Chapter 169

Agnes

The rain came down in one big sheet, soaking us to the bone in mere seconds. Elijah’s hand locked with mine, and we bolted beneath the nearest dock, laughing.

As we sought shelter beneath the dock, I wrapped my arms around myself, shivering slightly. I could feel my nipples, hard and pebbled from the cold, poking through the thin silk already. Elijah turned to me, and the way his gaze landed immediately on those two peaks, pushed together by my arms, wasn’t lost on me.

“Well, that was unexpected,” I managed, my throat suddenly tight from the way he was looking at me.

He didn’t answer right away. Rather, his dark eyes roamed over me, lingering on my breasts, then drifting lower where the fabric hugged my hips.

The heat in his gaze was a stark contrast to the damp air, and I shivered, not entirely from the rain. Water dripped from his hair, trailing down his jaw, and his white shirt stuck to his chest, revealing the hard planes of muscle beneath.

He looked positively edible, and I bit my lip, suddenly aware of how alone we were under here, the world blurred beyond the curtain of rain.

“It doesn’t look like it’s letting up anytime soon,” he said, stepping closer, his breath fogging faintly in the humid night. “We might be stuck here a while.”

I glanced out at the downpour, the waves crashing louder now, then back at him. A wicked idea bloomed in my mind, and I tilted my head, letting my teeth sink into my lower lip again. “Well,” I murmured, “we could find a way to pass the time.”

His eyes lit up at that, and he closed the distance between us until I could feel the heat radiating off of his body. “Agnes,” he said, his voice low and teasing, “you’re being naughty. Wanting to fuck in public like this?”

I grinned. “No one will see us in the dark and the rain,” I shot back, stepping into his space until our chests brushed. “And even if they did, who would stop us?”

He laughed, a deep, rumbling sound that sent a thrill racing down my spine. “I like this rebellious streak of yours,” he growled, and then he surged forward, his mouth crashing into mine.

The kiss was like liquid fire—hot and burning, his lips tasting of chocolate and wine and the salt of the sea. I melted into him, my hands fisting in his soaked shirt as his tongue swept against mine.

He pushed me back until my shoulders hit a rough wooden pylon, the texture biting into my skin through the dress. His hands were everywhere then—sliding up my sides, cupping my breasts, his rough thumbs brushing over my hardened nipples until I gasped into his mouth.

“Elijah,” I breathed, breaking away just enough to catch my breath. My fingers found his belt, fumbling with the buckle until it gave way with a soft clink. His pants sagged, and I yanked them down just enough, my hand wrapping around his cock.

Goddess, he was already hard, thick and pulsing in my grip, and he groaned as I sank to my knees on the wet sand.

The rain pounded above us, drowning out everything but the sound of his ragged breathing. I looked up at him, water dripping from my lashes, and took him into my mouth without breaking eye contact. The sight of his dark eyes, pupils blown wide with desire, was nearly enough to make my body splinter.

His hands tangled in my hair, guiding me as I sucked him, my tongue swirling around the tip before sliding down his length. He tasted salty and warm, and the way he shuddered under my touch made my pussy clench all on its own.

“Fuck, Agnes,” he rasped, hips jerking slightly into my mouth. “You’re too good at that.”

I hummed around him, taking him deeper until he hit the back of my throat, then pulled back, licking my lips as I stood. His eyes were wild, and before I could say anything, he grabbed my hips and spun me around, pushing me back against the pylon. His hands shoved my dress up, the silk bunching around my waist, and I gasped as the cool air hit my bare skin.

His fingers brushed between my thighs, finding me already wet and aching. I flicked my tongue across my bottom lip and shot him a wanting look over my shoulder.

I moaned as he slipped two fingers inside me, curling them just right, his free hand coming around and circling my clit with devastating precision. My forehead tipped forward against the wood, and I clutched at the pylon, my nails digging into the surface as he worked me.

The pleasure built fast, way faster than I expected, and I came with a cry, my pussy pulsing around his fingers as my legs trembled.

He didn’t give me time to recover. His hands gripped my ass, angling me until I was nearly at a ninety-degree bend with my arms wrapped around the pylon for support.

And then he was inside me, his cock stretching me in one smooth, deep thrust. I wrapped my arms tighter around the wood, arching my back, and he fucked me hard, each snap of his hips driving him deeper. The way his fingers dug into my hips was intense, almost aggressive, but in that burning, sexy way that made my blood sing.

“Elijah,” I whimpered, my voice lost in the roar of the storm as he shifted, hitting that perfect spot inside of me. He pulled out suddenly, spinning me again so my back braced against the pylon, and entered me from the front, his chest pressed to mine as one arm hooked my leg up and over his shoulder—Goddess, I didn’t even know I was that flexible.

This new angle was brutal, delicious, and I pushed back against him, meeting every thrust. I let out a string of curses that were quickly drowned out by his hard mouth slamming against mine.

He reached down, fingers finding my clit again, and I came a second time, my knees buckling as the pleasure ripped through me. He held me up, relentless, taking my other leg and hooking it in the crook of his elbow so I was completely off the ground now. One of my heels fell off, but I didn’t care.

“Fuck, Agnes,” Elijah groaned, his forehead dropping to press against mine as he swept into me with deep, slow, rough thrusts. “You’re tight like this.”

“Tight” was putting it lightly. I felt like I was going to split in half from the considerable size of his cock in this position, but in the best way possible. As if I might splinter and fall away into the wind with a smile on my face and my eyes rolled back into my head.

Gently, he reached down and spread the lips of my pussy with two fingers to open me wider, and slid back in, slow and deep. His free hand squeezed my breast, rolling my nipple between his fingers, and I shattered again, my third orgasm crashing over me like the waves beyond the dock.

“You’re so fucking beautiful when you come,” he growled, his pace quickening once more, sweat and rain mixing on his skin. He lowered my legs, pulling me down to the sand with him, and I straddled his lap, riding him as he gripped my hips. The friction was exquisite, the heat between us like a bonfire had been lit beneath our entwined bodies, and I leaned forward, kissing him fiercely as I ground against him.

Something shifted then, a surge of energy crackling through me like actual fire burning through my veins. I felt alive, wild, more than… more than myself.

I couldn’t explain it. All I knew was that I needed an outlet for this sudden surge of heat.

Through the haze, my lips found his neck, pressing against the faint scar of his mating mark from Olivia, and I kissed it hard, pouring everything into that touch—love, need, defiance. He groaned, his hands tightening on me, and we came together, his cock pulsing inside me as my pussy clenched around him, my fourth climax tearing through me with a ferocity I’d never known before.

The world spun, my breath ragged as I slumped against him, our bodies slick with rain and sweat. We stayed like that for a moment, tangled together, until the haze cleared and I started to fix my dress, smoothing it back down over my hips. Elijah tugged his pants up, buckling his belt with a lazy, satisfied grin.

But then I froze, my fingers brushing his neck as I pushed his wet hair aside. “Elijah!” I gasped, my heart lurching.

He winced, his hand flying to the spot I’d kissed, and I stared in shock. The mating mark—Olivia’s mark—was burned, the skin red and raised…

Almost like my kiss had seared his flesh.