Page 121 of Stolen Voices

“Mh-mmm.” I moan as Eli’s mismatched eyes sparkle.

He notches his tip at my entrance as he plucks my nipples with his thick fingers before teasing me with licks and bites at the hardened peaks.

“Please,” I beg.

“Does my bratty little princess need to come?” he croons before bending his head and taking my nipple into his mouth.

“Yes, please. Make me come. I need you.”

Eli slowly slips his cock through my wetness before sliding inside me in one smooth thrust, spreading me open. The pads of his fingers find my clit and circle the swollen nerves as he fills me completely with his thick shaft, pounding into me over and over until I shatter into a million pieces.

“Eli.” Just like in my fantasy, I come apart, moaning his name as I soak my fingers with my cum. I ride out my orgasm until there is nothing left.

The blood pounds in my ears, and the hair on my arms stands on end as a familiar energy shift occurs in the bedroom.

I open my eyes, and like I conjured Eli from thin air, I find him standing at the foot of the bed with his pupils blown wide. He stares down at me with a fiery hunger and desire. If the fire blazing in his glittering irises was real, I’d be burned.

“Are you really here?” I ask, breathless and frozen in place. His shirt pulled up to my chin, and both my pussy and tits are on display for him to feast on.

And he does. Eli sweeps his heated gaze across my body, setting my skin ablaze. He nods, with a lick of his lips. “I’m here, princess.”

Butterflies erupt in my stomach as we stare at each other. The electricity in the air around us crackles to a fever pitch. Too afraid to move and break the tension, I lie still, but the needy part of me that’s been crushing on Eli for years has other ideas and pushes my knees open.

His eyes narrow on my slick fingers as I remove them from my aching clit and slide them up my lower belly, leaving a trail of wetness behind.

“Fucking hell, you’re gorgeous.” Eli’s low, gritty voice sends chills down my spine, and my skin erupts in goosebumps. “Tell me, Calliope, do you always say my name when you touch your pretty pussy and make yourself come?”

His dirty mouth makes me moan and my core quiver with need.

“Yes,” I admit. “Always.” I spread my legs wider for him to see how wet he makes me.

Our gaze locks as he wraps his hand around my wrist. An electric shock zips up my arm at his touch. He hinges closer, dragging out the moment and without words, makes his intention clear.

He wants to taste me.

“Do it.” My back bows off the bed and I lift my hand to his nose.

He inhales and a husky, almost animalistic groan rumbles in the back of his throat. It is the most erotic sound I’ve ever heard, and it’s a shot of liquid lust straight to my core. My hips rise off the bed, seeking his touch.

Eli brings my hand to his mouth and wipes the pads of my fingertips over his lips, which he then wraps them around my index and middle fingers. My mouth runs dry, and I think I may pass out as he sucks them clean with a satisfying grunt. His tongue laps at each digit with a sensual swirl, teasing me with a preview of the pleasure only his wicked mouth can give me.

He pulls my finger out of his mouth with a pop. “My princess tastes so fucking delicious. Sweet, like the cupcakes she likes to eat.”

Holy…

Elijiah Miller is full of surprises.

My body flushes with desire at his lewdness. I didn’t know men spoke like this, but hot damn am I here for it.

“Eli,” I whine, not entirely sure what I’m begging for, but one thing is for damn sure: it’s for more of him.

He shakes his head and licks my fingers once more before placing them back on my swollen clit, careful not to touch my body. “Show me again. Make yourself come for me.”

“But—” My hips jerk up again, pleading for his touch.

“Not yet.” He covers my hand with his, and together we press down onto my clit, making it pulse with pleasure. “Tonight, I want to watch you fuck yourself with your fingers.”

“Please,” I beg, desperate for him to touch me. My insides are wound tight, ready to snap, and I want him to be the one to do it.