Page 47 of Called By Fate

His words send a jolt straight to my clit. My vagina puts her thinking cap on and goes to work, instantly flooding my pussy. Elian yanks my sleep shorts off and shreds my panties, stuffing them in his pants pocket with a wicked grin. This must be his thing. I don’t protest because I know it won’t do me any good, but I do make a mental note to buy him some more panties to shred.

Next thing I know, he’s spreading my thighs and licking me from my clit to my ass. A gasp escapes my lips from the sensation.

"Elian," I breathe and tip my head back. If he wasn’t holding on to me, I’d probably collapse from the surprise and utter pleasure. One lick and I’m convinced my cocky asshole has a magic tongue.

"Yes, my Pet?" When I'm too shocked to say anything else he smirks up at me. "Don't worry, you'll be screaming my name in a moment. I’ll have you writhing before me and then, and only then, will I spear you with my cock."

My pussy practically weeps from his dirty words, but thankfully, he doesn't keep me waiting long. Instead, he dives in again, scraping my clit with his teeth before sucking on it and then sliding a finger to my back entrance to tease me.

"Fuuuck." My eyelids flutter close from the sheer bliss.

“Eyes on me, Pet,” he growls, and my gaze instantly returns to his, the commanding tone too sexy to resist. “So obedient. So good. So delicious. This pretty pussy was made for me.”

He dips his head between my thighs again. My fingers thread through his hair tighter, and I use that to ride his face. He relishes in it too. By the time I feel the pressure start to build in my core, I'm fairly certain he's licked every fucking inch of me down there. He sticks one finger inside of my ass and the other in my heat, curling that digit. That's all it takes for me to come on his face.

"Oh Gods, Elian!"

My knees almost give out from the pure pleasure coursing through me, but he holds me up and refuses to let me fall. Once he's satisfied he’s licked me clean, he pulls back, grinning with my juices covering his chin. His smile is feral when he says, “You taste divine.”

I'm still weak in the knees, but somehow I manage to yank his shirt and pants off when he stands, and I admire his inked body. "You're stunning," I whisper when I realize he's waiting for me to say something. When we fucked in the woods, it was dark, but here in the study, there's enough light for me to see him. All of him. Something flashes in his eyes; insecurity, maybe? But it’s gone before I can really be sure.

"Even with my scars?" he asks, his posture rigid, like he’s waiting for me to reject him.

"Even with your scars," I confirm.

A squeal escapes my throat as my feet suddenly leave the floor. Elian wraps my legs around him and deposits me on the desk. He aligns himself at my entrance and pushes into me with one hard thrust. A gasp escapes my lips as he starts thoroughly fucking me. My fingers find his back and I rake them down his skin, hard. He groans and starts fucking me harder. At some point, my shadows come out to play, twirling and dancing around us.

He pinches my nipple, drawing a choking gasp from me, then he puts his lips over mine and kisses me senseless, all the while thrusting inside of me.

In fact, he’s fucking me so thoroughly the desk underneath me starts to creak and groan, shouting its protests at us. It’s a pretty solid wooden desk too. Elian growls and hefts me up, keeping himself inside of me while walking backwards.

I yank his mouth to mine once more, needing his lips against me. I can still taste a hint of whiskey on his tongue but it's mixed with the taste of me, and I’m honestly surprised at how much it doesn't bother me as he walks out of the study and hurries down the hallway. He shakes his head suddenly, laughing into our kiss, like he’s suddenly remembering something. I feel the familiar cold surrounding us from his shadow magic as he transports us elsewhere. Huh, seems like I distracted him so much he forgot he could shadow us.

"Where are we going?" I ask breathlessly.

"I'm taking you to my bed, Pet, so I can worship you better. You’re going to ride my cock and take every single inch inside of that gorgeous pussy.”

I groan. "Elian… please." My back bounces against his soft bed, which creaks when he throws me down on it. I miss his fullness when he slips out of me. "Shit, be careful!" I shout. "You're going to break the bed."

What is it with unsturdy furniture around here?

He smirks. "Who fucking cares? As far as I'm concerned, if this bed makes it through what I want to do to you then I wasn't doing enough."

And that’s one of the hottest things anyone has ever said to me. If vaginas could purr then mine would definitely be rumbling Elian’s praises.

Deciding to test the waters, I say, "Then quit talking and start fucking me again, Elian."

He pauses and makes sure I’m listening before saying anything. "Before we go any further, you should know, I'm never going to give you up after this. Do you understand? You are mine from this moment on. There's no going back. Is this what you want?"

“Yes,” I respond with complete conviction. “Damn me, Elian. I never want to go back to the way things were. This is so much better.”

His eyes implore me, like they’re searching my very soul. "I may not always say or do the right thing. I'm still an asshole at heart. Can you live with that?"

"I want you, Elian. Asshole and all." My shadows spank his ass, and he jolts, looking at me with pure lust on his face.

"Then kiss me, my Goddess," he responds.

If this moment wasn't so serious, I'd ask if that's considered blasphemous, but considering Elian is flipping our positions and pulling me on top of him so he can align his giant cock at my entrance, I decide to let it go. For someone who craves control, this is huge for him.

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