Page 104 of Ruling Scar
I’m silenced when he pushes three fingers into me. One hand grips my hip, not allowing me to move. His rhythm is the only thing I grasp onto as my body pleads for him.
Just as suddenly as I feel the wave, he removes his hand.
“Please don’t,” I cry, asking for mercy.
He kisses my shoulder, his fingers working me up again. But every time I tense, his movements ebb and I’m left desperate and aching.
“Please.” I squeeze my eyes shut behind the mask. I want to touch him. I want to feel him. I’m bent over, but my body is presented to him and I want him to use it. “I, I want to come.”
His fingers curl inside me and my lips part when he hits a delicate spot.
“Please!”
“Why should I let you come?” he asks, removing his fingers.
“I said please.”
He slaps my pussy before thrusting his fingers in my cunt, his thumb rubbing my clit. I can’t breathe as I clench around his fingers.
“You greedy, little thing,” he chuckles, spreading my arousal. “Ask for it.”
“Please, I need your cock.”
He pushes just the tip inside.
“Please. . .”
He drives all the way in and groans. “You take my cock so well, Leonora.”
I think I might whimper.
“You fuck me up every time.” His thrusts become harder and faster. “Every fucking day the sight of you makes me want to come. This fucking body was made for me. It’s mine. My scar, my heart, my fucking cunt. Right, Lenora?”
“I want to touch you.”
He pushes my chest into the bed and denies the request. But I’m clenching around him. It spurs him on, rougher and faster before he comes inside me.
Relaxing, he leans into me but keeps most of his weight off me.
“I wanted to touch you,” I whine. I slide slightly onto my right hip, my arms still chained to the headboard.
He runs a hand down my spine. “I suppose we can’t always get what we want.”
This man. He’s always got to prove a point.
His hands don’t stop touching me. He wraps an arm around my waist, kissing my hip. He rains down kisses along my skin as he moves up.
My arms relax in relief and I turn fully onto my side. Carefully, he pulls the mask from my face, kissing my nose and kissing my scar.
I trail a hand over his abs, loving the feel. He fucks me up just as much as I fuck him up. I want to be near him all the time. To touch him and taste him.
He presses a kiss on the top of my head like he hears my thoughts.
With his arm around me, I could stay here forever.
But instead, Elijah gets up, turning on the bathroom lights. I follow slowly, sequestering myself in the small toilet room. The shower is running when I step out, Elijah bidding me to him.
Later, I fall back onto the bed, dragging a fuzzy throw blanket up my body. I’m completely spent and ready to cuddle for hours until dinner.
