I stalk to the nightstand. Finding what I need, I tear the foil wrapper and sheath myself as I take her in. She doesn’t say anything again until I stop behind her, my hand gripping my shaft.
“Elian.”
“If you want to stop, tell me now.”
Arabella shakes her head, her hands fisting my sheets, her pure, pale skin a stark contrast to the dark blue material beneath her.
“No. I want you. Please just do it,” she pleads, and I can’t deny her request. I inch forward, feeling her warmth wrapping around me with every dip inside her. My hips drive forward without warning. Her breath whooshes from her as I fully seat myself inside her. Blackness overtakes my vision from the feel of her.
She’s tight. So incredibly snug it’s as if she were made to take me. I still all movement, allowing her to adjust to my size before I hear her whimper. I pull out and slam back in. Keeping my eyes shut, I focus on the way her walls pulse around me. The need to find release, for her and myself, overtakes the sick need for revenge that brought me to this moment.
I grip her hips, holding her steady as I pull out and drive back in, my body filling her, making every gasp and moan echo around us. The sound of skin slapping, of grunts and whimpers fill the air.
We move in sync as she pushes back against me, as if she’s trying to take me even deeper than I’m already fucking her. I lean over, reaching for her hair, wrapping the long, blonde locks around my fist, and I tug her toward me, her back arching beautifully as my lips find her earlobe.
“You’re mine,” I tell her, the honesty raw, scraping against my throat. I’ve felt pleasure in the past, but the way her cunt feels around my dick has me seeing fucking stars. My hips slam into her ass. The flesh in my hands will have bruises from my grip, but I don’t give a shit.
I release her hip and trail my hand up her body, tweaking her nipple until I hear the scream I’ve been craving. A tear trickles from her cheek, and I can’t stop the maniacal grin from forming on my lips.
My fingers wrap around her throat, the delicate column in my grasp, and I squeeze. Ever so lightly, but enough to make her pussy tighten around my shaft as I drive into her, all the way to the base.
Arabella mewls when I bite down on the fleshy earlobe, tugging it harshly between my teeth, along with my fingers stealing her breath and my cock balls-deep inside her. The gentle shaking of her legs against mine is the first sign of her impending release.
Keeping my hold on her throat, I release her hair and snake my hand between her thighs. The hardened nub under my taunting fingers is mine to play with. I circle her clit faster and faster as my hips piston against her.
“Oh god,” Arabella cries out, her body tightening, her cunt sucking me harder, deeper, pulsing with her release, and I feel the wetness soaking me. I don’t relent though. I send her into a second orgasm, and she screams as she shakes from pleasure wracking her body, her delicate frame trembling against me as I feel my own orgasm taking hold of me.
My spine tingles, euphoria skittering through me as I empty myself into the rubber, and I bask in the feel of her body accepting me, thickening and pulsing as I find bliss.
Arabella
I can’t deny my morning is a mess of confusing thoughts. Last night was everything I wanted from him, but if I had to be honest, I do want more. My stomach somersaults when I recall what we did. My chest tightens when I think about how much pleasure Elian bestowed on me, but then after the salacious evening, Elian drove me home since I arrived at his in a taxi.
He made me happy. He’d claimed me without abandon. I never felt so completely and utterly owned, and I am already hungry for more. I recall the moment after we finally came down from the high of our orgasms.
“I think I better take you home,” Elian’s rough voice informs me as he helps me to my feet. My legs are still wobbly from what he’s just done to my body. From the primal growl of him wanting me, claiming me, he seems almost as in shock as I am.
“Okay,” is all I can force out as I watch him make his way to a walk-in closet. When he returns moments later, he’s carrying a large tee and a pair of sweats that he hands to me. My dress is still on the floor downstairs, but I take the clothes.
“Put these on,” he orders, but the tone of his voice is less commanding and more affectionate. Something I never expected from the man before me. There aren’t any cuddles, and he doesn’t hold me, but the heat in his gaze is enough to set my worried soul at ease.
Once we’re dressed, we make our way to the front door and out to the garage where Elian opens the car door for me. Even as he weaves down toward home, my home, he doesn’t speak. After he pulls up to the heavy, ornate gates, he turns to me and offers a smile.
“I don’t usually spend the night with women,” he informs me. Women. Is that how he sees me? “But I’ll see you in class.” I’m not sure if that’s hope in his voice, but my heart settles at the thought of him even wanting to see me again.
“Yes, you will,” I respond, realizing it’s a school day, which of course is why he’ll see me. The stupidity of my thoughts causes me to blush, my cheeks hot, and I’m thankful it’s dark.
But before I
