Page 142 of Stolen Harmony
“You’re so fucking good for me,” Elias said, voice thick with pride as he stroked me with spit-slick fingers. “You want to come, baby?”
I shook my head desperately. “Not yet. Want to feel you—want you inside me.”
He let out a rough laugh, nuzzling at the crease of my thigh. “Greedy boy.” Then, with one last kiss to the head of my cock, he flipped me onto my stomach, hands gentle but insistent. The bed dipped under his weight as he spread my legs wider,kneading my ass, admiring me like he had all the time in the world.
“You trust me?” he asked, voice softer now, something vulnerable hiding beneath the hunger.
“Yeah,” I whispered, breathless, needing him so badly it hurt.
He bent down, mouthing at the curve of my ass, biting softly before soothing the sting with his tongue. Then he spread me open, and I shivered, anticipation crackling down my spine. The first touch of his mouth on my hole was electric—a shock of sensation that made me clutch at the sheets, hips rocking back into his face.
Elias groaned, hands gripping me tighter, spreading me wider, holding me in place as he licked and sucked, eating me out like he was starved for it. His tongue was relentless—circling, probing, teasing, dipping inside until I was whimpering, babbling, lost in the slow, dirty worship.
He paused only to press kisses to the insides of my thighs, tongue dragging over sensitive skin, making me tremble and squirm. I felt exposed, ruined, cherished. Every sound he made, every filthy word, every rough promise sent another wave of need crashing through me.
“You taste so fucking good,” he growled, voice muffled against my skin. “Could do this all night. Never get tired of you.”
I could only moan, burying my face in the pillow, body on fire. He slipped a finger inside, twisting, pressing, opening me up while his tongue kept working, kept loving me, kept making me feel like the only thing in the world that mattered.
He added another finger, scissoring, stretching, taking his time, making sure I was ready. “You still want me, baby?” he asked, breath hot against my skin.
“Please, Elias—need you—want you to fuck me,” I begged,desperate now, aching, almost sobbing with how much I needed him.
He kissed my lower back, the small of my spine, all the way up to my shoulders, then flipped me onto my back, pushing my legs up and apart. He knelt between my thighs, cock hard and slick, eyes wild with want.
“I’ve got you,” he promised, voice so full of love and hunger it almost broke me. “Let me take care of you, Rowan. Let me show you how much I missed you.”
I fumbled for the lube, hands shaking with need, with anticipation, and pressed it into his palm. Elias took it without breaking eye contact, his expression gone serious, reverent, as he slicked his fingers. He worked me open again, slow and careful at first, then with growing hunger, twisting and pressing until I was squirming, my whole body begging for him.
“God, look at you,” he whispered, voice thick. “So fucking beautiful. So ready for me. You want it, baby? Want daddy to fuck you?”
“Yes,” I begged, breathless, my thighs trembling. “Want you so much—need you, Elias. Please. Please.”
That snapped the last thread of his restraint. He slicked himself, lining up at my entrance, his cock hot and heavy against me, and pressed in slow, inch by inch, filling me until my breath caught and my body bowed up against him. He was big, thick, the stretch burning in the best way. He kept one hand tight on my hip, the other laced with my fingers above my head, holding me still, anchoring me in place.
He paused, letting me adjust, his forehead pressed to mine, breath mingling, our heartbeats thundering in sync. “Okay?” he whispered, searching my face.
I nodded, nails digging into his arm. “More. Give me everything.”
With a groan that was almost relief, he started to move—slow at first, grinding deep, his hips rolling, his cock dragging against every sensitive spot inside me. The pleasure was sharp, overwhelming, pushing out every thought except him, this, us.
He fucked me with a purpose, like he was trying to make up for every second we’d spent apart, every word we hadn’t said, every doubt or fear or mistake. He set a brutal rhythm, hips snapping, sweat slicking our bodies, hands everywhere—on my chest, my throat, my jaw, holding me open, holding me down, grounding me in the reality of his touch.
“God, Rowan, you feel so good,” he panted, voice raw. “So tight, so perfect for me. My good boy—mine. Always mine.”
The praise made me dizzy, made my cock twitch, leaking across my stomach. I hooked my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, meeting every thrust with desperate, hungry need. The slap of skin, the wet slide, the sounds of our pleasure filled the room—filthy, holy, proof that this was real.
He leaned down, kissing me through it—hard, sloppy, open-mouthed, biting at my lips, licking into me as if he could taste my want. He fucked me harder, the bed creaking, headboard banging the wall, and I was gone, wrecked, tears leaking from the corners of my eyes from how good it felt, how safe I was in the violence of his love.
“Elias—fuck, I’m—” My words broke off as he stroked my cock in time with his thrusts, rough and perfect, his thumb brushing the head, smearing precome everywhere.
“That’s it, baby,” he urged, voice a growl in my ear. “Let go for me. Show me. I want to see you come—want to feel it. Come for me, Rowan. Now.”
His words, the heat of his body, the way he filled me—everything came together in a rush that left me gasping. I climaxed hard, my whole body locking up, come painting both our stomachs, my vision whiting out for a second as I sobbed his name. I felt him groan, hips stuttering, cock pulsing deep insideas he followed, filling me up, holding me close like he never wanted to let go.
He didn’t pull out right away—just collapsed onto me, both of us shaking, breathless, the room spinning with the force of what we’d just done. The air smelled of sweat and sex and all the need that had finally found a home.
We lay there, tangled together, skin sticking, bodies humming with aftershocks. Elias buried his face in my neck, kissing my pulse, whispering broken apologies and promises into my skin.
