He jerked out of her and turned his h*ps to the side as he eased down her body a good foot. He roared out his own release loudly and his face dropped to her chest. Sharp teeth softly raked her breast while Fury trembled as warm jets of his se**n damped her thigh as he came. He had purposely withdrawn from her at the end.
Ellie admitted being a little disappointed when she could think again after the blissful haze passed. Fury not coming inside her had left her feeling empty and as though he didn’t want to share that kind of intimacy with her. She opened her eyes to peer at the top of his dark head, his face still pressed against her br**sts, and his hot, heavy breathing fanning her skin. She wished she could wrap her arms around his shoulders and hold him tightly.
Fury had pulled out of her before he could risk harming or horrifying her with the changes made to his body inside the testing facility. He doubted she had knowledge of the sexual differences between his kind and hers. It amazed him that he’d kept enough control to remember he couldn’t come inside her since the second he’d entered Ellie’s body he’d known pure heaven for the first time in his life. Jerking out of her body had been difficult, almost impossible. He’d wanted to fill her with his essence and mark her with his scent.
Touching her, making love to her and tasting her had been far better than he could have imagined. Hell, he could get addicted to her. I may already be, a small part of his mind warned.
She was human, not truly his, and he needed to remember that. As much as he wished he could keep her tied to his bed, make love to her until he had her too tired to attempt to leave, he knew he couldn’t do it. At some point someone would look for her when they realized she’d gone missing.
She’d resent being held captive no matter how much pleasure he gave her. He knew all about being locked up and restrained. He may have done it to her to get her into his bed once but to force her to stay there long-term would be unforgivable. She’d grow to hate him. He couldn’t bear the thought.
Frustration bloomed inside his chest even as he jerked from another contraction of pleasure. He had marked her with his seed on her thigh and damn it, he thought of her as his already. She’d belonged to him from the moment she’d walked into his cell, touched him, then killed Jacob to protect him. He just couldn’t keep her. It infuriated him into a blinding rage now that he believed she hadn’t intended to be cruel by blaming the death on him.
He fought it and kept his face against her skin to hide his expression. The rage started to ease and then he smelled her blood. His eyes shot open and he licked his lips, tasting it there. In horror he realized what he’d done.
“Fuck,” he growled viciously.
That is exactly what he thinks we just did, Ellie thought. But it meant more to me than just sex. His head lifted from her chest, making it easier to catch her breath. His still rigid c**k bumped against her pu**y and made Ellie aware she’d become very sensitive in that area. It had been a long time since she’d had sex.
Fury pushed up with his hands to lift off her h*ps and crouched over her, keeping her body pinned between his arms and legs while he hovered there. “Damn it,” he sighed. “I’m sorry. I never meant to hurt you, Ellie.”
Hurt me? That confused her. What they had shared had been pretty incredible. Mind blowing, extreme cl**ax, the hardest she’d ever come in her life. She followed the path of his gaze to find his attention fixed on her right breast. She had to lift her head to see better and was startled when she saw a tiny amount of blood smeared over the side of her right breast and running into the valley between them. Her gaze flew to his and saw the regret on his handsome face. She wondered what had caused the bleeding and who it had come from.
He opened his mouth but nothing came out. He clamped his lips together, a furious expression etched on his features, and then he nearly leapt from the bed to storm into the bathroom. She was momentarily blinded from the bright light when he flipped a switch but watched him disappear inside the other room.
She carefully closed her legs. Yeah, I’m going to tender for a while, she silently admitted, her sex feeling a little swollen and sensitive to any movement. He’d been larger than average and she’d gone without sex since her divorce, having sworn off men after that nightmare.
She experienced slight shame over the fact that she’d so easily been turned on by Fury but she’d wanted him since she’d first laid eyes on him inside that cold testing facility. She’d never imagined the possibility of being with him, tied to a bed, in a different place. Not the kind of ending after hot sex I hoped for if we ever got together. What a disaster. The sound of running water came from the other room, pulling her from her thoughts.
Fury reappeared in seconds and she felt proud that she remained so calm under the strange and stressful circumstances. He refused to glance at her face, instead concentrating on her chest. He held a wet hand towel when he perched on the edge of the bed.
“Allow me tend to you. I really didn’t mean to inflict pain.”
“I’m not hurt.” She spoke softly but knew he heard her. “Just release me.”
“I’m going to clean you up.” He sighed. “You’re bleeding. I nicked you with my teeth but I didn’t bite into you. It’s just a scratch but deep enough to bleed.”
Great. My blood. At least it didn’t hurt. “Just let me go and I’ll tend to it.”
“No.” He carefully wiped at the skin just under her right breast, tenderly dabbing there. He hesitated and then cleaned her thigh where he’d left his sexual mark, washed away his se**n.
Ellie admitted being a little disappointed when she could think again after the blissful haze passed. Fury not coming inside her had left her feeling empty and as though he didn’t want to share that kind of intimacy with her. She opened her eyes to peer at the top of his dark head, his face still pressed against her br**sts, and his hot, heavy breathing fanning her skin. She wished she could wrap her arms around his shoulders and hold him tightly.
Fury had pulled out of her before he could risk harming or horrifying her with the changes made to his body inside the testing facility. He doubted she had knowledge of the sexual differences between his kind and hers. It amazed him that he’d kept enough control to remember he couldn’t come inside her since the second he’d entered Ellie’s body he’d known pure heaven for the first time in his life. Jerking out of her body had been difficult, almost impossible. He’d wanted to fill her with his essence and mark her with his scent.
Touching her, making love to her and tasting her had been far better than he could have imagined. Hell, he could get addicted to her. I may already be, a small part of his mind warned.
She was human, not truly his, and he needed to remember that. As much as he wished he could keep her tied to his bed, make love to her until he had her too tired to attempt to leave, he knew he couldn’t do it. At some point someone would look for her when they realized she’d gone missing.
She’d resent being held captive no matter how much pleasure he gave her. He knew all about being locked up and restrained. He may have done it to her to get her into his bed once but to force her to stay there long-term would be unforgivable. She’d grow to hate him. He couldn’t bear the thought.
Frustration bloomed inside his chest even as he jerked from another contraction of pleasure. He had marked her with his seed on her thigh and damn it, he thought of her as his already. She’d belonged to him from the moment she’d walked into his cell, touched him, then killed Jacob to protect him. He just couldn’t keep her. It infuriated him into a blinding rage now that he believed she hadn’t intended to be cruel by blaming the death on him.
He fought it and kept his face against her skin to hide his expression. The rage started to ease and then he smelled her blood. His eyes shot open and he licked his lips, tasting it there. In horror he realized what he’d done.
“Fuck,” he growled viciously.
That is exactly what he thinks we just did, Ellie thought. But it meant more to me than just sex. His head lifted from her chest, making it easier to catch her breath. His still rigid c**k bumped against her pu**y and made Ellie aware she’d become very sensitive in that area. It had been a long time since she’d had sex.
Fury pushed up with his hands to lift off her h*ps and crouched over her, keeping her body pinned between his arms and legs while he hovered there. “Damn it,” he sighed. “I’m sorry. I never meant to hurt you, Ellie.”
Hurt me? That confused her. What they had shared had been pretty incredible. Mind blowing, extreme cl**ax, the hardest she’d ever come in her life. She followed the path of his gaze to find his attention fixed on her right breast. She had to lift her head to see better and was startled when she saw a tiny amount of blood smeared over the side of her right breast and running into the valley between them. Her gaze flew to his and saw the regret on his handsome face. She wondered what had caused the bleeding and who it had come from.
He opened his mouth but nothing came out. He clamped his lips together, a furious expression etched on his features, and then he nearly leapt from the bed to storm into the bathroom. She was momentarily blinded from the bright light when he flipped a switch but watched him disappear inside the other room.
She carefully closed her legs. Yeah, I’m going to tender for a while, she silently admitted, her sex feeling a little swollen and sensitive to any movement. He’d been larger than average and she’d gone without sex since her divorce, having sworn off men after that nightmare.
She experienced slight shame over the fact that she’d so easily been turned on by Fury but she’d wanted him since she’d first laid eyes on him inside that cold testing facility. She’d never imagined the possibility of being with him, tied to a bed, in a different place. Not the kind of ending after hot sex I hoped for if we ever got together. What a disaster. The sound of running water came from the other room, pulling her from her thoughts.
Fury reappeared in seconds and she felt proud that she remained so calm under the strange and stressful circumstances. He refused to glance at her face, instead concentrating on her chest. He held a wet hand towel when he perched on the edge of the bed.
“Allow me tend to you. I really didn’t mean to inflict pain.”
“I’m not hurt.” She spoke softly but knew he heard her. “Just release me.”
“I’m going to clean you up.” He sighed. “You’re bleeding. I nicked you with my teeth but I didn’t bite into you. It’s just a scratch but deep enough to bleed.”
Great. My blood. At least it didn’t hurt. “Just let me go and I’ll tend to it.”
“No.” He carefully wiped at the skin just under her right breast, tenderly dabbing there. He hesitated and then cleaned her thigh where he’d left his sexual mark, washed away his se**n.
