Page 72 of Tainted Love
“Oh Eli …” she moans softly, her walls clenching again around my hardening cock.
I grip her arse and roll our bodies so she’s now straddling me. She places her palms on my chest and we both groan as she grinds down on me. My hand finds her throat, and my thumb on her pulse point is a reassurance that she’s here with me, she’s alive. “It’s your turn, Duchess. I’m at your mercy.”
Bea lifts onto her knees, then slowly sinks back down. She finds her rhythm, and I watch as she rides me. As she throws her head back in pleasure, she looks so goddamn beautiful.
“Holy shit,” she whimpers, as her speed increases.
“Fuck,” I grind out through gritted teeth, caught up in the way her pussy squeezes and contracts as she nears her orgasm. My free hand finds her clit, circling her sensitive nub with my thumb.
Her throat bobs as she swallows. “Eli … Mmm … Yes.”
My balls tighten and I know I won’t be able to last much longer, so I increase my ministrations on her clit as I squeeze her throat gently. I’m determined to draw one more release from her before I come. Her tits bounce with every grind on my cock, her movements becoming sloppier as her pleasure builds. Bea’s mouth falls open in a perfect “O” as her body shudders and she collapses onto me.
My hands move to her hips, and I thrust into her a few more times before emptying inside her with a guttural groan.
I nuzzle my head into the crook of her neck. “So fucking perfect,” I murmur against her sweaty skin.
Bea sighs as she snuggles into me, my softening cock is still buried in her warm heat, and I press my lips to the top of her head. Wrapping my arms around her, I hold her close as our hearts race in sync. It’s evidence of life calming my chaotic thoughts. Bea is still here in my arms and she’s not going anywhere. I won’t lose her like I lost Jas.
We lay wrapped around each other in a contented silence as our breathing settles. Finally, Bea lifts her head up to gaze at me.
“Can I ask you something?” she asks, tracing her fingers over my ink, goosebumps erupting across my skin in their wake.
“Anything.”
“What does this mean to you?”
“The tattoos?” I ask, confused.
She shakes her head. “Us—what we’re doing. Because it kind of felt like you hated me in the beginning, that you were angry with me every time you touched me, but now … I don’t know, it feels like everything has changed.”
Her vulnerability vibrates in this moment, and I hate myself for ever wanting to hurt her. “Moving in here was like returning to the scene of my nightmares. It’s not an excuse, but those two years in foster care changed me forever. When I saw you, something inside of me snapped. Honestly, I was prepared to ruin you in the name of revenge for everything Madeline took from me.” I realise how much of an arsehole I’ve been as I admit everything out loud, but it also feels like a weight is being lifted. “I wanted to own you, Duchess, but it turns out it's the other way around. You have me under your spell and I’m fucking powerless against you.”
Bea stares up at me with her wide amber eyes. “Elias, I?—”
“Don’t.” I press my finger to her lips with a shake of my head. “Don’t tell me this is wrong. I’ve already lost someone I cared about, and I won’t lose you, too.”
“That’s not what I was going to say,” she murmurs. “I don’t care anymore. I need you just as much as you need me.” She leans in and brushes her lips over mine before saying the words that damn near bring me to my knees. “You see me. You make me believe I can have everything I want—damn the consequences. And you make me feel safe.”
Safe.
The word causes me to freeze.
I don’t think I’ve truly felt safe since before my dad left. I certainly couldn’t keep Jas safe from our foster sister, or Oli from my best mate’s brother. Jas is dead and my twin is hiding from us. How the hell am I supposed to keep Bea safe? She’s going to end up hurt because of me. It’s inevitable.
“Come back to me.” Bea’s soft voice pulls me from my thoughts.
“I don’t deserve you,” I murmur. She doesn’t respond, just cups my cheeks in her delicate fingers and kisses me deeply. Fuck. I’m completely gone for this girl. I lick into her mouth, meeting her tongue in slow, torturous strokes, and savouring her sweet sounds as she whimpers.
As much as I want to take her again, I’m sure by now she is sore and exhausted.
“Come on,” I say when I finally manage to pull away from her sinful lips. “Let’s clean up and then get some sleep.”
I cup her arse, swinging my legs off the bed and climb to my feet. She shrieks with laughter as she wraps her legs around my waist and the sweet sound goes straight to my semi-hard dick which thickens inside her again.
“You’re insatiable,” she says, nipping playfully at my neck before soothing it with her tongue.
“Only for you,” I tell her, squeezing her thighs. I carry her across the hall to the bathroom and once inside, I sit her on the vanity. I pull out of her and groan at the sight of my cum dripping out of her cunt. It has me wanting to drop to myknees and push it back inside her with my tongue, exploring how we taste mixed together.
