Page 70 of Elas

“Sweet mate,” he purrs as he sits until we’re chest to chest. He wraps his arms around my back and his feet hit the floor. “Needy,” he grunts as he thrusts up into me, and the overstimulation sends a wave of pins and needles over my skin. His knees spread, changing the angle of his cock inside me, and I moan as he moves me with ease. It’s like I weigh nothing as he lifts my entire body, then slams me down as his hips drive up. It’s jarring, each thrust prickling my skin with goosebumps.

I shiver with the overwhelming sensations, letting myself fall into the cloudy headspace. What started as frantic fucking turns slow and controlled. Elas still holds me with bruising pressure, still controls my body as he uses me, but the pace is unhurried now. Our eyes are locked, and in that moment, I believe he can see straight into my soul.

“You belong to me, August.” I nod as I lean in and take his lips, kissing him at the same patient rhythm he uses to fuck me. Deep inside, both of us know how true it is.

I’ve always belonged to him.

Long before the marks came up, when we were only two people thrown together by life’s wild circumstances, something inside him called to something inside me. That primal, ancient part of us recognized each other, and that same ageless, instinctual part of me reaches for him now. We’re connected in every possible way, but it begs me to get closer.

To crawl inside his chest where it’s safe.

My body sings its pleasure as we move as one, and my cock is hard again between us. Our mouths separate, and he presses our foreheads together. “Promise me you’ll always be mine,” I whisper. “Promise me you’ll never leave.”

“Never. I’ll always be right here with you.” He catches my lips again, his hands bruising against my back as he thrusts harder, hitting the deepest spots inside me. “Wanna make you feel good,” he murmurs against my mouth, and he wedges his hand between us and grips my cock. Every thrust upward pushes me through the tunnel of his fingers until we’re both building speed and frantic once more.

“I’m close,” he warns as he pulls his lips from mine. They’re swollen and shiny from our kiss, but my attention is dragged from his mouth as his cock extends inside me.

“Oh, gods,” I groan as he grows longer and thicker, stretching me further than I’ve ever been stretched before. I feel him in the deepest parts of me, dragging against my inner walls and knocking against my sensitive nerves. It’s simultaneously too much and not enough. My body’s instinct is to pull away from the invasion, but Elas’s powerful arm holds me in place. He thrusts harder and faster, jerking me in time with his motions.

My name leaves his lips as a whine, and he thrusts up with a sound that’s wild and animalistic. A warm rush erupts inside me, and his cock pulses so heavily I can feel its beats. My body gives in and I come a second time. It’s different from any orgasm I’ve ever felt before—deeper, like it’s coming from the very center of me, with crippling pulses of pleasure that make my eyes roll back into my head. Cum flows slowly out of me in a continuous stream instead of in heavier spurts as Elas continues to rut up into me.

When he finally lifts me, cum leaks out around his cock. It makes an obscene wet slap as he thrusts back in, continuing to fuck me through his orgasm. I fall against his chest, tucking my face into his neck and whimpering as he rides out his pleasure. By the time he’s satisfied, my ass and his thighs are soaked in his cum, his stomach is striped with mine, and even more dots his groin and sits in my pubic hair.

A long, content exhale blows from his nose as he hugs me to him, his hand gently stroking up and down my spine. “You’re amazing,” he whispers, placing a soft kiss on my hair. “You are everything I ever wanted, and everything I never knew I could have.”

“There you go, making me cry again,” I whisper into his neck with a sniffle. We sit like that for a long time, until our heart rates have slowed and our overheated skin cools. I shiver, and Elas chuckles as he finally separates us.

“Come on, sweetheart. Let’s get you cleaned up and in bed.”

“We have work to do,” I argue, my voice slurred with my exhaustion.

“It’ll keep until tomorrow. Right now, I want to take care of you.” I smile softly and nod. Perfectly relaxed and content to never move again, I don’t even flinch as he stands and picks me up to carry me into the bathroom.

August

Softlipsontheback of my neck stir me awake, and I’m warm and content as I hum in response. My ass throbs in a dull soreness from last night, but the discomfort makes me smile. “How’d you sleep?” Elas mumbles from behind me. He’s normally a morning person, but today his voice is thick and raspy. I can tell that, like me, he’d rather stay in this bed all day.

“I can’t remember the last time I slept so well.”

“You snored like a rocket,” he teases, and I turn to face him with my mouth dropped open.

“You lie! I do not snore.”

“How long has it been since someone spent the night with you?” he asks, then his face scrunches as his eyes narrow. “Actually, don’t answer that.” I snort a laugh and roll my eyes, and he wraps his arms around me and pulls me in to him.

“We need to read the rest of those files tonight,” I say after a few minutes of cuddles.

He nods, pressing a kiss to my hair. “We’ll stay up tonight until we get through them all. We probably could’ve finished them last night if someone hadn’t been so…”

“Elas,” I groan, burying my face in his chest.

“… horny.”

“I certainly didn’t hear you complaining,” I mutter, and he chuckles. I love the sound of his laugh. It’s deep and rumbling, but full of his signature brand of happiness.

“How do you feel this morning? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“I’m sore,” I admit, “but it’s a good sore. It’ll definitely make me think of you every time I sit today.” He chuckles again, and begrudgingly, we crawl out of bed and get dressed.

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