Page 95 of Ruling Scar
I shake my head, pleading. I need a minute. Or a lot of minutes.
His thumb gently swipes under my eyes, cleaning the tears off my face. A shaky breath leaves my chest, but he doesn’t stop the constant, soft caresses.
They’re not as maddingly hurried as before, but he never leaves me alone.
But that’s Elijah, isn’t it?
Gray eyes peer into my soul and I see the man who never stopped staring at me no matter what room we were in. This is the man who’s clingy and needs texts throughout the day. Who buys me hair clips and listens to my bookish rants.
He’s not so slowly starting to control my body. To learn all the ins and outs.
He’ll eat me alive and I not so secretly want him too.
But I also want to give him that same fire that he gives me.
Shakily, my hands move, sliding up his chest. I’m sprayed out for everyone to see, but he’s still fully clothed.
I make a noise behind the gag.
“If you wish.” He nips my ear.
He drags himself off the bed, kicking loafers off and unbuttoning his shirt. He pulls his hard cock out of his pants.
I lift onto my elbows, but the scowl on his face reappears.
I lower back down with a thump. His fingers skim my sensitive pussy, sending waves of anticipation through me.
He takes the underwear out of my mouth, only to tie my hands over my head with them.
“But I want to touch you.”
“You lost all privileges when it comes to making demands.” His knees are on either side of me. “But from last I recall you asked for my cock.”
His cock hits the back of my throat, and tears pool in my eyes as he jerks his hips. In and out. I’m just a hole for him. Arousal smears my upper thighs while Elijah controls my body like a toy.
His cock pops out of my mouth and he lowers, his mouth claiming my tongue. I struggle with my arms pinned back, desperate for him.
“Elijah, please.” I want to touch him, to hold him.
His fingers pinch my chin, pressing a kiss against my lips again. “This is going to hurt,” he whispers.
He thrusts in and my lips part, my body tensing and hands straining against their position. The air leaves me and I’m hanging there, controlled by Elijah. One hand is on my hip, the other in my hair, and his cock inside me.
Steel eyes stare into mine, but I can’t see anything.
All I feel is full, my mind emptying as I struggle to acclimate.
He unknots my hands and my arms wrap around him. I cling to him.
Softly, his hand traces down my shoulder. His fingers tangle into my hair again, but he cradles the back of my head.
“My Leonora,” he says softly. Kisses pepper my brow and I tilt my face up. He smiles as he kisses me and slowly he rocks his hips forward. “You’re bleeding for me.”
I just assumed it was obvious I’d never done this before. But awe stretches over his face.
“Look,” he orders. My belly clenches when he forces my chin down. There’s something about seeing his cock moving inside me. We’re irrevocably linked now.
He toys with my nipple again and I gasp at the painful sensation. He tugs me forward by my breast, our hips rocking together.
