Page 184 of Upon Buried Embers
“You didn’t. Please.”
We lock eyes.
“I want this, please let me have this.”
“Gods, you undo me,” he grits out, and then sits back on a growl, pulling out of me and slamming back in, jostling my whole body.
I groan.
“I told you to stop and you didn’t.”Thrust.“I told you to stop calling my name and you fucking didn’t.”Thrust.“Now I won’t be able to stop.”Thrust.Thrust.Thrust. “Fuck, I can’t stop,” he groans, the grip on my neck tightening as I whimper and scratch at him. “Gods, you’re so fucking tight. You have no idea how good you feel around me. Let’s get all of me in there.”
The pain slowly lessens with each thrust, and pleasure washes over me, my body tightening and tingling all at once.
He’s hovering over me now, one hand pulling my leg up higher, and on the next shift of his hips, it does something inside of me and I choke out a moan.
“That’s it, good, little Elf, relax for me, let me in deeper. That’s what you want, isn’t it? For me to be as deep as possible?”
I nod mindlessly, the pleasure swooping through my stomach, my body tingling.
“Yeah you do, come on, take more of me,” he slides out before thrusting even deeper. “That’s it, a little more. That’s all of me now. You took all of me. What a brave girl you are.”
I did that. My body took all of him.
“Fuck, I can see your blood on my cock. Proof that you’re mine.”
“Oh Gods.” I whimper.
“Let it happen.” He grunts. “I feel you tightening around me. Can you feel that? Are you going to come on my cock this time? Are you going to let me have all of you in a way no other has?” Dark and possessive desire drips from his every word. “Like you have all of me?”
“Yes,” I gasp, sweat making my hair stick to the side of my face and neck.
“Give it to me, then. Fuck, I can’t hold…. Fuck.” He picks up the pace as he sits up, hands clutching my hips. He drags my body back and forth, using me for his pleasure and for some reason, seeing his face full of desire, watching as he tips his head back on a groan, my body tightens, and then releases. “Gods fucking dammit!”
Stars explode behind my eyes, my body feels like it’s floating as Rohan continues to slide in and out of me. He groans deeply, and I watch in a daze as he stills, jaw clenched, and then I feel it.
Heat pours into me with each of his shallow thrusts, his hands tightening so hard on my hips that I’m sure I will have bruises from them. But as he opens his eyes and moves above me, never once removing his cock, he kisses me, and I don’t care. He soon starts to thrust again.
“I will never get enough. You’ve woken a beast and now he needs sating.”
“So let me,” I moan, my hands going to his hair. “Let me sate the beast.”
Forty Three
Rohan
I fucked up.
I shouldn’t have taken her, and especially not as hard as I did. But my Little Whisperer didn’t heed my warning and continued with those noises, with her little fingers digging into me… I lost all sense of control.
But when she begged?
Fuck.
She was free last night. It felt like I saw a version of her that even she didn’t know existed, and I want more of it. More of that look of pure desire, more of her cheeks flushed, eyes dazed, more of the way she reaches for me,clingsto me like I was the most important thing to her.
Just more ofher.
I run my hands over her stomach, not able to help myself as I dip them lower through the small patch of hair there, feeling where we’re still joined.
