Page 57 of Riot Reunion
She nods, licking her lips, her cheeks flushing with color and heat. Her pulse rages in her veins; I can feel thethrum, thrum, thrumof it strobing at her wrists. She’s electric, this magical, beautiful, defiant dark-haired creature. She makes me want to paint, and scream, and fight, and fuck, and storm. I can barely contain all of the things she makes me feel inside myself. At any moment, I might crack open and the madness of my affection for her will blast out of me like rays of blinding light.
She’severything.
Drinking her in, I survey her body, pinned beneath me. Her eyelids flutter, artful black strokes of ink against her porcelain pale skin. Elodie’s chest rises and falls, her breath quickening as I arch my back, rolling my hips forward, against her belly, so she can feel how hard my cock has grown in my pants.
“You’re going to come apart for me, Little E,” I tell her. “I’m going to tease you until you give yourself over to me—”
“Oh my god, please, Wren—”
“I’m going to take whatever the hell I want from you. Your pussy. Your ass. Your mouth. And you’re gonna let me, aren’t you? Hmm? Youwantme to help myself to you, don’t you? Youcraveit.”
“Yes,” she whispers breathlessly. “Yes. Yes. Yes.”
By the glazed look in her eyes, she’s entering that delirious, desperate state where she completely loses herself—the most addicting thing I’ve ever had the honor of witnessing. Shebecomesher pleasure. Her skin, so sensitive, burns like a heady, dizzying fire. Her insides turn to liquid. She melts, pliable in my hands, and I do what any good boyfriend would do: I make hercome.
She hisses when I slip my hand down the front of her panties.
She’s—holyfuck, she’s wet as hell. Her slickness coats my fingertips as I trail them languorously through the folds of her flesh. She shivers deliciously, her eyes rolling back into her skull when I pause, circling her clit, and a tiny sigh slips past her lips.
FUCK.
I cannothear that kind of sound coming out of this girl. It’s too fucking much. Too sexy. Too feverish. Too fucking perfect. My dick throbs, heavy as lead between my legs, harder than granite, desperate to be touched, fucked, sucked. I quicken the circles as I rub against Elodie’s clit, applying a tiny bit more pressure, and her eyes close fully, her lips falling open as she arches away from the bed, rolling her hips back a little.
“Are you gonna listen and give me everything that I ask for, Elodie?” The words feel harsh as if they scrape against my throat; I want her so fucking badly, I can barely even fuckingspeak.
“Yes.” Elodie’s voice is just as hoarse.
I move back slightly, edging my fingertips toward the entrance to her pussy as I continue to rub at her. “You swear it?”
“Yes! Yes, oh my god. I swear! I swear.”
“Good girl.” I reward her by dipping my fingers inside of her. Not too far. Only up to my index finger’s first knuckle, but it must feel pretty damn good to Elodie, because she bows away from the bed even harder, sucking in a sharp, ragged inhalation.
I withdraw my fingers almost immediately, and Elodie lets out a pained whimper. “Monster.” She pants out her objection.
“Tyrant. Bully. Pernicious bastard.” I add.
“So…fucking…cruel.”
“I can besomuch crueler.”
“Wren…”
I slide one knee forward, centering my weight over her, then quickly release her pinned arms, using my other hand to clasp tightly around her throat. Elodie’s eyes snap open, wider than wide, but her eyes are devoid of fear. Fierce, raw desire hums within her gaze as she stares up at me, her pupils dilating to an extraordinary size. They say what she cannot: I surrender. I am yours. Do whatever you want to me.
I tighten my hold on her throat, cutting off her air supply. Bowing down over her, I flick the tip of my tongue over her lips, licking and tasting her as I speak. “Let me show you…exactly…how cruel…I can be.”
My fingers are soaked now. I run them lightly through Elodie’s slick heat, grinding my teeth together, blowing hard down my nose as she twitches and spasms, her hips jerking against my touch. “Feeling lightheaded yet?” I rumble.
She nods. When I stroke the pad of my index finger against her clit, her whole body jolts, her heels kicking against the mattress.
“That feel good?” I demand.
She nods again, her hands fisting the bedsheets at her sides.
I ease off, lessening the pressure I’m applying to her throat. She immediately draws in a shaky breath, panting. I allow her three full breaths, and then I tighten my hold again. AndthenI get to work.
No more light, tentative pressure between her legs. I rub at her clit, small, purposeful circles—a tempo and a pressure that I learned Elodie liked the very first time I fucked her. Beneath me, Elodie writhes, her whole body rolling and jerking, reacting to her rising pleasure. Her hips rock upward, searching for even more pressure from my hand, for more, more, more, and I unleash a teasing smile.
