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“That’s my sweet, fucked-up girl,” he whispered into her mouth, deepening the kiss as he slid himself along the evidence of how much she was thriving off his rough treatment. And maybe it was a little fucked up, but she could feel the catch in his throat, the slight tremble in his hands.

She was breaking him, and she loved it.

“You can do better than that,” he murmured the taunt into her mouth before he dropped her again, his fingers tangling in the wet mess of her hair. “You can do so much better than that, Illy.”

Her pulse raced, the cold prickling her skin even as the heat between her legs grew unbearable. She was barely aware of the way her nails dug into his thighs, her fingers slipping on his wet, muscular flesh as she tried to anchor herself against the onslaught of sensation.

“Again,” he growled, and this time, his voice was a snarl, his fingers pulling her head back and then pushing her mouth down the thick, veined length of him.

She forced herself to relax, her tongue flattening against the velvety underside of his steely skin, her jaw straining as she tried to take him deeper, her lips stretched tight around his girth.

His body shuddered, his hips jerking forward, throbbing against her tongue, the head of him pushing against the soft, convulsing muscles of her throat.

“Fuck,” he groaned, the sound garbled by a splash as he lifted her from the water again. His head had fallen forward, his eyes fixed on her, his fingers flexing in her hair. “That’s it, just keep letting me fuck that tight throat.”

She whimpered, her lips tingling, her throat aching, her entire body trembling as he continued to abuse her mouth, his hips rocking steadily the next time he shoved her face beneath the water, his dick slid back and forth without ever breaking the seal of her lips.

She could feel the slick, salty taste of his arousal on her tongue, and the sharp, desperate gasps escaping his lips whenever he pulled her up again had her entire body thrumming.

He suddenly yanked her up his body, and she wrapped her legs around him with a desperate whimper, her head spinning, her lungs burning. His chest heaved as he looked down at her, his eyes dark with desire, his fingers digging into the soft skin of her thighs.

“You love me,” he rasped, his voice low and rough, his fingers slipping from her thigh to cup her chin, his thumb brushing over her swollen, spit-slick lips, his eyes dark with satisfaction as he looked down at her, his chest heaving, his hard length now twitching against her core. “Admit it. Now.”

“Yes.” She wanted to kiss him, but he had clearly taken charge, so she didn’t dare. Instead, she waited for his mouth to take hers, for his tongue to tease her swollen, abused lips.

“I’ve been a good boyfriend, haven’t I?” he rasped. “Waiting all this time to use you the way I need to? ”

“So good,” she whined into his lips. “But you could be better.”

He smirked. “Hm? How’s that?”

“Fuck me, Eli.”

“In the stream?” He goaded, his cockhead teasing against her heat, pressing in only just enough to make her feel the pressure of it before easing up. “Aren’t you cold, sweet girl?”

“Stop teasing me,” she begged, trying to wiggle her hips back down.

Quick as a flash, her neck was wrapped in his grip. “You’ll wait until I’m ready.”

“You’re ready,” she promised, still trying to increase that pressure against her opening.

“But are you?” he whispered, and she registered the warning a second too late.

Suddenly, he was dropping her again, spinning her around and bending her forward, his hand on the back of her head, pushing her face back into the water. That was all the warning she got before he began working his long length into her, one excruciating inch at a time.

Elijah wasn’t just rough. He was a sadist.

His free hand gripped one of her ass cheeks, squeezing roughly as bubbles streamed from her mouth, a soundless scream lost to the water as he parted her tight, slippery centre, filling her to the edge of pain.

The cold water lapped around them, the current brushing against her skin, her body twitching with each soul-shredding inch he sheathed.

Her pulse roared in her ears, every nerve ending in her body firing, and he eased up the pressure on the back of her neck just as she grew dizzy.

“Take it,” he growled, his voice a low, guttural rasp, as he allowed her to pull just free of the water. His chest heaved as he bent over her, his lips brushing the shell of her ear. “Take every inch of me. You can do it.”

“That isn’t all of you?” she squeaked, genuine fear tinging her tone.

Instead of answering, he picked up her hand and pressed it back to hold his hip before forcing her head back down.

He waited a moment, just long enough for her to realise that he was holding her hand where she could easily tap at him to stop, before he pulled his hips back, and tunnelled into her again.

She arched her back, the fingers of her other hand scrambling for purchase against the moss-slick rocks of the bank, her thighs trembling as he finally bottomed out, the thick head of his cock grinding so deep inside her, she momentarily blacked out from the pressure but managed not to gulp at the water blanketing her face.

He held her there, hips flush against her ass, her vision spotted with black, and then he pulled back, his cock dragging against her slick, clenching walls, sending shockwaves through her trembling frame.

She almost choked on the water again, her nails digging into the rocks as he drove back in, the slap of his hips against her ass churning water all around them, the cold sting of it a sharp contrast to the molten heat building between her legs.

She sobbed as he allowed her to breathe again, overwhelmed by sensation. Elijah was going to push her right to her limit, she belatedly realised.

There was a reason he had held himself back for so long.

“Fuck, you feel good.” His fingers tightened in her hair, yanking her head back until her back arched, her breasts bouncing with each hard, punishing thrust. “So tight, so perfect. Always so perfect … but this time, it’s just for me, isn’t it?”

She couldn’t answer. Her head was spinning, her entire body a live wire of sensation, her mind a chaotic mess of white-hot pleasure and desperation. She could barely breathe, her lungs burning as he slammed into her again and again, his hips rolling, his cock grinding deep with every stroke.

“Tell me.” His voice was a low, dangerous rumble, his fingers flexing against her hips as he picked up his pace, his cock slamming into her with enough force to make her knees buckle. “Tell me you love me.”

“I love you,” she gasped, her voice a breathless, desperate whimper, her head spinning as he yanked her head back, his lips brushing her ear, teeth nipping at her earlobe. “I love you,” she repeated like a chant. “I love you … I love you.”

He groaned, a deep, primal sound that vibrated through his chest, his hips snapping against her ass with a sharp, punishing rhythm. She could feel the tension coiling in his muscles, the sharp, electric crackle of his pleasure building with every rough thrust.

“You’re mine.” There was so much darkness in his tone, so much deep possession. He forced her spine to bow, her breasts bouncing harder. “Say it.”

“I’m yours,” she gasped, her hands flapping against the water as she fought to hold herself up, her body shaking, mind splintering with every brutal stroke. “I’m yours. I’m yours. I’m?—”

The orgasm hit her out of nowhere, torn from the shell of her body in a wave that had his hand flashing up to her mouth to muffle the scream ripping from her lips.

His growl was a raw, animalistic sound, and she felt him tense, his breath hitching, his hips stuttering, and then he was coming, his cock pulsing inside her, his teeth sinking into the curve of her shoulder as he shuddered.

They stayed like that for a moment, his chest heaving against her back, his length still hard and twitching inside her, the cold water lapping at their twisted bodies, their breaths mingling in the frigid air.

She felt him shudder, his teeth still buried in her skin, his fingers flexing against her bruised flesh, and then, slowly, he released her, his teeth slipping free of her shoulder, his grip on her hips loosening.

He pulled back, slipping free of her, the sudden emptiness making her whimper, her knees buckling as the cold water rushed in to fill the space his body had just vacated.

He caught her before she could collapse, his arms wrapping around her, his chest still heaving, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps.

“You okay?” he rasped, his voice rough and raw, his lips brushing her ear as he held her against him, his fingers threading through her wet hair, his heart still thundering against her back.

She nodded, her head lolling back against his chest, her body shaking, her mind still reeling from the force of his possession, the raw, desperate intensity of his need.

She could feel his heart pounding, his breaths forcing his chest to press in a rapid rise and fall against her skin, his fingers flexing over her ribs as he held her close.

“I love you too,” he whispered, his lips brushing her ear, his teeth nipping at the sensitive skin of her neck. “My sweet girl.”

She smiled, her eyes slipping shut, as he turned her around, encouraging her to wrap herself around him as he kissed her throat, his teeth grazing her skin, his breath hot against her pulse.

“Did I hurt you?” he asked.

“No,” she said, as he began to detangle the mess of her hair from her face in gentle, soothing motions .

“Did I scare you?” he asked, briefly flicking his eyes to hers before returning his attention to her hair.

“No.” She soothed a hand over his chest. “I feel amazing.”

He sighed, pressing his forehead to hers, his eyes closing briefly. “Are you sure?”

“At the risk of bringing up another Alpha when you were just inside me … you do remember that Oscar locked me to his dick, right?”

Elijah scoffed, his lids peeling back, his eyes flashing. “You’re right. That was a risk.”

“Yellow,” she quickly said, laughing into his kiss. “That was amazing, but I’ll pass out if you do anything like that to me again tonight.”

He kissed her softly and sank back into the water slightly. Her body was so heated that it no longer felt like ice against her skin, and she welcomed the cool balm as he went back to detangling her hair.

“I’ll get Gabriel to monitor the sites when we get back,” he said casually. “He can wake us up when the news breaks.”

She pulled back, staring at him incredulously. “That’s all it took for you to go the hell to sleep?”

“All?” he challenged, his brow cocking up, his lips twitching with a restrained smile. “You don’t want to rephrase that? ”

She flushed. “No.”

“No?” He was openly laughing at her now. “I know you, Illy. That almost fucking broke you.”

“You waterboarded me!” she accused, making him chuckle. “Of course it almost broke me!”

His hand disappeared beneath the water, brushing against her belly and pressing between her thighs, his touch gentle against her swollen, wet flesh. “I can clearly feel the difference between your arousal and the stream.”

“A good boyfriend would never call me out like that.” She tried to pout, but it ended on a gasp when he pinched her clit.

“Fuck,” he grumbled. “Now I’m hard again. Get the hell out of here and put some clothes on.” Despite ordering her out, he instead carried her, setting her carefully on her feet and helping her to dress, smirking at each of her small winces, before he pulled on his own clothes.

“You better eat your apple or Gabe will be mad.” She pressed the paper cup back into his hands, and he ate with a small smile on his face as they made their way back to the hidden steel door.

“Is this the kind of person I am when I’m free?” she mused quietly, picking her way over sticks and pinecones. “The kind that fucks in the forest?”

“You’ll fuck wherever we can get you naked,” he answered calmly, before adding, “Is that who you want to be?”

“Fucked?” She glanced sideways at him, catching his grin before thinking on the more serious aspect of the question. “I have no idea what I would do if I had a choice.”

“Maybe we’ll find out,” Elijah said gently.

She couldn’t tell if he really believed that there would be an option or if he just wanted her to hope.