Page 25 of Chains
I narrowed my eyes, well aware she hadn’t answered my question.“Because you’ve had another lover or because I just took your virginity?”When she said nothing, I had my answer.“For the love of God, Ellie.If you’d told me, I’d have done my best to slow down.”
“I don’t want you to slow down.That’s the whole point.”Now she looked frustrated.Very frustrated.“Move!”
Laughter bubbled up inside me as I slowly began to work her tight little pussy with my cock.“Demanding little thing.”
“I am,” she shot back.“This feels too good not to be demanding.”Ellie wrapped her legs around my waist, her hands clutching at my ass.I felt something inside me shift and reset, like a key turning in a lock I hadn’t known existed.
This was everything.Shewas everything.The feel of her around me, so tight and hot, made my head spin.I started with slow, shallow thrusts, watching her face for any sign of discomfort.The burn she’d mentioned seemed to fade as her body relaxed, accepting me deeper with each careful movement.
“So perfect,” I murmured against her neck, pressing kisses along her throat in praise.“So fuckin’ perfect.”
Her fingers dug into my shoulders, nails biting into my skin as she urged me on.“More,” she gasped.“I need more.”
I increased my pace gradually, mindful of her inexperience but driven by the desperate need in her voice.Her hips rose to meet mine, finding a rhythm that had us both panting.Her cries and gasps of pleasure were the sweetest music.The sight of her beneath me, eyes half-closed and lips parted, was almost more than I could bear.
“Look at me,” I commanded softly.“I want to look into your eyes when you come.”
Mine.This woman was mine.I increased my pace, still mindful of her inexperience but unable to deny her anything she asked for.She arched beneath me, those perfect tits bouncing with each thrust.I lowered my head, capturing one nipple between my lips, sucking hard and Ellie fuckingscreamed.Her cunt milked my dick, practically daring me to fill her full of my hot, sticky cum.And, God, I wanted to!
“Gonna come, Ellie.You want me to pull out you better fuckin’ say so right fuckin’ now.”Sweat beaded on my forehead, dripping into my eyes as I fucked her with ever faster and harder strokes.I couldn’t slow down.I needed -- fucking needed -- to come.
“No!”She dug her nails into the cheeks of my ass like she meant to bury them deep in my skin.Her thighs tightened around me, and she planted her feet on the bed and met every one of my thrusts with a surge of her hips.
“Fuck!”I shouted my release, burying myself as deep as I could in her pussy.
I collapsed on top of her, gasping for breath.It took several seconds before I could roll off her.When I did, she clung to me, moving so she never left my embrace.Which was absolutely perfect for me.
Afterward, as we lay tangled together, her head pillowed on my chest, I thought about tomorrow.Tate Blackheart would arrive, bringing with him all the pain and manipulation of Ellie’s past.But he would find her different now, stronger.She had us.Kiss of Death.Most of all, she had me.And I would kill the motherfucker before I’d let him hurt her again.
“What are you thinking about?”she asked, her voice drowsy with contentment.
I pressed a kiss to the top of her head.For all my demands that she not lie to me, it didn’t sit well for me to lie to her, but I wasn’t ready to bring us out of this small cocoon we’d wrapped around ourselves just yet.So I settled for a half-truth.“Thinkin’ about how much you mean to me.”Outside the bedroom door, one of the cats scratched insistently at the wood, demanding entry.We both laughed, the sound breaking the last of the tension between us.“Go away!”I gave the order in a grouchy voice those little demons had better learn to pay attention to.“We’re fuckin’ busy.”
As I’d hoped, that got a laugh from Ellie.She buried her face in my chest as the cats started yowling outside louder.“I don’t think they’re going away,” she said between giggles.
I gave a heavy, dramatic sigh, trying to keep her distracted with my discomfort with her cats.Which, I was already busted on.She knew I didn’t hate those cats or dislike them in any way, but if it distracted her for a while longer, I’d do whatever I had to.“Should I let the little fuckers in?”I asked.
Ellie shook her head, snuggling closer to me.“Not yet.I’m not ready to share you.”
I smiled against her hair, content to hold her for as long as she wanted, cats be damned.Tomorrow would come soon enough, with all its complications and challenges.But for now, in this moment, with Ellie warm and safe in my arms, everything felt right in a way nothing had for years.
Chapter Eight
Chains
I woke before dawn, Ellie’s warm body curled against mine, her breathing soft and even in sleep.For a moment I just held her, staring down at the peaceful curve of her lips, the way her dark hair spilled across my chest like spilled ink.Once her father arrived, her peace would be shattered.
Tate fucking Blackheart.The Butcher of Bellevue.The man who’d torn her childhood to pieces and now expected to waltz back into her life like he deserved a place in it.My jaw clenched at the thought, and I gently extracted myself from bed, careful not to wake her.She’d need all the strength she could muster today.
I padded to the bathroom, turning the shower as hot as it would go, letting the scalding water pound against my muscles.As if I could wash away the anxiety of what was coming.I braced my hands against the tile, head bowed under the spray, and tried to prepare myself.Two days.Just two fucking days with this monster, and then he’d be gone.But God help him if he hurt Ellie in the process.
“Chains?”
I turned to find Ellie standing at the door to the shower.She looked so fragile it nearly broke my heart just to look at her.Which made the hate inside me for anyone who’d dare hurt this woman in any way want to explode free.The more she hurt and stressed, the more my fragile control on my temper strained.
“Come here, baby.”I reached for her.She was still naked as she came to me without hesitation.I pulled her into the shower with me under the spray then framed her face in my hands as I kissed her.
The water cascaded over both of us as I held her close, feeling the tension in her shoulders beneath my palms.Her lips were soft and desperate against mine, like she was trying to memorize the taste of me before everything went to hell.
