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His lips are on my neck, at my ear. His breath makes goosebumps scatter up my spine. The burn of his possession is sending shockwaves through my blood, and he pulls out and moves down my body, his thick tongue swiping through my wet flesh.
Oh fuck.
I’ve never been with a man who does this before: he goes down on me in the middle of sex, he loves it.
I love it.
It drives me fucking wild.
He holds me open and licks me up like I’m his last meal, and the look of pure ecstasy on his face brings a smile to my face.
Elliot Miles doesn’t go down on a woman for her pleasure.
He does it for his, and I’ve never seen or felt something so fucking hot in my life.
He lifts my legs and really begins to eat me, my body convulsing at the burn of his stubble.
My back arches off the bed and I slam hard into a freight train of an orgasm, my entire body convulsing, and in one sharp movement he’s flipped me onto my stomach and dragged me up onto my knees.
He slides in deep and then . . . he lets me have it with both barrels.
Hard, thick pumps, the sound of our skin slapping together is loud and echoing throughout the room. His grip on my hip bones is almost painful, the burn of his cock working at piston pace is out-of-this-world good.
Fuck . . . this is what sex is supposed to be like.
Hot, hard, and sweaty.
Where the rules are: there are no rules.
He pushes my shoulders down onto the mattress, changing my position, and then he begins to moan. Deep, low, and guttural.
He’s lost control now, his body taking on its own agenda to feed.
Taking what it needs from my body.
Thick and hard . . . Elliot Miles is a hell of a lot to take.
“Fuck me,” he growls. “Fuck me harder.”
I clench as hard as I can and his knees nearly go from underneath him, and he cries out as he holds himself deep. I feel the jerk of his cock deep inside of me.
I face-plant into the mattress as I come again, and he slowly moves to completely empty his body into mine.
We come back to earth and he falls over me, our bodies wet with perspiration. I can feel his heart as it hammers alongside mine.
“The bed works,” he pants.
I smile sleepily, completely spent. “I’ll say.”
I wake to the feeling of the bed dipping as Elliot gets out of bed, and smile as I stretch.
Wow, what a night.
I hear Elliot go to the bathroom and I doze for a few minutes. I hear him going through an overnight bag and I sit up onto my elbows. “What are you doing?”
“I’m fucking starving,” he mutters as he digs through his bag. “We didn’t eat last night.”
“Well. We did.”
“I mean food, Kate.”
I sit up. “I’ll make us breakfast.”
“There’s no food to cook.”
“Shit.”
He grabs my hand and pulls me out of bed. “Come on, we’ll go get something.”
“Okay.” I go to the bathroom and come out to find that he has gone downstairs. I throw on his button-up shirt and make my way down.
“What is that?” I hear him mutter as he opens the curtains in the living room.
I can hear a strange sound, like hail hitting a window or something.
I frown as I try to focus. “What’s that noise?”
He looks around. “I don’t know.”
We walk through the house, opening the curtains as we go from room to room. “Is something in the walls?”
His eyes widen in horror. “Like what?”
“I don’t know, rats?”
“What?” he barks. “Surely fucking not.”
As we walk toward the back of the house it gets louder and louder.
Elliot’s holding his hands out as if pre-empting an attack of some sort and I smile as we get closer to a huge curtain, which must be covering a sliding door.
“What the hell is out there?” he whispers, wide-eyed.
“I don’t know.”
He peers through the crack in the curtain and then stands up as if disgusted.
“What is it?”
“Ducks.”
“Huh?”
He flicks open the curtain and I see a group of ducks all pecking at the glass like maniacs. They appear frantic and are jumping over each other to get to us.
“What are they doing?” I frown.
Elliot opens the door in a rush. “Fuck off, ducks,” he snaps.
They jump over his feet and run inside.
“What the hell?” he cries.
They run through the house with their wings up in the air, squawking loudly.
“What are you doing?” Elliot screams.
I burst out laughing.
“Get out of my house!” he yells as they all jump up at him. “What the fuck are they doing?”
They are so loud and making such a commotion.
It’s him they want, they’re all jumping up at him, and he storms outside and they all run after him. “Fuck off,” he cries as he tries to get away from them. “Call somebody.”
