Page 14 of Careless Whisper (Modern Vintage Romances #11)

Elias

T he echo of the gunshot still pounded inside my skull—a brutal, stinging reminder of how narrowly she had escaped death.

My heart was thundering now, not from lingering fear, but from adrenaline-fueled desire, as I watched Reggie before me.

Her chest rose and fell rapidly, each breath deep and desperate; the thin fabric of her scrubs barely contained the strain of her hardened nipples, which pressed insistently against the material.

Her eyes, wild with raw energy, burned with the intensity of a storm, and a light sheen of sweat glistened along her throat.

"Anyway… that's all. I just wanted to say thank you," she murmured, her gratitude echoing in the sterile room.

Anger and longing mingled within me—an uncontrollable fury at the world for not having made her mine and an even stronger, ravenous need that made me want her to be mine.

I rose in a rush, and with a forceful shove, I propelled her against the cold, unyielding wall of the cramped on-call room. The antiseptic tang mingled with the heady scent of desperation, filling my lungs like oxygen.

My body pressed against hers, and I could feel every shudder and every hesitant intake of breath as her eyes locked onto mine, filled with a familiar, pleading hunger.

"Now, thank me properly," I growled, my voice low, rough, and edged with need.

Already, my desire pulsed through me—my erection, straining and insistent beneath my scrubs. I knew she could feel it pressing against her thigh. Her lips parted slightly, her expression an unspoken invitation.

I didn't wait.

I crashed my mouth onto hers, kissing her with a ferocity born of starvation, our tongues clashing in a raw, messy rhythm. We were hungry. Needy. Frantic.

Her hands roamed over me without restraint—gripping at the fabric of my scrubs, clawing at my back, sliding down to hold my ass, drawing me closer to her.

I pulled off her scrub top and bra, exposing her sensitive breasts to the cool air of the room. A sharp gasp escaped her as I took one nipple into my mouth, my teeth sinking in .

She whimpered delicately in what I knew was both surrender and pleasure.

Her fingers tangled in my hair, urging me on. I switched to the other nipple, laving it with my tongue until it hardened.

"Eli," she moaned, her hips grinding against mine, every movement telling me that she was hot for me, wet.

The sweet, intoxicating scent of her desire filled the small space, sending anticipation racing through me.

I yanked her pants down in one swift move, letting them tumble carelessly to the floor, and she kicked them aside.

I tried to calm myself. I didn’t want to rush this. But I couldn’t stop myself.

You know how to turn her on, Elias. You know how to make her come. You know her!

I pulled her panties down as I dropped to my knees, burying my face amid the softness of her thighs and inhaling the musky, heady aroma that was all my Gigi.

"Fuck," she gasped as I traced a long, deliberate stripe along her slit with my tongue, savoring every trace of her flavor.

Each drop, every glistening bead of moisture, testified to her need for me —and I plunged headlong into satisfying it.

I lavished attention on her with the precision of a seasoned devotee, my tongue moving in wet strokes that elicited moans and shuddering movements as she ground against my face.

Her hands tightened in my hair, anchoring me as I focused on her pleasure, alternating between sucking her clit and flicking it with a teasing, relentless rhythm until I felt her trembling on the precipice of ecstasy.

"I'm gonna—" she began, but the escalating urgency silenced her words as I continued unabated, driving her toward an inevitable explosion.

Finally, her cry shattered the charged air, echoing off the walls of the dingy room as she shivered. Each pulse of her release made me feel like a fucking God.

I savored every shudder, every lingering drop of her essence, drinking in the aftermath of her orgasm.

Hunger was ripping through my insides with claws—my need for her peaking.

I rose and gripped her soft, yielding ass, lifting her slightly off the ground. She instinctively wrapped her legs around my waist while her slick arousal pressed irresistibly against the bulge in my scrubs.

"Eli," she whispered, her voice tender amidst the heated excitement as I laid her down on the spindly bed.

I shed my scrubs jerkily, revealing my cock—thick, throbbing, leaking pre-cum.

Her eyes widened as she bit her lip; her hand reached out with a deliberate, slow movement to wrap around my shaft, stroking it with an unhurried rhythm .

"Do you want this?" I demanded, my voice husky, unsure.

I was mad for her.

Crazy about her.

I wanted her.

"Yes," she whispered, her eyes dark and inviting with lust. "Come inside me, carino ."

The sweetness of the endearment made my heart sing.

I eased her legs apart tenderly, watching her as I did. I positioned myself at her entrance and slowly pressed into the wet, tight heat of her pussy.

She gasped as I filled her, her inner walls clenching around me like a perfectly crafted glove. I fought to maintain my control—I didn’t want to come before I felt her clenching around my cock.

I began with measured motions, relishing every inch of her as she enveloped me, but soon, the slow cadence gave way to a furious, animalistic rhythm.

The narrow bed protested with creaks and groans beneath our combined weight as I pounded into her.

Her nails raked into my back as she reached her climax once more, her pussy tightening hard.

I was floating on clouds of bliss.

With a few more thrusts, I spilled my seed inside her—filling her—as she moaned my name like it was a cherished prayer.

“Fuck, Gigi, fuck,” I whimpered as I felt the aftershocks.