Page 69 of Betrayed in the Dark
A need to make her come over and over again until she’s completely spent beneath me.
“Tell me you want this,” I breathe against her chest, letting my tongue snake between the valley of her breasts. “Tell me you need this as much as I do.”
“I need…” She gasps as my hand slides between her legs, two fingers gliding up and down her slit. “I need this.” She grips my bicep as my fingers slip between the fabric, her wetness coating the pads of my fingers. “I need you.”
I stop, my eyes locking with hers, fixating on the desire glossed over them.
She needs me.
Our eyes never break contact as my fingers slip inside her, thrusting slowly in and out before working up to a rhythmic speed. One I know will have her coming apart in no time.
She whimpers, holding on to my shoulders as I use my other hand to pull down on the cup of her bra, exposing her full breast. My lips latch onto her nipple, sucking and tasting her while using my tongue to flick the tip the way she likes.
“Oh, that feels so good,” she moans, pressing the side of her face into the pillow.
“You ready to show me how well you take my cock, Princess?” I ask, gazing up at her while I swirl my tongue over her. I press my palm against her clit, rubbing gently over her sensitive flesh as I continue to plunge in and out of her, getting her as close to an orgasm as I can before giving her my cock to come around.
“Y-yes.” She nods, biting down on her bottom lip as she watches me.
Fuck, she’s so beautiful like this.
“Please.” She clasps her hands over my cheeks, pulling my face toward her. She kisses me with so much urgency before she bites down on my bottom lip, tugging at it. “Fuck me, Eli.”
Blood surges to my pulsing cock, an inferno of desire clouding me.
She reaches inside her nightstand, pulling out a foil wrapper. I arch a brow in surprise. Not because I won’t respect her wishes but because we’ve never used a condom before.
She never wanted anything between us.
Grabbing the condom from her, I stand and quickly remove my pants and boxer briefs. Her eyes trail over my hard length as I fist it, pumping just once.
God, I feel like I’ve waited forever for this.
Forever for her.
And now that it’s finally happening, it doesn’t feel real.
My eyes graze over every inch of her, imprinting this moment to my memories, hopefully overtaking the dark ones that lie in wait.
Her hand reaches out for me, and that’s when I stop, my chest tightening at the sight before me.
“Take it off,” I rush out.
She arches a brow. “Take what—”
“Take. Off. The. Ring.”
She doesn’t hesitate to pull it off her finger and place it inside her nightstand drawer.
With the ring out of sight, the tightness in my chest slightly evaporates.
“Good girl,” I praise. “Now flip over for me.”
She does as she’s told, giving me her backside in the air as she plants her forearms on the mattress before her.
I slide my hands up the back of her thighs, curving around her pert ass and squeezing a handful. She moans, arching her back as she pushes against my touch. I slant forward to unclasp her bra, the straps gracefully falling down her arms, exposing her ample breasts. My hand slides around her front, finding apebbled nipple to play with. She whimpers and squirms, her body reacting to my touch exactly how it always has.
I stare down at her in awe. She’s too bloody perfect to put into words.
