Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 39424 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 197(@200wpm)___ 158(@250wpm)___ 131(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39424 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 197(@200wpm)___ 158(@250wpm)___ 131(@300wpm)
I shake my head. “But why don’t you want me to touch you?”
He leans his head back to look at me, and I see the deep sorrow in his eyes. “It’s not that I don’t want you to touch me. Fuck, I want that more than anything. But I can’t…” He struggles with the words. “I don’t want to fuck this up.”
I want to ask him about it and demand he explain it to me until I understand, but the look on his face tells me that he’s not going to budge. It’s obvious he doesn’t want me to see him. If I want Elias, I’m going to have to go by his rules. “Fine,” I mutter.
He doesn’t hesitate. He kisses me until I’m begging him for more.
CHAPTER 8
ELIAS
She’s begging for me to fuck her, and I can’t resist. To hear the words coming from her mouth as I kiss every inch of her body is my undoing.
I would give anything to strip down naked, lie down, and press my body to hers, but I don’t dare. I know if I did, I would ruin this for her. She would see all my scars and wouldn’t be able to look at me without pity, and that’s the last thing I want.
I pull her to the edge of the bed, undo my pants, and pull my cock out. I grip myself tightly and stroke from root to tip. I line myself up at her entrance and slowly enter her, giving her time to adjust to me. I watch as my cock enters her tight channel, and the urge to thrust is overwhelming.
“Look at me,” she demands.
I can’t give her what she wants and take my clothes off, but I can do this. I lift my eyes and gaze into hers. She’s clutching the bed covers, and when I slam into her, her eyes widen, and a guttural moan escapes her mouth. “Yes!”
I watch her as I thrust in and out, and at some point, it goes from just looking at her to looking into her very soul. She’s baring herself to me, and I see everything in the way she looks at me and meets me thrust for thrust.
Emotions war inside me, but I can’t look away.
She’s offering herself up to me completely without any strings and expects nothing in return. I want more. God knows I want more, but I won’t ask her for it. There’s no way I’d put her in that position.
She bends her knees to her chest, taking me deeper. She groans, and I about come right then. How in the world am I supposed to survive this when she’s taking me so well and looking at me the way she is?
At one point, looking into her eyes becomes too intense. I’m going to confess everything to her, tell her how I haven’t stopped thinking about her in five years. How being apart from her has about killed me, and I’d give anything for her to be mine. It’s on the very tip of my tongue to admit it all to her when I force myself to pull out.
She’s up on her elbows in an instant. “Elias!”
I grab her leg and help flip her onto her stomach. I know I’m an ass, but I don’t trust myself to look into her eyes while I fuck her. I’ll tell her everything if I do.
I pull her to the edge of the bed, push down on her upper back and pull her hips up, line myself up, and pummel into her in one swift thrust. I bottom out inside her, and she starts to convulse around me. But I don’t stop.
Over and over, I move in and out, going as deep as I can, and she moves up the bed.
She moans with each thrust, and I hold onto her hips as I drive into her.
“I can’t. I can’t,” she moans.
I reach around to strum my finger along her clit. “One more. Just give me one more, Chloe.”
Her pussy floods, and the heat coming off her is intense. Her orgasm has her clamping down on me, and she reaches down between her legs. When her fingers touch my balls and she squeezes me, I lose all control. There’s no holding back as I bury my cock deep into her honeyed depths and paint her insides with my cum.
She moans, but I don’t stop. With a firm grip on her hips, I pump into her, wanting her to take every drop.
The orgasm is primal and all-consuming as it wracks through my body.
My heart is like thunder in my chest, and I lie forward to try and catch my breath.
I’m panting as I lean over her. Her body is shaking from exertion, and we lie like this until our breathing starts to even out. I move up onto my hands to hold my weight, and she reaches for me, grabbing on to my jean-covered legs and trying to hold me in place. “No, stay. Please, just like this. Just for a minute.”