly to Caelan over the top of me, playfully snarking at each other and occasionally taking turns to check in on me with a soft kiss or squeeze of my thigh.
