Page 48 of Betrayed in the Dark
“Don’t worry, love. I won’t make you wait for this. Not when we’ve both waited long enough.” A whimper escapes her as my hand runs up the inside of her left thigh, sending goose bumps over her soft skin. “Place this over my shoulder.”
She swallows nervously but does as she’s told, giving me a front-row view of the wet spot soaking her panties. Leaning forward, I inhale her intoxicating scent. “Goddamn.” I drag my lips over the fabric, peppering her with kisses.
“Eli,” she breathes, tilting her head back and tangling her fingers in my hair.
With two fingers, I yank the fabric to the side, revealing her to me. My cock hardens painfully at the sight of her pretty pink pussy, her clit swollen with need. “Fuck, I’ve missed this view,” I say roughly against her core. I drag my tongue down her slit, her taste hitting me like an aphrodisiac I can’t resist. Her whole body shudders in my grip, causing my restraint to snap.
With an unbridled need, I tear her underwear from her body, tossing the shredded fabric to the side before I push her thighs farther apart and shove my face between her legs, feasting on her pussy like a starving man.
“Oh my God,” she moans as my tongue flicks at her clit over and over again, providing her with the perfect amount of friction.
She trembles, thrashing against the door. Her fingers tug on the ends of my hair as she greedily grinds her pussy over my lips. I slide my hand between her legs, my index finger coming to astop above her entrance. I swirl the pad of my fingers over her tight opening, pressing further against her walls.
She whimpers in pleasure as I plunge all the way inside and begin to thrust in and out, quickly adding a second finger to the mix for more pressure. My tongue glides to her clit, where I press it flat, repeatedly rolling it against her nerves.
“Oh, fuck,” she breathes desperately.
I glance up, finding her hooded eyes unable to look away from what I’m doing to her.
Abruptly leaning back, I lick my lips, savoring her sweetness, and say, “Hold on tight.”
“What—”
Grabbing the back of her right thigh, I throw it over my shoulder and bury my head between her legs as I place both of my hands beneath each one of her round ass cheeks to keep her secure in the air. Her hands frantically grip the side of my head, her fingers pulling on the strands of my hair.
It doesn’t take much longer before her legs start to shake, vibrating against me as her body begs for the release I’m about to give it.
My lips wrap around her clit, and she screams out in ecstasy as the orgasm rolls through her, her thighs squeezing around my head as every muscle in her body coils up tightly before eventually falling slack against the door.
Glancing up, I admire her post-orgasm glow spreading over her porcelain skin. Especially because I’m the reason it’s there. My eyes catch on a little smile tugging at the corners of her lips, one I’m not even sure she realizes she’s showing.
It’s an image I try to engrave into my memory.
To hold on to for rainy days.
Carefully, I drop her feet to the floor, ensuring she’s sturdy before I stand before her. I gently grip her chin, angling her face toward me. Her eyelids flutter open, a flurry of emotionssweeping over her glossy irises as that slight smile completely vanishes.
Lust. Panic. Satisfaction. Regret. And something else I can’t entirely decipher.
Leaning forward, I press a kiss to her temple. “Sweet dreams, Princess.” She holds on to the wall for support as she looks down and steps out of the way, saying nothing as she opens the door, and I step through it.
However, just as I enter my room, ready to shut the door behind me, she calls for me.
“Eli.”
I glance over my shoulder, watching as she fidgets nervously, adjusting the straps on her nightie. “I…” Her eyes meet mine, the watery reflection taking me aback and causing me to turn, facing her head on. They’re not glossed over from the orgasm but from tears. Tears she’s desperately holding back.
My chest tightens at the sight, my throat burning.
This girl doesn’t cry in front of anyone. Not even me, except the one and only time years ago after her father’s death.
But there are monsters in her eyes that she’s scared of.
Ones that she shouldn’t fear because I’m here.
And I won’t let them harm her.
I want to run to her.
