Page 245 of Flirting with Darkness

“Yes, gods, yes.”

“Good, because that was your chance to say no. You’re mine now,” I growled, not caring about the possessiveness in my tone. I ripped his shirt open, taking in every part of his creamy skin, every scar and dip of muscle. “Beautiful,” I murmured, not missing the disbelief on his face. “You fucking are,” I growled, leaning forward to move my lips along his jawline as I worked his arms out of his shirt. His stubble was rough on my lips and tongue, only making me more desperate. I continued my journey down his body, controlling my need to take him, to bite him. Instead, I laved his chest with my tongue, sucking and biting his nipples until he was panting and whimpering my name.

“You like that?” I whispered against his skin.

“Fuck, yes, yes, I like that.”

I smiled at the desperation in his voice and lifted myself off his chest, grinding my lower half against his.

“Dav! Please!”

My own chest was heaving, my balls so tight, my cock so hard, if I didn’t get inside him soon I’d explode like a fledgling in bloodlust. I sat back and knelt between his legs, utterly transfixed by the sight of his flushed face and bright eyes. My gaze flayed him, taking in every stunning thing about him until his tented sweats snagged my attention.

“I want to see you.” My voice was thick with lust. He nodded, and I pulled them off, along with the rest of his clothes. His cock bounced free, mouthwatering, thick, and so fucking hard. I groaned. “Jesus, I need to be inside you.”

“Yes. Now,” he demanded, leaning forward and gripping my hips.

I snarled and grabbed his hands, pushing them slowly, yet firmly into the floor above his head. “Was that an order?” I purred, holding his gaze..

His eyes widened, and he whimpered, his pupils blown as I held him immobile. Oh, he really liked being restrained. He was a submissive, and my chest warmed with the knowledge that he would already give me enough trust to hold him like that after all he’d been through. I brushed my lips along his jaw and felt his cock pulse against my thigh.

“Is this okay, Elliot?” I asked, squeezing my hold on his wrists tighter.

He nodded.

“Use words. Tell me. I need to know for sure.”

“Yes,” he breathed. “I-I like it.”

“Good.” I kissed the corners of his mouth. “Then keep your hands there. This is all about you and your pleasure, not mine.”

“O-Okay.”

I smiled and held his gaze while I sat back and undid my belt. Gods, I’d never seen anything as exquisite as my mate lying under me, giving me complete control. His trust was a gift I couldn’t fathom. Had anyone ever done anything just for him? I doubted it.

“Fuck me, you’re stunning,” I breathed.

It was true. The sight of him panting with desire, his eyes hooded, unleashed something inside me that I couldn’t explain; something that warmed my cold and ancient heart. At the same time, I knew beyond any doubt that it made me far more dangerous because if someone hurt him, I’d destroy the world and everyone in it to exact my revenge.

He watched, transfixed as I pulled off my shirt before I stood and shed my combats, boxers and boots. His attention dropped to my engorged length and I throbbed, twitching under his intense gaze. Unable to stand the ache any longer, I grabbed my dick and squeezed hard as I dropped down to my knees.

He whimpered, arching his spine as I ran my fingertips slowly from his wrists, down his arms and body, touching and teasing every inch of his skin, except where I knew he most wanted it.

“Dav, please, touch me,” he eventually begged, undulating his hips.

I smiled, lust ripping through me. Lowering myself, I dragged my tongue up his engorged length, smiling as he whined and thrust against the air, writhing desperately. But making him wait only tortured me, too. I’d never wanted anyone as badly as I wanted him. I reached for my discarded combats and pulled a packet of lube from my pocket, tearing it open with my teeth and dropping it beside his thigh. His eyes were hooded as he murmured my name. I leaned over him, teasing and touching him with my fingers and mouth, gripping his balls and massaging them but never touching his engorged erection. He started to beg, my name a constant whisper from his lips as he wildly thrust upwards.

I growled and held his hips still, then with a purr I licked the underside of his cock from balls to tip, lapping up the precum leaking from his slit. His taste exploded in my mouth and I couldn’t resist any longer. I swallowed him down. Hollowing my cheeks, I sucked hard and slowly pulled back. He yelled my name and satisfaction rolled through me at the pleasure thickening his voice.

I grabbed his thick base with one hand and leaned some weight on his pelvis with the other to prevent his desperate thrusts as I moved on him. Sucking him hard, I slicked my fingers with the lube. Carefully, I slid a finger into his body, humming around his cock as he tightened and pulled me into his heat. I worked him until he was bucking against me, then added another finger, and another, stretching him until I judged he was ready to take me.

I released him from my mouth with a pop but kept my fingers moving inside him.

“No, no, don’t stop. I need…”

I lifted my head and held his lust-filled stare, moving my heavy body over him while keeping my fingers moving. “I know what you need, baby. Trust me, Elliot. This body, this cock. They’re mine.You’remine. And I’m going to fuck you so hard, so good, that you’ll know it too. Then I’m going to take you again and again, until you forget your own damned name. Now tell me with words what you want.” I hooked my finger forward finding the firmness of his prostate and massaging it, revelling in the gasp that fell from his lips.

“Holy fuck…” Elliot whimpered, his cock jumping under my stomach, his hips moving, desperate for some friction.

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