meet his.
"More?" he asks, narrowing his eyes as he locks me in place with them.
"Please," I whisper. "Take it away."
My voice is quivering as a new wave of grief threatens to take hold of me.
He doesn't give me a reply, just watching me as if he's waiting for the tears to appear again.
"Fuck me," I plead, switching to a tone I'm sure he understands. "I need you."
The look on his face changes to a serious scowl.
"I won't be gentle," he warns. I can feel his tension rising to the same degree as my own. His need is just as strong as mine. I don't care if it's just feral lust for either one of us. Right now, he’s all I want, the only distraction that keeps me from falling back into the hell of my own reality.
"Fuck me," I repeat, reaching up for his hands. I slowly pull them away from my face and he lets it happen. I lean forward and kiss the corner of his mouth.
"Fuck my pain away," I whisper, as my lips travel along his strong jaw. "Please."
I can hear his breath close to my ear. He's panting with excitement and it turns me on to no end.
He doesn't say another word or wait for another invitation. Instead, he grabs my ass, lifting me up, and my legs wrap instinctively around his waist, just like yesterday.
My heart jumps, freed from its cage of sadness.
CHAPTER NINE
Kade
She's the one who's taking. She needs me. This is new. Never before has a woman made me feel as if she's taking what she needs from me.
That's my job. I may give them pleasure in return, but I'm always the one taking. I'm selfish when it comes to these things.
Now, I have this beautifully vulnerable elf at my hands, who doesn't wait for me to sweet-talk her, but instead takes it upon herself to make sure that she gets what she needs.
And right now, it seems, what she needs is me. She claws at me with desperate urgency as I carry her over to the middle of the living room. I'm not gonna’ fuck her in my mother's bed, and we did it on the sofa yesterday. I feel obliged to give her something new. If she needs a good fuck, she'll get that, but she deserves more than the same old routine.
Also, I need her naked. Seeing her in my old clothes was charming yesterday, but it's not doing anything for me right now. I want to see her gorgeous, naked body stretched out in front of me, begging for my cock.
I brought us some more groceries when I came back, and I’m thanking myself for not placing the bags on the kitchen counter as I usually would. When I saw her standing by the window, not even noticing me when I entered the room, I dropped them right next to the door and walked over to her.
We're still in the throes of a longing kiss when I place her cute little ass up on the counter. She's a good girl and doesn't let go of me, which makes it a lot easier for me when I lift her up one more time, holding her with one arm and pulling down her shorts with the other. The sound her naked ass makes when I place her back on the surface of the counter provides its own allure.
She obediently lifts her arms when I pull the hoodie over her head. I love that she's not wearing anything but these two things. The thought of her bare pussy rubbing against the fabric of my shorts is a sick thrill and it makes my cock twitch.
"Lie back," I tell her, getting rid of my shirt as she obeys.
Her legs are awkwardly dangling down from the counter, until I grab them, bending her knees and lifting and spreading her legs as far apart as possible. She lets out a desperate moan and closes her eyes in shame.
Her bare pussy is glistening with arousal. What a twisted girl, craving my cock like a bitch in heat even when she's in such a deep hole of sadness. I can't wait to be inside of her and see her lose all memory of that sadness with each and every deep thrust.
But I want a taste of her first. I bend her legs back even further and revel in the deep and needy groan she lets out as I start licking and eating out the wetness at her core. I hold her in place by her legs