Page 28 of Hunted Temptation
VAUGHN
The food is consumed,although I didn’t get even a bite of baklava. Once I saw the look of pure ecstasy on Elodie’s face, I knew I couldn’t take that from her. It was all hers, and I’d give her just about anything she wanted, too.
She seems restless tonight, and as I start to drift to sleep, her rolling from side to side in the bed being my lullaby, I try not to think about what life will be like when we arrive in Nights tomorrow. We’ve been around one another twenty-four seven for a week. I don’t know what it’s going to be like when she isn’t within arm’s reach, and I have to admit that I’m going to miss it.
I’m not sure when I fall asleep, but I know I do because I’m startled awake. There is a heavy weight on top of me. Wrapping my arms around the weight, I gasp as my eyes adjust to the darkness in the room.
I open my mouth to ask her what she’s doing, but don’t get the chance. She touches her index finger to my lips as she shakes her head a couple of times. “It’s the last night,” she murmurs.
Lifting my hand, I wrap my fingers around her wrist, tugging it away from my face before I speak. “What are you doing, Elodie?” I ask.
“I want you, Vaughn.”
“You don’t have—” My words are cut off by her own.
She shifts her face closer to mine, her eyes searching my own. “I know I don’t,” she whispers. “I want to.”
Before I can respond to her, I feel her lips touch mine. She kisses me hard, and her tongue slips inside my mouth. I don’t bother holding back the moan that travels up my throat, vibrating throughout my entire body. When I flex my hips, she grinds her panty-clad pussy against my hard cock.
Releasing her wrist, I grip her waist and hold her body down, feeling her warmth from her center penetrate through her panties and my boxer briefs. Fuck, I bet she’s already wet. Tangling my tongue with hers, I try to keep her body frommoving, knowing that I’ll lose control if she tempts me for a second longer.
Elodie rips her mouth from mine, disappointingly. We are both breathing heavily, though I think it’s less because of the kiss and more because I want to be inside her and am trying to hold back.
Slipping one of my hands from her waist, I cup her center. Fuck, her panties are wet. She sits up, and I watch as she grabs her oversized shirt by the hem, pulling it over her body before she tosses it somewhere on the floor.
Curling my finger in the center of her panties, I move them to the side before I glide my knuckle along her damp center. She arches her back, her head falling as she moans while gently rolling her hips.
Circling her clit with my knuckle, I apply pressure there, watching as her nipples tighten. I’m trying really fucking hard not to lose control. This is her moment, and while consciously, I know I shouldn’t be doing this—she’s too young, she’s damaged—I can’t stop her. I can’t tell her no because I want it, too.
“Yes,” Elodie hisses as she begins to move against my knuckle.
As much as I want to rip her panties to shreds and slam her pussy down around my cock, I don’t. This takes the most self-control of my life. It’s a test, I know it is, and I’m not sure if I’m going to pass it.
I know I probably shouldn’t, but I slip my finger inside her wet heat, pressing my thumb against her clit as I make a come-hither motion. Elodie gasps, her eyes popping open and her head straightening before her gaze finds mine.
Her palms press against my chest, her nails digging into my flesh, and my lips curve at the slight bite of pain. I fucking love it. All ten fingernail digs’ worth. Her lips part as she looks down at me, her nipples tightening even more.
“Vaughn,” she hisses. “I’m going to come.”
“Not yet,” I grind out.
One more swirl with my thumb, and she moans, so I slide my finger from inside her. And before I can do anything else, I feel her hands leave my chest and she frees my length. Her warmth is positioned on the head of my cock in the next breath.
“Goldie,” I grind out. “Slow.”
Our gazes are connected, unwavering as we watch one another, while she slowly sinks down along my length. Centimeter by centimeter, she takes me completely inside her. Gripping her hips, I hold her still.
“Don’t move,” I say through gritted teeth.
She shakes her head, her eyes never leaving mine before she speaks. “I need to move, Vaughn,” she rasps.
It seems as if she’s in pain. “No,” I say as I release one of her hips.
Placing my palm against her belly, I slowly move it up the center of her chest, stopping at the back of her throat. Gliding my thumb up and down the column of her throat, I don’t look away from her. She trembles, and I feel that shit all the way down to my toes.
My fingers dance over to her tit. When I slide my thumb along her hardened nipple, she shivers, her eyes still focused on mine. I don’t think she’s even blinked. I pinch that sweet, tempting nipple. She moans, and I feel her hips jerk.
“How close are you?” I ask, knowing that she has to be close.
