Page 290 of Nemesync
I gazed into his eyes; my arms extended above my head. “I– Don’t stop...”
He leaned in, his lips caressing mine. “I know you can take everythingMilaya.” he whispered, and without waiting for my response, he plunged in again, entirely this time, nothing left, thrusting harder and harder, making me close my eyes from pleasure.
“Eli!”
“That’s it. Fucking you until you cry. Perfect.”
It stung, but the pleasure was exquisite, leaving me breathless.
And I did cry. I cried because I let go of everything when he touched me. And it felt good. Even with the pain.
He delivered stronger and faster strokes, releasing the pressure on my wrists slowly just as his hand moved to my neck. “My woman. You’re a slut for me, only for me. Aren’t you?”
“Yes, yes, yes,” I whispered, dizzy, delirious, at his mercy.
Elijah controlled every inch of me, and letting go of that control felt so liberating, so splendid.
He leaned down, intensifying the friction below. The angle was perfect, stimulating all my senses and pushing me to the edge of my own limits.
My hands instinctively traveled across his broad back, my nails scratching his skin violently.
He let out a gruff and needy breath, “MyLittle Nightmare,you’re making a fucking mess on my body. Scratch me more.”
I was hearing him but felt nothing else that was happening to my body. His moves were so strong, so full of ownership. He was pressed against me and at every stroke, his lower stomach rubbed against my clit.Ecstasy. Pleasure so intense I could’ve died from it.
His hands clenched around my wrists once again, pinning them above my head.
His thrusts were so hard and rough that my back pressed against the mattress, nearly breaking it. Delving impossibly deeper every second.
“I promised you almost a year ago that I would ruin you,” he began. His hips relentlessly drove into me, the bed creaking in protest beneath us. “And you told me I was insane.” He growled against my skin, kissing and biting down my neck, my nipples, everything he could reach with his mouth. “Now, you’re almost begging for it.” his possession branding me deeper with every inch. “Begging for me to fill and treat you like my fucking toy.”
I was the doll of the Devil at that moment.
Surrendering to him meant I also surrendered to my darkest desires. Obscene. Vulgar.Profane.
But I loved it. And I lovedhim. With every shattered fragment of my tormented soul and every twisted and depraved thought in my mind, I lovedhim.
My demons found refuge in the ecstasy he offered me.
I granted him my body, and my darkness and he proudly claimed them as his own, finding pleasure in torturing and toying with them.
Every indecent touch, every crude whisper had shaped me into his personal instrument.
He owned me, completely, and my heart thrived in this domination.
“Ruin me,” I breathed almost inaudibly.
His free hand descended down my stomach, and his thumb pinched my clit strongly, “No one else can touch you like I can.”
My head shook violently, my thighs began to tremble from the stimulation, warm tears streaming down my cheeks.
He rubbed it faster and faster, more intensely, even if I was on the brink of breaking, at his complete mercy. He loved it, even. “No one can fuck you like I can.”
He spat between us again, his saliva mingling with our fluids on my core and his throbbing length. A hard spank landed on my ass, and he murmured, “No one can ruin you and love you like I can.”
I was losing it, my whole body convulsed slowly, painfully, blissfully. I unconsciously moved my hips in rhythm with his relentless and primal strokes, coming undone under him.
“I can’t,” I gasped, my voice strained with exhilaration and desperation.
