Page 99 of Roses and Skulls

He brushes the stubble of his beard over the side of my cheek. “I want you to come on my fingers, baby.”

He works me harder and harder until my head presses into his chest, and I cry out to the stars above. My knees give out. Elijah holds me close to him, keeping his fingers buried deep inside me, allowing me to ride out the bliss under the inky night sky.

Once I come down from my high, he lays me on the blanket. He towers above me, slowly removing his own clothes, letting me enjoy the show. When he slides his boxers down his legs, I unconsciously slide back. Okay, so I might be slightly scared.

He drops to the ground between my feet and pulls me back down to him. “Shh, I’m not going to draw this out the first time because I can see that you’re afraid. But know that after this time, there will be no holding back. I will destroy this little pussy of yours.”

My stomach does another flip at the crassness of his words. Like I said, I’m a sucker for this side of him. He’s the only one I’ll ever let talk to me this way.

He’s the only one brave enough to.

Elijah settles between my legs, his arms braced on each side of my head. He reaches between us, and I feel the length of him slide against me. My eyelids flutter closed because it just feels so damn good. He starts kissing my neck, his hand sliding between us.

When he lines himself up at my entrance, my eyes fly open. “Elijah,” I choke.

“It’s not going to be as bad as you think,” he says quietly, his eyes meeting mine. It’s then I notice the gold flecks in his eyes. “Breathe, baby,” he coaxes as he slowly pushes inside of me.

Just concentrate on his eyes, I tell myself.

“Jesus, you feel so good,” he praises not looking away from me.

I’m so glad I waited for this, with him. I can’t imagine doing this with anyone else. Once he’s fully seated inside of me, he stills, brushing his thumbs over my temples.

“You good?” he asks.

I give him a smile and nod. “You were right, it’s not so bad,” I say shyly.

“Your pussy was made for my cock.” He pulls back completely, and I groan at the loss of him.

He pushes back in, faster this time and my back arches off the ground, shoving my tits against his smooth chest. “Such a good girl,” he growls as his mouth descends on mine.

And then everything evaporates around us. It’s just the two of us, tasting, feeling, devouring each other. We both become frantic with our need to be close. I can’t get close enough. “Elijah don’t stop. Don’t ever stop,” I beg.

“You’re mine forever,” he soothes, sucking my skin into his mouth, making me groan in a heady combination of pain and pleasure.

I want to feel him everywhere. My hands claw at his back, sliding down to his firm ass. He’s mine. I’ll kill anyone who tries to take him from me. I dig my nails into the hard flesh of his ass as I come, screaming his name to the dark Heavens.

“Fuck,” he says hoarsely. “You’re gripping my dick so good, baby.”

And then I feel him swell inside of me and he comes with one last brutal thrust, shoving us both up the blanket.

His head drops to the crook of my neck. We lie still like this for a long time, both of us breathing hard but then I begin to tremble and no matter how much I try to control it, I can’t. He raises his head, his brows pulled together. “Hey.” He pulls out of me and sits up, taking me with him.

I curl up on his lap as he reaches over and grabs another blanket, wrapping it around us.

“I’m s-sorry,” I say. “It’s n-not you. I p-promise. I don’t know w-what is h-happening.” My teeth chatter so hard it’s giving me a headache.

He rubs his hands over me, warming me up. “It’s okay, baby. That was pretty intense.” His gaze catches mine. “I have a feeling you and I are going to take each other to the very edge and beyond,” he says. “It will be important for us to take care of each other after, yeah?”

I nod and burry myself into his chest. “It was amazing, Elijah. I didn’t know how much I would feel. I was prepared for the physical part, but it was so much more than that,” I whisper quietly against his skin. Slowly, I start to relax. The shivers wracking my body subside as I breath in his scent.

When I feel better, I sit up awkwardly, wondering if he could feel what I haven’t been able to bring myself to say.

He takes my face in his hands and levels me with a look I’ll never forget as long as I live. A promise is woven in every shade of brown god ever created. “I love you, Billie Rose. And I know you may not be able to say it back right now, but I felt it. Your soul wasn’t able to hide the truth.”

We spend the rest of the evening lying side by side, staring into each other’s eyes, our hands still exploring each other with light touches.

The next morning, I wake up to another bright and sunny day. I stretch, rubbing my hand over my stomach when the smell of bacon wafts into the bus.

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