Page 38 of Breaking Him

He’d said I wasn’t being punished…

And I realized in that moment—he was punishing himself.

His fingers were relentless. I gasped and moaned, head swimming, caught between the pleasure he was giving me and my need to reassure him. “You do…I…”

“Shhh,” he said and circled my clit, making me jerk in his arms.

I love you.

The words were right there, a second from exploding from my lips. I did, I loved him with everything in me, but he wasn’t ready to hear it. I doubted he’d believe me if I told him. Not after what happened today. Somehow I’d let him in. He’d found a way past my fears and the pain of losing both my parents and filled that empty place in my heart.

He released a ragged breath and moved around me, so he was in front of me again.

“I’d never kissed a woman before you.” His hand went back between my legs, and he pushed a finger inside. I cried out, arching, the ropes pulling against my wrists. “You’re the only woman I ever wanted to kiss, the only woman I ever wanted.”

I whimpered. “I need to touch you, Elijah.”

He ignored me like I hadn’t even said a thing and dropped his head to my shoulder, breathing in deep. “Did you ever see me like them, darlin’? A monster…a charity case?”

“No. Never.”

He lifted his head. “Jesus, Abigail, I was afraid to let myself believe it…but I’m starting to. You see me differently, don’t you? You really do care?”

“Yes…”

He cursed, thrust his fingers in my hair, and brought his mouth down on mine, cutting me off. He slanted his head, tongue licking deep, kissing me in a way that had my head spinning. He moaned against my lips as he finger-fucked me. Just that one finger. Making me desperate for more, keeping me teetering on the edge.

“You can’t hide the way you feel about me, can you? You love the way my mouth feels on yours.”

“Yes, I love it.”

“You get wetter when I kiss you, touch you.”

He made an anguished sound that sent a shiver down my spine. The way he was looking at me, eyes blazing, teeth gritted, that pain back in his eyes, it was like he’d only just now allowed himself to believe it, believed that I wanted him as much as he did me. After everything we’d done and said, how could he have doubted it?

He shuddered and dropped to his knees in front of me. “I need to taste you, feel you quivering against my tongue, angel. Lift your foot.”

I didn’t have a chance to do as he asked because he did it for me, lifting my leg so it rested over his shoulder. I was exposed, wide open. He leaned in, hands on my ass, and buried his face between my thighs before I had a chance to say a thing. His mouth opened over me, licking and sucking my slick, sensitive flesh, then he plunged his tongue inside me. I cried out, fully handing over control, like he wanted me to—like I wanted, too.

He growled, fingers flexing against my ass as heavy-lidded brown eyes lifted to mine, locking on while he fucked me with his tongue. I bucked, my skin flushing hotter. A cry burst past my lips, and I wrapped my hands around the rope above, desperate for something to hang on to. I was completely at his mercy.

He needed this from me, and I didn’t want it any other way.

My orgasm began to build, but I wanted it with him inside me, I wanted him to come with me. I moaned, whimpered. “Don’t make me come, not without you.”

His eyes flashed with determination. “Don’t worry, you will, darlin’.” Then he shifted his mouth to my clit and slipped that finger back inside me and I flew. He didn’t let up until I stopped bucking against him.

Finally, he stood.

I watched him from beneath hooded lids. His body seemed bigger somehow, his chest massive, thighs rock solid. His skin was flushed, muscles bulging. He licked his lips and shoved my bra up, exposing my breasts, then he leaned in and sucked one of my nipples deep.

I thrashed against my restraint, positive I was losing my mind. I’d never experienced anything like this. It was intense. I was desperate for more and not sure I could take another second all at the same time.

I needed him. I needed him inside me. Now. “Fuck me. Fuck me, Elijah. Please.”

He made a tortured sound and released my nipple. His expression was pained, and he reached down, hissing as he gripped his cock through the denim and squeezed hard. He shook his head. “Not yet.”

His fingers went back between my legs, and I groaned helplessly. I was trembling and sweating now, and just those light brushes over my clit already had me close to coming again. I was dying. I was going to die from lust. I started spasming deep inside. “I can’t do it, not again…”