Page 5 of Riot Reunion
Her father is dead, and this pain inside Elodie? It doesn’t leave this fucking church.
My insides are blacker than the pits of hell. I’ll take this darkness from her and swallow it down like honey. I won’t even bat an eyelid.
I hold her up, crushing her tight against my chest, but that’s not good enough. I want a better grip on her, want to be even closer to her, so I swiftly pick her up, lifting her off her feet. She huffs against my mouth but doesn’t object as I wrap her legs around my waist and press her up against her father’s lacquered casket.
“God, Wren,” Elodie pants. “We…we shouldn’t. Not…here.”
“I can’t think of a more appropriate place.” I nip her neck, less careful than I should be. Her delicate flesh marks easily. For weeks after we first started fucking, she walked around Wolf Hall covered in my handprints and teeth marks; the school administration was starting to raise eyebrows, like the contusions beneath her skin were evidence of some kind of abuse rather than multiple orgasms. I smirk against her skin at the memory. “People believe they’re closer to God inside churches.” I suck her ear lobe into my mouth, clamping it lightly between my teeth. I give it a rough tug before leaning back and taking Elodie’s face in my hands again. “It’s only right that I show you Heavendoesexist in a place like this.”
Her eyes—full of swirling emotion a moment ago—are now unfocused and distracted. She looks high, lost in the grips of euphoria. Grasping my shirtsleeves, she fists what she can of the material, clinging hold of me as she vacantly nods her head. “Anything. Yes. So long as I don’t feel like…this.”
I need no further instruction. Moving quickly, I grab the hem of her black dress and guide my hand beneath it, immediately finding the smooth, silken skin of her bare legs. Elodie gasps as I trail my fingers up the inside of her thighs, and a taut, hot pressure sparks to life in my chest. “So beautiful. You’re fuckingbreathtaking, Little E.”
Her fingernails dig into my biceps through my shirt, as she unhooks her legs from around me. Slowly, I pluck at the material of her panties, lifting them away from her core and maneuvering them to one side, all without touching the wet heat of her pussy.
Shewantsme to touch her there, though. She’s desperate for me to do it. Leaning back against the coffin even more, she spreads her feet apart, opening her legs wider, giving me better access to her. Her right hand slides up my arm, over my shoulder, up the back of my neck, until she’s winding my hair around her fingers. She attempts to pull me down to kiss her, tipping her head back in order to let me know that her mouth is mine, that I can take it whenever I want.
This is a truth I already know.
Every part of Elodie Stillwater has been mine since the moment I laid eyes on her, getting out of that car outside Wolf Hall all those months ago.
I smirk, open-mouthed, as I jerk my head back, moving back just enough that her lips can’t reach mine. “Stop,” I command.
“Stop what?” Her voice is breathy and distracted. She tries to pull me down to kiss her again, but I resist.
Fuck, this girl is the most fascinating creature I have ever laid eyes on. I trail the pad of my thumb along the line of her jaw, imagining all of the monstrous ways I could defile her. Some other time,though. Not today. Today doesn’t lend itself to drawn-out, deviant sexual acts. Elodie needs to come quick, and she needs to come hard. “You feel helpless,” I murmur. “You aren’t. But don’t try to controlthis,” I say, gesturing between our chests. “I’m in control right now. I’ve got you. Let me take care of you.”
Gently, I rub my fingertips over her pussy lips—a glancing contact, just a graze, but it makes Elodie’s eyes widen. She lets out a pained whimper. “Oh fuck, Wren. I need…”
I nuzzle my nose into the crook of her neck, breathing her in. “What do you need, baby?”
She sighs, all frustration. “I don’t know. I—”
She stops dead when I part her with my fingers and dip them into her slickness. Her body buzzes with pent-up energy; she shudders when I slide my middle finger back and carefully rub it over her clit, applying just enough pressure to coax a shaky moan out of her.
“That,” she whispers. “I needthat.”
I’ve never fucked anyone in a church before. I’m sure there will be other opportunities. My old man’s so agitated all the time thathe’sbound to drop down dead one of these days; I’ll get my dick wet with Elodie then. Right now, she doesn’t need me railing the shit out of her. She needs something focused. Something to help ease her nerves. I roll the pebbled little bud of her clit a couple more times, stroking my fingers over her, the way I know she loves, and Elodie shivers, falling forward, resting her forehead against my shoulder. Her beautiful hair cascades down my arm, concealing what I’m doing from anyone who might happen to pass by.
Our discretion ends a second later. There’ll be no mistaking what’s going on if someone comes across us now as I slowly sink to my knees.
Elodie tries to slap my shoulder. “No! No way! You’re not—”
I catch hold of her hand, pressing my lips to the inside of her wrist, looking up at her. Can she see it in my eyes? All of the nasty, debauched shit I want to do to her? I really fucking hope so. “Iam.” I tap her left foot, silently ordering her to lift it up.
Defiantly, she shakes her head.
“I’ll have it, one way or another,” I warn her.
Her eyelids shutter: I can just imagine what’s running through her head: the scene, where she tries to deny me what I want, and the moment when I throw her over my shoulder and carry her to the podium behind us. Where I lay her down on her back and drive her legs apart, ignoring her pleas…
If she wanted me to stop, I’d stop, of course. I’m not about to force myself on the girl that I love. But Elodie has a way of fighting the things she wants. Her mind tells her no, something isn’t appropriate. It isn’t polite. It isn’t clean. It isn’t proper. And she knows exactly how I feel about appropriate, polite, clean and proper. I am the antithesis of every single one of those things, and she cravesmemore than air. She’ll relent. She’ll let me have her, one way or another. She knows it might as well be here.
Gingerly, she lifts her left foot from the floor. I take her ankle in my hand, absolutely fucking thrilled for the fifteen millionth time thatIget to close my grip around the circumference of it. She’s fucking perfection. Swiftly, I guide her leg over my shoulder, so that her thigh is flush with my ear. Staring up at her, I enjoy the way her chest frantically hitches up and down as she watches me slide her skirt up high enough so that I can lean forward and flick the apex of her thighs with my tongue.
“Oh…holyshit,” she whispers. Her panties are still drawn to one side. Pressing forward, I grab hold of her by the hips, and I bury my face into her, inhaling deeply. “You smell fucking amazing,” I growl. Something happens to me when the unique, sweet scent of Elodie’s pussy hits the back of my nose. I turn fucking feral. I can’t explain it. It’s never happened with anyone else before. In the space of three seconds flat, my dick could break concrete, and I’m awash with the need to claim her.
Elodie drives her fingers into my hair, letting out an uneven breath as she holds me to her. I glide the bridge of my nose upward, using it to part her, to apply pressure to her clit, following it with the flat of my extended tongue, and Elodie’s right leg damn near buckles. Her startled cry bounces off the bare stone walls of the church, amplified as it echoes around the cavernous space.
