Pursued(176)

Just the thought of taking him inside her sent a fresh rush of lust through Elise and she shivered helplessly. “I…I know,” she murmured, crossing her arms over her breasts. “But I was hoping we would make love tonight and I thought it couldn’t hurt to have a little extra help. You’re really, uh, big—you know? And I don’t just mean your mating fist. All of you is pretty much extra-extra-large.”

“Yeah, well…” He shrugged. “But you still didn’t have to eat bonding fruit.” He frowned. “How much did you eat, anyway? You’re only supposed to take a few bites, aren’t you?”

Elise bit her lip. “Um, well, yes. That’s what you’re supposed to do. But Kat gave me three of them and they smelled so good, well…”

Merrick’s eyes widened. “You ate all of them. All three of them?”

Reluctantly, Elise nodded. “At first I didn’t feel anything so I thought I was immune. But now…” She gestured helplessly at herself. “I feel…God, Merrick, I feel like I’m burning up inside.”

“I’m not surprised.” He looked angry. “I’m going to have a word with Deep and Lock about this. That damn bonding fruit is fucking dangerous.”

“Not if you help me.” Elise put a hand on his arm. “Please, Merrick…”

He groaned softly. “Gods, baby, you’re putting me a really difficult position. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t,” she promised softly. “Please, just…I need…need something.”

“I know what you need.” Abruptly he scooped her up and carried her to the bed.

Elise looked at him uncertainly as he laid her down gently in the center of the huge bed, with her legs dangling off the edge. “What are you doing?”

“Taking the edge off.” Merrick knelt between her legs and began to caress her thighs gently with long, slow strokes. “I’ll get you through this, baby, I swear it,” he murmured.

“Thank you, Merrick.” She moaned softly as he kissed the inside of her knee. “I promise I didn’t mean to eat so much of that fruit. It just tasted really good.”

“I know something else that tastes good.” He raised an eyebrow at her and kissed the inside of her knee again. “Need to taste you, baby, need to eat your sweet, creamy pussy to try and help you feel better. Can you let me do that?”

Elise gripped the covers on either side of her. She’d never stopped thinking about how good having his tongue on her—inside her—had felt that last time he’d tasted her. But back then, she had been on top. Now she was lying helplessly on her back with Merrick between her legs.

“It’s okay,” he murmured, as though sensing her thoughts. “I’ll stay down here on the floor the whole time. Just spread your legs and let me taste you.”

“All…all right,” she whispered, her stomach fluttering with excitement and apprehension. She watched as he slowly pulled the red satin shorts down her legs and spread her thighs.

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Merrick didn’t dive right in, though the Gods knew he wanted to. Just the sight of her soft little pussy, all open and bare for him, her plump cunt lips glistening with her juices, made his mouth water. But he wanted to be gentle, wanted to take things slowly.

In a way, he felt like Elise was a beautiful, delicate flower he’d found growing in a secluded meadow. If he wasn’t careful, he could easily trample that soft little flower beneath his big boot. He didn’t want to do that—he wanted to nourish it, to make it bloom. And that would take time and patience.

He stroked her legs first, getting her used to the feeling of his hands on her skin. It was a long time since he’d dared to touch her so intimately. He wanted her too badly—needed her too much—and he’d told himself there was no way he could have her.

Not taking her now, either, he told himself sternly as he stroked closer and closer to her inner thighs. Just going to take the edge off for her, help her get over that damn fruit she ate.

Elise moaned as he stroked the top of her mound, petting her soft nest of neatly trimmed curls. Gods, he loved her little pussy. It was so soft and warm and inviting. And her cunt honey was so sweet and salty and delicious. Merrick could go down on her all night if only she’d let him. And that might be exactly what he needed to do, if he was going to get her over the effects of the bonding fruit. He just hoped eating her would be enough because he was still determined there was no way in hell they were going any further than that.

“Easy now, baby,” he murmured as he pulled her a little closer to the edge of the bed. “Gonna kiss you now, just a little. Try and relax.”