Page 95 of Drawn By Dragonblood
“Let me love you, Jon,” he whispered against my mouth, holding my head still in the cradle of his hands.
Goddamnit all to fucking hell.
My pulse raced, and dread wanted to claw up my throat, demanding I couldn’t trust him with my heart.
But his eyes… Jesus, the vulnerability he showed made my stomach swoop and throat tighten.
“Yes,” I heard myself whispering exactly what that voice in the back of my head begged for.
Elijah stepped close, an overflow of tenderness emanating from his steady gaze. “I promise not to hurt you—unless you ask me to.”
Fuck.
Why did that bring back all those flashes of balls and chains, gags and floggers? The memory of the cross in his dungeon and how hard I’d come on the floor before hit me like a freight train that couldn’t be slowed.
I panted while he pulled my shirt off overhead. Moaned when he mapped out my entire upper body with his hands, fingertips searing every inch of skin they touched.
I needed him so fucking badly that my body trembled. Fucking knees knocked. I kicked my sneakers off, but he grabbed my hands when I reached to undo my jeans.
“Let me unwrap the gift of you,” he commanded quietly.
“Jesus, Elijah.” I swallowed hard and nodded, knowing and not caring hearts rested in my eyes.
Dakota whimpered, but I couldn’t tear my focus off Elijah’s face as he sank to his knees and made short work of my jeans, pulling them down. Heartbeat throbbing in my throat and dick aching like a motherfucker, I stepped out of them, damn near collapsing as Elijah ran his palms up the sides of my thighs.
He licked up the underside of my dick.
“Ah fuck!” My eyes rolled into my head at the same time Dakota moaned. My hands gripped Elijah’s hair, to yank him close or push him away, I didn’t know. I hung on for dear life as he closed his mouth over my leaking head and took me deep into his throat.
“Fuck…oh, Jesus fuck.” I groaned and whimpered, gasped as he swallowed around me, taking me straight to the edge in five seconds flat. “Christ, fucking stop before I blow my load. Please, Elijah—mercy!”
He hummed and backed off slowly, his tongue swirling around my length, gathering the pre-cum oozing from my swollen head as though trying to coax my climax from my balls regardless of my desire not to come all over his face just yet.
“I’ve never done that for a man,” he rasped as though taking my dick into his throat had left him hoarse.
“Never?”
He shook his head while glancing up at me, kissing the insides of each of my thighs.
Goddamn. He was a total alpha, definitely didn’t bow to any man…but he’d gotten on his knees for me. “Jesus, Elijah.”
Slowly, he rose to stand before me, the intensity in his eyes, the blackness swirling in his pupils weakening my knees and making me delirious with the need to drop to his feet and worship him like he’d done for me.
Yes.
I sank onto the edge of the bed rather than giving in to complete submission, unable to tear my gaze from Elijah’s face as he began unbuttoning his shirt. Awareness that Dakota sat a few feet away, watching us—probably soaked between her thighs—wasn’t enough to distract me from Elijah unwrapping the gift of him.
He didn’t reveal anything I hadn’t already seen when he pulled the white shirt off his arms, his pecs flexing and abs rippling, but I drooled like a motherfucker.
I reached for him on instinct, needy as fuck, and he stepped close, allowing me to unclasp his belt. The snap of his slacks, the teeth of his zipper slowly descending sounded loud in my ears atop my panted breaths.
His groan as I freed his erection and wrapped my hand around it was better than any music I’d ever heard. I wanted to play that shit on repeat until it echoed for eternity in my head. I didn’t bother pushing his slacks all the way off but leaned in and licked the wet trail glistening down to his balls. The man leaked like a goddamned faucet, his pre-cum as sweet as I’d remembered.
“Christ.” I swallowed and went in for more, moaning while lapping up his flavor that swarmed my taste buds, tingling my tongue. I wanted every drop lying in wait in that heavy sac of his to shoot into my throat. Fucking longed for it. Needed it?—
“No.” His stern command stopped me from closing my mouth over him, and he grasped my chin, forcing me to look up at him. Darkness warred with the pale irises, swirling enough I blinked to focus on them. “Lie on my bed,” he rasped as though barely holding back from ravishing me. “Let me pleasure you.”
I did as commanded, telling myself it was my body obeying, not my head, but fuck if that damn wall I attempted to keep erected between us didn’t tremble as he crawled atop me, gaze latched to mine, his eyes begging me to submit.
