I: Not Yours

-Kaia-

My body shudders as the scent of oakmoss and whiskey drowns out every other thought from my mind. A moan escapes my lips and I bite my lip to silence it. Slick with desire, my core trembles, and I push my ass out when he slams into me again.

How did I end up bent over with my hair twisted around Elijah Priest’s fist? Or more specifically, how did I end up here again?

“Don’t stifle those sounds; I need your fucking screams,” he says in a dark, throaty voice and my body happily complies with his order. I don’t know how he does it, but he speaks to that dark part of me I always try to push down; when Elijah commands, it obeys.

I want to stop this. I want to tell him that things can’t keep ending up this way, but when I see him, all that resolve falls away. If I had a weakness, it would be the way Elijah looks at me when no one’s watching. It’s the heat in his gaze, the promise in his touch, and the double meaning in his words.

Speared on his thick cock again, he slips a hand aroun