Page 81 of Of Poison & Pumpkins
Rynn
Elias delivered the best, most beastly, most explosive orgasm I’ve ever had. And it was only from using his fingers. The voracious way his dark eyes laser into mine is overwhelming, an intensity I’ve never experienced. It’s obvious he’s not done with me yet.
Kneeling above me, he softly massages my thighs as my body recovers. The sweet sensation is almost too much to handle. I squirm under the pressure but can’t escape with my hands tied above my head.
For a few beats, I try to capture this alluring scene in my memory. Most of the lights are off; his skin is only illuminated by the seductive moonlight and street lanterns beaming through the window. He’s a specimen crafted by the most cunning artist. My fingers twitch with the need to trace the shape of his collarbone, down his bewitching pecs, over his stomach to fist his dick. Unfortunately, my man has plans to torture me because I can’t touch him at all when tied like this.
I long to grab onto his back and dig my nails into his skin. Mark him. Claim him as mine. My eyes meet his again, grounding me in the moment.
“I love you,” I whisper.
“I love you more. Tell me you trust me wholly. Tell me you trust me with all of you, your body, mind, and soul.”
“Yes, I trust you. Tell me I get every piece of you, nothing hidden behind a mask.”
“I promise to fully be myself with you, always and forever,” Elias whispers against my nipple, making it so hard it’s almost painful. “Because of that promise, I don’t want to hold back tonight. If there’s anything you don’t want or like, say, ‘sailboat.’ Got it?”
I barely nod once before he’s touching me. My nerves tingle to life again when he cups my breast. My skin feels hotter than the sun as he hovers over my face and kisses me tenderly, with divine expertise. He tastes of delectable enchantments and exquisite passion, with a hint of something fruity—maybe nectar. Even with my eyes closed, my senses are overloaded. So much feeling. Veins gushing with raw, carnal need.
He positions himself closer, and I feel the heaviness of his thick cock rest between my legs.
“Lias,” I moan into his mouth.
“Good girl,” he mumbles against my lips. “Ready for this?”
I hear foil rip, feel his body move closer, heavier.
“Rynnlee, open your eyes, babe.”
I do, unaware they were even closed. His scrumptious smirk is an electric shock to my nerves. Fuck, I’m obsessed with him. I’m hooked on his every move. Addicted to the way he drinks me in.
I dip my gaze down his devastating body and watch him grab himself. He wears the confidence of a king, ready to feast. Wrapped and ready, he brushes his tip against my opening.
“Look at me,” he says, toying with me, rubbing himself against my clit. “Tell me how slow to go.”
I don’t care if he has the biggest cock known to man or if he’s vicious and rough. All I want is to erase any space between us so that we don’t know where one of us ends and the other begins. I crave for him to be inside me, to stretch me. The ache in my core throbs violently. My heart won’t survive this. It’s beating too fast, too hard.
“Please, Lias. I need you, now.” I’m not even sure if I say it aloud.
My hips have a mind of their own, arching, trying to reach him, since my hands have no power or control. My pulse skyrockets in a wild, maddening beat.
His smile could brighten the darkest shadow. “Eager for me?”
Slowly, he pushes inside me.
I cry out. My wrists strain against the binds. He doesn’t move yet, lets me adjust.
His jaw tightens, and he cranes his neck back like he’s a man praying for salvation.
I squeeze around his cock and swirl my hips to slide him in deeper.
“OH, FUCKIN’ SORCERY AND BLACK MAGIC! FUCK, RYNNLEE!” He’s already panting, chest heaving. “Your pussy is … SO wet … UGH SO perfect for me. FUCK! You’re brutal, babe. I’m gonna lose control.” He almost looks pained as he pries his eyes open again. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“It’s okay, Elias. I trust you. Give me all of you.”
Just like that, he spreads my thighs with his hands and shoves in the rest of the way.
I scream out in agonizing bliss. Shocked by the sheer size of him. The need for him to thrust again is so fiercely urgent that I feel like a crazed hormonal animal.
