18. Kim
I was lying on the sofa on my stomach as I watched this series on my tablet and I wasn’t concerned with what was going on around me since there were a lot of people in the house when someone tickled my waist and I screamed in fright.
I swear I saw my heart fly out of my chest and I jumped out of my skin.
“Ha ha ha! It’s me,” Elyes said and I was, for a moment, stupefied by that kiss.
Damn!
This man was beautiful.
“I miss you so much and I have something to tell you,” he said as he pushed me back on the sofa and claimed my lips.
I didn’t even have time to say anything.
He then carried me princess style and walked up the stairs.
He pushed the door open with the sole of his shoes, his gaze never wavering, intense and unrelenting and never leaving my face. My body ignited under his touch, warmth blooming where his skin met mine.
He looked at me as if he wanted to read something from my face or as if he was afraid.
“W-what is it?” I managed to stammer, my voice barely above a whisper.
My lips tingled, anticipation coiling low in my belly. His eyes darkened, a possessive glint flickering through them.
I swear I will never get enough of this man.
“I miss you,” he rasped, his voice like gravel and silk.
A shiver coursed through me. My teeth sank into my lower lip, heat pooling between my thighs.
Damn.
This man unraveled me with just a look, a word. My body betrayed me, melting into his touch, the ache of longing spreading like wildfire.
“Y-you…” My voice faltered as his mouth crashed into mine again, a deep, searing kiss that stole the air from my lungs.
My hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as he devoured me.
His lips were urgent, demanding, and any resistance I might have harboured crumbled. I was weak against him, against the way he knew how to play my body like an instrument only he had mastered.
I missed him too.
Desperately.
The first time we had been here, everything had unraveled. The memory of that night still simmered beneath my skin. But tonight felt different. There was a fire in Ely’s touch, a desperation that hadn’t been there before. As if something had snapped inside him.
Was it Claire?
But how would he have known that she came here?
The thought flickered through my mind, brief and bitter. I hated that woman though I would be damned if I said it out loud.
But right now, none of that mattered.
“I want you more than ever,” Ely growled, the sound vibrating against my lips.
His hands gripped the zipper of my dress, his teeth grazing the fabric as he slowly, torturously, dragged it down.
My body trembled under his gaze, his eyes devouring every inch of exposed skin. Desire coursed through me, hot and liquid, pooling low in my belly.
God, this man.
Everything about him set me ablaze. His intensity, his touch, the way he looked at me like I was his salvation and his undoing.
The dress slipped to the floor, forgotten. I was bare to him now, in every way that mattered. Vulnerable and wanting. His eyes softened, just for a moment, a flicker of something tender breaking through the storm.
Then he claimed me again, his lips, his hands, his body-everything I craved. Everything I feared.
And I surrendered.
“I-I need to… to tell you about…”
“Don’t worry, everything has been taken care of already.”
What did he mean? That he had taken care of Claire and her family?
But I didn’t have enough time to think as he had already removed my panties down my thighs and he was biting my bra, wanting to remove it with his teeth.
This man!
Couldn’t he take it slow?
“Just let me have you today or else I will have to end someone,” he said with a groan.
I loved the fact that he wanted me despite the fact that we did it until I couldn’t walk last night.
Damn.
Before I could register what was going on, Ely had already made me stand on the bed.
Then he pushed me, making me put my hands on the bed as I leaned forward, and he was now behind me and I was salivating with want and I was already wet.
The fact that he wanted me this much made me want him more.
But his actions were rough than ever as he slipped my bra on the ground, leaving my breasts to drop down, lower to the bed followed by my hair.
I was now fully naked and I was there for him to do with whatever he wanted.
The man roughly pulled the panties from my body, ripping it apart in the process but he didn’t care. Instead, he quickly tossed it aside then before I knew it, I felt a thick and warm thing slipping between my buttocks and deep into my two folds and deep into my garden.
Oh! Damn!
It was his dick! And it was thick and it was hot!
I moaned in pleasure as he pushed all of it deep inside of me.
Despite the fact that there had been no foreplay, I still felt crazy, my thighs trembling as the man adjusted himself, then started to move in and out, and today, he was rougher than ever.
He was like an animal, pushing and pulling without care in the world. It was as if he wanted to rip me apart.
Who had made this man this angry?
He was fucking me as if I was some animal.
Strangely, I was enjoying it all. The pleasure, the force, the roughness!
“Whose pussy is this?” He growled, his heart beating in his chest that I could hear it and I gasped, my own heart throbbing, harder than his.
“I-its Ely’s pussy!” I cried out his nickname and to my yet surprise, he increased his movement so that my pussy cried out aloud.
Ah, I wanted more.
“More, please,” I begged even without knowing.
“Yes, baby. Your wish is my command,” he said as he increased in the moment and the lewd pa pa pa sounds was all anyone could hear.
Damn!