Page 21 of The Call of Crimson (The Crimson & Shadows #2)

“I killed my father?” I ask.

“Real. It was the most impressive and hottest thing I’ve ever witnessed.”

“I think I should find that statement concerning.”

“But you don’t,” he says with a grin. “He got what he deserved. I just hate that he hurt you.”

“My mother was here tonight?”

His expression softens. “Not real, baby.”

I let out a sad sigh, wanting to hold onto the false memory my mind had concocted.

“Tell me something else real.”

Elijah hesitates for just a moment before replying, “I really want to kiss you right now.”

“Then do it,” I nearly beg, desperate for something solid, something true.

He leans in, his lips teasing mine as they brush lightly. They linger, never closing the distance fully. I feel his breath against my lips and lose my patience, slamming my lips against his.

He grunts softly as I take what I want from him, my lips moving against his before his control snaps. He meets my kiss, returning it severalfold and sucking my bottom lip into his mouth.

I part my lips, my tongue darting out in search of his. He relents, his mouth opening to me, tongue tangling with mine.

The kiss is passionate, holding all the emotion we feel for one another.

It feels real.

Breaking the kiss, I pull back. “I want to feel more,” I pant. “Give me something real.”

“Tell me what you want me to make you feel, darling.”

“I want you to make me feel everything. I want all of you, Elijah.”

Groaning, his head tilts back. “Dear gods, Ophelia. I need you to say it again so I know you’re real.”

I giggle, pressing a kiss to the exposed curve of his throat. “I want to feel all of you ,” I whisper in a tone I hope is seductive.

His eyes blaze. “Gods help me. Can I keep you forever?”

“We’ll see,” I say with a shrug. “Let me answer after you show me what all of you feels like.”

The heated glare he gives me leaves my mouth dry.

“I’m going to be gentle with you tonight,” he says, voice low and raw, “but keep running that mouth and see what happens. I will make you feel so good, Ophelia, but it’s also going to hurt a little.” He leans in, his lips grazing my ear. “I promise it will only last a moment.”

“What if I don’t want gentle?” I ask.

“Then I’ll fuck you roughly tomorrow night, baby. But tonight, I’m not going to cause you any more pain than necessary. Now get on your knees.”

His words and the way he says them send shivers up my spine. I can’t help but obey when he speaks in that tone.

I crawl out of his lap, anticipation fueling every movement. Kneeling in front of him, I wait for him to make the next move.

He reaches out, pulling loose the sash keeping my robe in place. It falls open, revealing the sheer white nightgown beneath.

His eyes hungrily roam my body, my nipples hardening at the attention. He brushes his thumb along the hardened peaks, a soft gasp escaping my lips at the sensation.

Broad hands run along my shoulders, pushing the robe down and letting it drop to the ground behind me. Soft lips kiss the column of my neck as one hand grips my hip.

He peppers kisses along my throat, alternating soft bites in between. My fingers reach out, lacing through his dirty blond locks and tugging roughly, pulling his head back from my neck.

“Kiss me,” I demand.

“Yes, ma’am.” He chuckles, his lips crashing into mine.

There is nothing soft or teasing about his kiss. His lips open immediately to me, tongue seeking entrance into my mouth. I grant it, wrapping my tongue around his.

As he continues ravishing my mouth, his hand trails down to my center. Lifting my nightgown, his fingers run along my slit. He dances around where I want him, intentionally dragging out the torture.

An impatient whine has him smiling against my lips.

“Is something wrong?” he whispers, peppering kisses along my jaw.

“You’re teasing me,” I pant.

“Mmmm,” he hums.

“Why?” I whine.

“Tell me, explicitly, what you want me to do.”

“You and your damn words,” I groan, rolling my hips against his hand, trying to move his fingers to where I want them.

He pulls back just slightly. “Hearing such dirty things come from such innocent lips drives me wild.”

“Fucking fine,” I relent. “Right now, I want you to use those fingers to destroy me. I want the pleasure your touch promises. Inside me is where they belong.”

“Good girl,” he praises. “Now, lie back, my dark goddess.”

Eagerly, I do as he says, dropping to my back where my discarded robe is the only thing separating us from the garden floor.

“Spread your legs,” he commands.

I spread them wide, bending at the knees.

“Fuck, you take my commands so well,” he whispers, voice husky.

He kneels between my legs, his body hovering over me, before he pulls the nightdress down to expose my breasts.

Light kisses trail down the column of my neck as his hand traces circles on my inner thigh. When he reaches the apex, he continues his kisses downward to my chest.

Between each kiss, he murmurs words of praise.

“So.”

Kiss .

“Fucking.”

Kiss.

“Beautiful.”

Kiss.

His lips close around my nipple, sucking it into his warm mouth right as his first finger enters me.

I moan at the relief of finally having him where I want him.

In and out, his finger thrusts slowly while his thumb rubs circles on my clit. He greedily sucks my nipple, nipping it. The combination of his fingers and teeth mix as pain and pleasure heighten my arousal, and another louder moan escapes my lips.

A second finger joins the first. He keeps up a delicious pace that has me rocking against his hand.

Heat builds in my core, spreading throughout my entire body. I’m trembling at his touch as he unravels every part of me.

“Gods, you’re so wet for me already,” he murmurs against my breast.

A third finger joins the others, stretching me to fit around them. There’s a slight burn that quickly dissipates as he circles my clit faster.

What he does next leaves me teetering on the edge of destruction. His fingers curl, hitting a sensitive spot deep inside of me.

“I’m so close, Eli,” I whisper, my body coiling tight.

“Don’t you dare come, yet,” he growls. “I want to taste your sweet pussy when you come for me.”

His mouth leaves my nipple and travels down to my center.

He shoves his tongue straight against my clit, his fingers still curling inside me. He licks and sucks the sensitive flesh, circling his tongue around me in the same motion as his thumb.

“Elijah,” I beg, not knowing what I’m begging for.

He presses his other hand down against my abdomen, the slight pressure increasing my arousal in a strange, though completely welcome, way. “Come for me, baby.”

His words are my undoing, and I shatter around him as utter bliss rolls over me in waves.

A liquid gushes out of me, covering Elijah’s face as he drinks it down.

He swallows, licking my center up and down until he’s certain he’s gotten every last drop of me.

My cheeks heat in embarrassment at what just happened.

“I-I don’t know what just happened.” My voice trembles, embarrassment tinged with pleasure as it pulses through my body.

Elijah chuckles darkly. “Exactly what I wanted to happen just happened. Don’t you dare feel embarrassed by that. It’s one of the sexiest things a female can do in bed.”

“Really?”

“Really, really.”

He lifts himself from between my legs, leaning in to kiss me.

I taste the remnants of my orgasm on his lips, and instead of embarrassment, I feel a flicker of satisfaction.

“I want to taste you next,” I whisper as I trail my hands down to his hardened length.

I pull the sleep pants down, exposing his hard member. There’s a drop of pre-come leaking from the tip that I’m dying to have on my tongue.

“You can taste me next round, doll,” Elijah promises. “I’m too fucking desperate for you right now. I need to feel this sweet cunt wrapped around my cock.”

I pout, and he bites down on my bottom lip in retaliation.

I hiss just as he releases his teeth, kneading the tender flesh with his tongue to lessen the sting.

My arousal builds again as I feel the tip of him press against me.

“I’ve done what I can to prepare you,” he says, stroking my cheek. “But this next part is going to hurt. Trust me?”

“I trust you,” I say, nodding.

He lines himself with my center, the tip of him pushing slowly into me.

It burns as I stretch around him. I thought three fingers had been a lot, but it turns out his dick is much thicker.

I hiss softly as he pushes in another inch. He stops there, waiting for me to adjust. A finger rubs slow circles on my clit, the pleasure providing relief and distraction from the pain.

“Take a deep breath, Ophelia,” he commands.

I comply, breathing in deeply through the discomfort.

“I’m good,” I reassure him.

“You’re more than good, beautiful.”

His finger continues rubbing circles along my clit, building the arousal and need for him to fill me completely.

“More,” I whisper.

“I promise it hurts less if we just do it all at once from here.”

I nod, and he kisses me deeply, swallowing my cries as he thrusts all the way in.

“Fuck,” I whimper against his lips.

His fingers increase in tempo, the pleasure helping to lessen the pain.

“You did so good, baby. That’s it, the hard part’s done. Now let me make you feel good.”

I nod, smiling at his praise.

Fully adjusted to him now, I take a deep breath.

He slides out, then back in, taking me in shallow thrusts. The tempo he sets is even and slow, moving in and out in measured strokes.

I moan softly as it builds more pleasure in me. The burn has subsided into a dull ache, which is overshadowed by the pleasure coursing through me.

“This feels so good,” I admit, my voice breathy.

“It’ll feel even better the next time,” he promises.

“Who said there will be a next time?” I tease. “I still haven’t decided if you get to keep me, yet.”

“Oh, baby. You are playing with fire,” he warns.

I flash him a devilish grin that morphs into a gasp as his thrusts turn more powerful and faster. My arms wrap around him, nails digging into his back through his tunic.