Page 101 of Nemesync
I gripped her thighs, tasting and biting her, savoring the way her back arched and her attempts to breathe turned jerky. I sucked and bruised her delicate flesh, leaving a mark there while dangerously approaching her sensitive spot.
It was raw, it was fucking primal, a state driving by something stronger than desire, it was instinctive—I craved to possess her, own her, feel every inch of her beneath my touch.
“You’re soaked for me, Zanae,” I said with a smile as I gazed up at her. “Never in my wildest dreams could I have you in my bed. Isn’t that what you said? And yet, here you are, absolutely drenched for me.”
A soft whimper escaped her lips at the contact of my fingers on her, “Elijah...”
“It’s okay, don’t be ashamed,” I reassured her. “Your body craves me just as much as mine craves you.”
I moved my fingers on her throbbing clit, stroking it slowly as I readjusted myself on top of her. “Look at me Zanae, look at me. Give me your eyes, I need them.”
I pushed a finger inside of her, her eyes widened, and I saw them again, the colors, the life in them.
I plunged them in and out again, never stopping.
“Fuck, you feel good,Milaya.”
I kissed her while continuing to fuck her with my fingers and pushed another one.
A moan escaped her mouth in mine, and I smiled against it.
Her voice was so low and sexy, I wanted to fucking eat her sounds too, “You’re so ... You’re soyou.”
I thrived hearing her breathless voice, I could just listen to that until I die. Music to my ears.
“And you’re so fuckingmine.”
I thrusted my fingers faster and faster, feeling her hips following the motion; swaying and arching, bucking urgently, wanting more, needing more.
She closed her eyes, her mouth parted, but I needed them. “Your pretty eyes, Zanae. Always on me.”
She opened them and offered me what I craved for, a gaze full of fire, full of desire, and full of trust.
I continued fingering her harder and harder, she tried to speak but I felt her coming. and after a few seconds she exploded on my fingers, her eyes rolled back as she whispered my name in one breath.
“Eli!”
Eli. My name screamed by her, echoing in my head like a forbidden promise. That sweet voice, vulnerable and so perfect. I could’ve released myself just with her moaning my name.
I licked my fingers clean, tasting her.
“You taste so good,my Little nightmare.”
She traced my scars and tattoos all over my torso. Her delicate fingers sent electricity in my body. Her gaze lowered on my tattoo on my left rib, a bullet covering a scar.
“What does this one mean?”
She followed the ink with her pretty fingers, and my stomach tensed at her touch. I felt every fiber of me burn in the contact of her skin on mine.
“Nikolai made it. He has the same one but on the other side.”
She lifted her head up, her nipples caressing my chest erotically, but softly too at the same time.
“Show me more, Elijah.”
I kissed her again, with so much resentment.
All these years, all this fixation and craving, I was obsessed with her and to be honest I thought I would hate her more after meeting her, but I think I hate myself more for doubting her.
