Page 12 of The Dancer

I trail off, unable to finish the sentence before my throat closes with emotion and tears well in my eyes. Elias wraps his thick arms around my waist, holding me, his head pressed to my chest, while I regain control of my emotions.

“What do you need from me?” he murmurs.

“Time.” It’s the only honest answer I can give him. “I need to get to know you and build up trust.”

“I can do that,” he says with a sigh, releasing me to stare into my eyes. “But I need something in return.”

“Such as?”

“Two things, actually.” His devilish grin floors me, stealing all logical thought from my brain. “I want you to live in my house. You’ll have your own room,” he quickly adds before I can object.

“And the second thing?”

“I need you smelling like me.”

My mind races with a million dirty thoughts, and I can feel my pussy growing slick. I know he can smell my arousal by the way his gaze darkens. Is he just like all other men, after all? Looking for a hole to fill and slake his lust? Have my suspicions been right all along?

“You want to fuck me?” I can hear the note of anger in my voice. I push him away. “That’s what this is about?”

Elias sighs loudly. “Yes. I want to fuck you. I want to bury myself so deep in your cunt that you don’t know where I begin and you end. I want to rutt you like a mindless beast, knot you, breed you, mark the shit out of you, and keep you forever.” He watches me closely with every word that falls from his lips. “But you’re not ready. And I will wait until you are. For now, I just want to make sure you smell like me. I don’t want to rip someone’s head off the next time they accidentally touch you or because they wrongly think you’re available.”

My tongue is stuck to the roof of my mouth. His dirty words, the things he wants to do to me, are replaying on a loop in my mind.

“And how do you propose to do that?” My voice is husky even to my ears.

“Spread your legs and let me eat that pussy like I wantedto in the club.”

Chapter Ten

Elias

I wait for her to comply with my wishes, and I swear for a moment my heart stops. I think she will refuse me, to say I am pushing too hard. But then she lets her legs fall open.

My hands caress up her thighs, enjoying the smooth skin beneath my calloused fingertips. She shivers beneath my touch, and I can’t help but smile.

“Lift your hips.”

Quinn complies immediately, and I can’t help but wonder what else I can get her to do. I pull her shorts and thong slowly down her beautiful legs. Her pussy is exposed to my hungry gaze, and I can’t help but lick my lips. I can see her arousal coating the lips of her shaved cunt, and I want to dive in and lick it all up.

But I want to take my time. I want to drive her insane and make sure she craves me just as badly as I do her.

Using my thumbs, I rub circles on her inner thighs, slowly inching my way closer to the apex of her sex. Using the pads of my fingers, I rub her pussy lips gently, with only the slightest amount of pressure, before slowly pulling them apart.

“So wet,” I murmur, running my index finger through her wetness.

“Elias?”

“Shh, mate,” I say, staring at her beautiful face. “I don’t want you to think about anything. All you need to do is enjoy this and scream my name.”

Shouldering her thighs further apart, I keep my gaze locked on hers as I run the tip of my tongue through her channel up to her extended clit.

“Fuck!” she moans, threading her hands into my hair.

I take it slow, moving my tongue around her entire sexbefore spearing into her heat. I avoid her clit, instead sucking her swollen lips into my mouth. Quinn moans above me, her hips writhing as she tries to get me where she wants me.

I slip a finger inside her cunt, testing her wet heat. Her pussy clamps down on my finger, and I know I won’t last long when I am finally inside her. My impatience grows to have her orgasm against my face, and I finally direct my attention where she wants it most.

Using the tip of my tongue, I tease her clit with light, rapid touches, drawing louder moans from my mate. Adding a second and third finger, I thrust into her wetness, wishing it was my painfully erect cock. Ripping the towel from around my hips, I harshly grasp my erection, wrapping my fist around the engorged flesh.

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