Page 125 of Nemesync
His hands shifted from my hips to my ass, urging me to move with him as he continued his upward thrusts.
“Do you love the way I fuck you, Zanae?” he pleaded.
I closed my eyes, unable to process the consuming pleasure coursing through me right now. “I love it,” I whispered, feeling one of his hands return to my clit, stroking it with so much need, that I felt like dying from pleasure.
“Eli... I can’t... It’s too much...”
I was barely speaking at this point.
“You can, baby. You’ll learn to love it, and you’ll never want me to stop treating your cunt like it’s mine to play with and sin with.”
A hard slap on my pussy followed, and the tears streamed down my cheeks more violently than before.
Give me pain. More pain. More life.
“That’s it, Zanae, cry for me. Cry because you fucking love how I take care of you. Show me those beautiful tears of pleasure.”
The stimulation was too much, I couldn’t handle the feeling of him inside me, around me, suffocating my soul with his existence.
“Keep going,” I muttered between two sobs, my eyes closed.
“Give me those beautiful eyes. Give them to me.”
It wasn’t a want, it was a need, it was vital.
So, I opened my eyes to witness by myself the desire burning into this green forest I loved.
“You’re taking me so good,Milaya, so good,” he said, his eyes hooded and begging me to take him inconceivably deeper.
I felt it coming, and it was violent. The waves of pleasure pulsed through my soul. Am I going to die right now?
I felt his heart racing, the rapid beats mirroring mine.
That deep and raspy voice trailed against my skin as he planted gentle kisses on my neck, “That’s it, come for me, just like that.”
It was violent. The release felt like ecstasy. I reached my climax and it was everything I needed.
Elijah’s face contorted with a raw pleasure. His brows furrowed in bliss. His hands dug into my ass, spreading me wide, pushing me up and down on him harder, his knuckles turning white from the intensity.
His breathing quickened, every muscle of his body tensed as he spilled inside me, still buried deep, a guttural groan escaping his lips.
“Fuck, you’re so fucking perfect.”
Elijah Volkov offered mea little death, using only his body and lips, and it felt like life itself.
He then planted a soft kiss on my mouth, whispering against it, “I love making love to you.”
I shook my head before looking at him, his gaze intoxicating. “Thank you for making this feel good.”
He grabbed my cheek, stroking my skin gently, and whispered, “Anything for my beautiful nemesis.”
We were sweating, music was still playing. I couldn’t resist cupping his face in my hands and leaving a small kiss on the corner of his lips.
He was such a beautiful broken soul. He was doing so much to make me want to live again without even him knowing.
“You’re fixing me Elijah,” I admitted.
His gaze was intense and warm. He inhaled my air as though it was the very breath he needed to live, then kissed my jaw, saying, “You’re not fucking broken, you’re majestic.”
