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“Ellea!” Her hands came away from her face with a jerk. She looked up at him, bewildered, as though she’d forgotten he was there. Tears ran down her face, and he found himself suddenly wanting to kiss them away. When her mouth parted, her eyes searching his face, he wanted to kiss her lips. Then she scowled, and he had never felt so relieved to have someone look so mean.
The relief that came wasn’t enough to erase the feeling that he may have made one of the biggest mistakes of his very long life. He would forever regret this. He was so dumb. Why couldn’t he say the right thing? Why hadn’t he gone about this in a different way? His heart broke as he remembered being in the same spot; his mentors drowning him in their own power until he would submit to them.
He brought her palm to his own face.
“I’m sorry.” He pressed a kiss to her damp hand. “I’m so sorry. I was wrong.” He closed his eyes as his chin dropped to his chest. “Please…” He couldn’t finish.
A hand cupped the other side of his face, and he looked back at her. Stormy gray eyes held him there, their pull so intoxicating. That single vicious look had his body begging to be allowed to drown in their depths.
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Ellea could feel a pull in the depths of her soul as his hazel eyes searched hers. It felt like he could see everything, and she couldn’t allow that even though he had been the one to pull out all of her bad memories. Her mother used to scare her with darkness and flames, but her personal favorite—planting images in Ellea’s head until she couldn’t tell what was real—had been the worst. She couldn’t allow Ros to see those memories; she couldn’t keep reliving them. The need to distract him, distract herself, became desperate.
The scruff of his beard scratched her palms as she grabbed his face. Maybe she would regret this later, but who the fuck cared? Ellea pulled him to the ground. He was massive above her as he continued to look too deeply into her eyes. She looked away to stop his search and bared her neck to him, inviting him to take whatever he wanted, to help her forget.
Ros only lasted half a moment before his mouth was on her skin. They both groaned as soon as his lips touched hers, and it was hard to know if she was pulling him closer or pushing him away. The fight was still in her, and the anger she felt was threatening to take over again. That was forgotten as his sharp teeth scraped along her neck. As he moved across her skin, tasting and biting, she melted into him. Their bodies melded together, and any idea of fighting floated away. He must have felt it too. He chuckled into her ear, a sound so dark with promise that she froze.
“Someone is quick to submit.” His tongue grazed the sensitive skin behind her ear. Her hands moved through the thick hair at the nape of his neck, fingers tangling in the wet strands. She yanked hard. He hissed but still smiled down at her. “Are you ever going to not fight me?”
“I will always fight you,” she seethed, and for good measure, kneed him in the stomach. “You’re the one who was quick to give in.”
He hunched over her in pain, but the asshole was still smiling, taking the closeness as an opportunity to lay on her fully, pinning her between him and the ground. They were nose to nose, sharing breath, but she still glared. He only grinned wider. His wet jeans were pressing in all the right—or wrong—places. She was so confused, and her body was giving her the worst signals.
Ellea knew Ros saw the battle raging as he stared into her eyes. His nostrils flared, and his eyes darkened with realization. He pressed into her a little more. She whimpered from the contact, and he dove back in, attacking her neck with his hot mouth and relentless tongue. The sharpness she felt as his teeth scraped her skin had her wondering what other demon things were going unnoticed. His hands explored her body, leaving goosebumps wherever he touched. He pulled at the collar of her shirt, freeing more skin for him to devour, and Ellea whimpered, grinding her hips into him.
Ros groaned, and she shuddered at the sound of it. His hands moved down her body and gripped her ass, pressing her into him harder, causing her to snap. It was too much and not enough. Her hands gripped him, moving him; she needed to taste him, bite him, anything to get closer. She yanked at his hair so he would bare his neck to her. And he did.
Her teeth and mouth were instantly at his throat. The taste of fresh water on her tongue and the taste of him were intoxicating. She was reminded of her favorite things as she explored his skin, perfect fall mornings, rich coffee, and the heavy taste of earth and heat. She couldn’t get enough of it as she journeyed over every inch open to her.
As her tongue scraped against the hair on his chin, Ros broke. He tore Ellea’s pants from her body. She gasped as cool air met her skin, and she only had a moment to look down to where she was bare against Ros’ wet pants. He was already moving down her body, pushing her wet shirt up to have better access to her skin. He kissed and nipped every part of her, and as his hot mouth moved across her, she grew slicker between her thighs.
Ellea explored the best she could as he continued learning about her body. Her hands ran across his back, desperate to touch his skin. They raked through his hair and over his hands that held her. He freed one hand from her grasp and ventured down to her traitorous pussy that was calling to him.
He placed his big hand over her bare pussy; as soon as his palm touched her, she whimpered and sank deeper into the earth. He rested his head against her stomach and held himself still, just breathing and taking in the feel of her. Two fingers parted her, and he released a pleased sigh.
Ros didn’t dive right in. He seemed to want to draw out his exploration; circling the wetness at her center and traveling to her clit, kneading and testing, feeling all of her. She grew frustrated, and her breath came out in pants. When Ellea looked down at the man who was torturing her, he smirked and inserted two fingers without warning.
She was ready for it. Hel, she wanted more. She matched his strokes, grinding into his hand the best she could. He growled as his mouth met her clit, and he held her there as she moaned to the night sky.
She felt power radiate through him where he held her down, his large hand splayed over her soft stomach, holding her there as he feasted on her. She couldn’t hold her powers back, she couldn’t even think when his tongue was doing that. It lapped from her entrance where his fingers curled and pumped to her clit where he circled and teased. His mouth devoured her, and she almost forgot how to breathe as the tingling crept up her thighs that were gripping his head, no longer fighting him. Her powers answered his, heating her chest and radiating out. She didn’t even try to stop it.
She let it flow down her arms to her hands that were tangled in his hair. He growled in response. The vibrations of it sent her right to the edge of that cliff. He must have known it too; he smiled over her, taking just a moment to rest. He pressed a kiss to the inside of her thigh as his fingers picked up their rhythm. She began to shake, and he growled again, nipping where he was kissing.
“Are you going to fight even now?” he asked with a voice so thick and deep with lust. The tone of it made her moan and melt into the ground even deeper. His frustrating mouth hovered right above her sex, and she felt his hot breath caress her.
“Come for me, princess,” he commanded.
She felt his power again—it met hers and twisted with it. There wasn’t destruction. It danced and twined as she was kicked right off that cliff the moment his mouth clashed into her clit. She screamed as her orgasm ripped through her, losing control of her breath, her limbs, her powers. He held her to him through all of it and feasted on her release.
Moments or hours passed as she lay on the earth with his comforting weight on her. Her powers and orgasm gave one final flutter around his fingers, and Ros instantly stood. It was jarring to be free of his touch. She slowly adjusted and brought herself onto her elbows to look at him as he towered over her. He seemed feral as his breath picked up, and a darkness seemed to pass over his bright eyes. She let her gaze run down his body to where his cock was thick and hard, poking out of the top of his dark wet jeans. She smirked and reached for him, but he stepped back. Her brows drew together, and he took another step back.
“We aren’t done yet,” he growled before he turned and left her there. Pantless, wrung out, and wholly confused.
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