Page 57 of The Call of Crimson
He wants me.
He wanted me when I was powerless, overlooked, abused, and nothing.
He still wants me now that I am powerful, yet so broken and lost.
And I never wanted anything as viscerally as I want this male.
Pleasure courses through me as his pace continues while his lips lay tender kisses along the inside of my knee.
Goosebumps cover my skin at the surprising sensitivity of that spot. They only increase as his thumb rubs slow circles against my clit.
Elijah groans as my inner walls flutter around his length, clamping down as my pleasure grows.
“Goddess, if you keep squeezing me like that, this is going to end so much faster than I’m ready for.”
His words spark arousal in me, and I intentionally clench around him. “I want you to come, Elijah.”
His eyes flash. “When did you get such a filthy fucking mouth, Ophelia?”
“I blame you,” I rasp. I’m so close to the edge, I can barely think. I need more of him. “Now give me what I fucking want.”
“Not happening,” he snarls. He drops my leg from his shoulder, grasping me by the hips, then flips us. Suddenly, I’m straddling him, his back to the ground, his eyes dark and burning beneath me.
I quirk a questioning brow at him, unsure of what to do.
“Ride me, Ophelia,” he orders, voice thick with hunger. “Roll those beautiful hips and chase your pleasure. I want to see you shatter around my cock.”
His hands grip my waist, guiding me in slow, grinding circles until I catch the rhythm.
I find I like this new position even more than the last and throw my head back, chasing every delicious ripple of sensation as I move over him.
Rolling my hips back and forth, my clit rubs against his pelvis in a motion that has me moaning in pleasure.
I’m right back on the edge of oblivion when Elijah begins to thrust up into me, perfectly syncing with my own movements.
It takes only a few more thrusts for me to shatter. This climax is more intense than the last, and I feel it in my entire body. Never-ending pleasure and warmth spread through me in rapid waves, leaving me gasping for air and darkness dancing as I fight to maintain consciousness.
I collapse onto Elijah, unable to sustain my own weight as the pleasure rolls through.
“Shhh, I’ve got you, darling,” he hums, one hand smoothing down my back as I try to breathe again.
When I can finally speak, I lift myself off his chest to look him in the eyes. “Now are you going to give me your come or not?”
His nostrils flare at the taunt, something primal flashing in his eyes. He threads his fingers through the hair at the back of my head, yanking me to him forcefully.
Warm lips crash into mine, taking everything he wants from me as his thrusts start again. They’re deep and hard, and he switches from worshipping to fucking me.
He’s not gentle as he takes what he needs, leaving me gasping for breath.
He bites my bottom lip as he takes one final stroke before reaching his release. A deep groan vibrates through his chest, and I swallow the sound through our kiss.
“That was…” I pant.
“Fucking incredible,” he finishes, breath still ragged. “You’re incredible.”
His hand strokes my cheek, then tucks a stray lock behind my ear.
I flash him a pleasure-drunk grin, a slight chuckle reaching my lips. “I guess you can keep me. That was… adequate.”
