Page 48 of Judas

Judas reached his hands into her hair and pulled her as close against him as he possibly could. She felt the flames of her desirefor his body blooming in her and groaned against his lips. The sound of her need nearly drove him mad. He began to move toward her body, but she pushed him until his back fell onto the bed.

Climbing over his body, Eliza straddled his lap. Grinding her hips into him, she felt his hard length rubbing against her and it made her feral. She grabbed the waistband of his sweatpants, working them down his hips. She wanted to leave no doubt in his mind that she loved him and wanted to do nothing but give him everything he wanted for the rest of her life.

Freeing his erection, she smiled greedily before kneeling between his knees at the edge of the bed. She watched his face as she lowered her mouth to him, wrapping her lips around his length. She thrills to see the absolute bliss spread across his features. Slowly, she worked her way down his shaft, teasing him with her tongue the entire way.

He hissed out his appreciation, “Oh fuck, Eliza.”

Smiling around his girth, she continues to work her magic. She lets him slide all the way to the back of her throat again and again. She is thrilled to hear his moans of pleasure. Faster and faster she plunges him down her throat until she can feel his muscles tighten in anticipation of release.

Before she could finish him, he sat up from the bed, pulling himself from her mouth, grabbing her arms. Pulling her to meet his mouth, their lips locked. He kissed her like he was trying to devour her and with the way she made him feel, he very well may have been. Tearing her clothes from her body, he laid her across the bed and stared down at her. Every inch of her exposed skin was like seeing the holy grail before him. Everything he could ever want or need displayed in front of his eyes.

Slowly, he trailed his fingers down her flesh leaving behind scorching paths of need across her skin. She trembled beneath him purring her desire. Leaning toward her, he watched herbeautiful face as his fingers found the slick, wet evidence of her arousal. He slid his fingers inside her and nearly came undone as she gasped his name.

“Judas…” she panted, “Please. Please.”

Her desperation sent his head into a flurry of desire. His hands, magical in their ability to draw every ounce of pleasure from her body, moved faster to bring her to the edge of orgasm. One trailing along her nakedness, the other expertly stroking her most sensitive nerves. He needed to see her come undone. Needed to know that he was the same kind of ferocious need for her that she was for him. He needed to be the home of her pleasure just as she was the home of all his love and adoration.

“Come for me, Eliza,” he whispered and watched her skin flush the most erotic shade of pink. “Feel how much I love your body. Let it all go and come for me.”

As if his words were the secret to eternal satisfaction, Eliza’s body obeyed without question. Her thoughts went fuzzy and her body churned with ecstasy as an orgasm swept over her in waves of warmth.

She screamed his name and it took him past the point of no return. As the tides of her pleasure receded, he pulled his hand away and positioned himself between her thighs, wet with her arousal. Bringing his fingers to her mouth, he groaned as she wrapped her lips around them and sucked. Taking in the taste of herself, she nearly exploded as he moaned, the sound driving her near another climax without even a touch from him.

Pulling his fingers from her mouth, he claimed the site with his own lips, kissing her as if it were the only thing that could save him. Mouths still connected in their frenzied kiss, he slid into her and they both cried out. Again and again, he drove into her. Their bodies moved together, writhing in a sweaty mess of limbs grasping for skin, desperate for more. Clinging to each other as if their lives depend on it.

There is sex. There is making love. This was neither.

It was a deep, needy hunger that could not be encompassed with any words. It was beyond normal human functions. This was carnal.

Their bodies moved together as if they were one. Each knowing exactly how to grind and rub against the other to maximize all the pleasure building between them. Every nerve in their bodies was alive and burning through them. The climax spread through every cell as they reached their peak together. She cried his name. He buried his head in her neck and breathed in her scent. Orgasm thundered down on them until they collapsed into a panting, sweating pile of flesh.

Their minds were buzzing with the divine bliss of satisfaction, but they could still recognize the familiar warmth of home. It was right there, bound together in the most intimate of ways. This was home.

No, this wasn’t just sex.

This was salvation.

Chapter thirty-five

"Ireally should call the hospital," Eliza's voice drifted over the sunlit air between them. They were both spent and all Eliza wanted to do was live in Judas' embrace until the end of time. She’d found her home and she knew that nothing would ever change that.

Judas granted her a small kiss on her forehead, "We should go to the hospital. You need to see him."

"I don't think I can," her head shook. "Something’s wrong, Judas… but I just can't put my finger on it."

"Tell me."

She paused for a moment, "I don't know what it is… a feeling, maybe. I don't think Dad getting shot was any kind of random act of violence. And…"

"What?" he pressed.

It was the crutch of their argument days ago. Eliza didn't know how she was going to admit to him, asoberhim, that he may be right. Chet may very well be involved in the crime. But in the end, she had to swallow her pride.

"And I think maybe there's a chance Uncle Chet may have some involvement… albeit a small chance… but he definitely knows something," she admitted, waiting for theI told you so; but it never came.

Judas sighed, "I'm sorry, Eliza."

"It just… sucks," she huffed.

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