Mine (Elias: 2) (on break)

2 - My angel of death

"Good morning, my sweet angel," Elias said, hovering over me.

I parted my lashes lazily, regarding him as he sat on the bed beside me.

I then looked around, sitting up and letting out a small yawn. "We're back at your cabin...?"

"Indeed, we are," he replied softly.

"Why?" I wondered, gazing over at him.

He just smiled, tipping my chin up.

I closed my eyes as he lightly pecked my lips and drew back.

"I told you, remember? You're not allowed to go back."

I watched him more curiously now, and his eyes just reflected his amusement. "Did my father put up a fight?"

"The king did not," Elias said then, smirking. "Because I stole you away while you were sleeping."

I smiled then, giggling. "You're so frightening. It's entertaining."

"I'd never thought I'd hear someone say that about me," he stated then, tipping his head to the side. "You are different from everyone, I suppose." He pulled my hair away from my face. "My angel of death."

I gazed up at him then, watching his eyes burn with that familiar hunger.

He leaned down, and I closed my eyes when he set his lips on mine.

I buried my mouth on his, gathering his hair in my hands as he devoured me whole, and I just let him.

His tongue slipped into my mouth, letting me taste his minty breath.

So fresh... so beautiful... so warm. I loved every second of it.

I moaned a little, struggling to keep still as he pinned me down.

Elias just pulled back, gazing down at me when both hands pressed to each side of my head. "What's wrong?"

"You're pinning me," I stated, half-annoyed, "I want to feel your skin, too."

He just smiled. "All you had to do was ask."

"I don't like asking," I stated then.

"You better learn," he said then, lowering himself so his face was inches from mine, "if you don't... I won't be kind enough to let you lead."

"You threaten me?" I stuck my lip out in a pout.

"Careful, I might be tempted to bite it," he said then, smile darkening.

I just gazed up at him. "Can I feel your chest?"

He smirked. "I don't know, can you?"

"Elias," I said, annoyed.

"Yes?"

I rolled my eyes. "May I feel your chest?"

"What's the magic word?" he said then.

I glared. "I'm going to kill you."

"Oh, no," he said then, lowering himself, "have mercy."

He set his lips on mine again before picking up my wrist.

I tipped my head up higher when he guided it to his chest, and I ran my hand along his skin.

I nearly put my other hand there, but it was pinned under him.

His skin was so soft... like silk.

I slid my fingers along the crevice in between his pecs, loving all his curves and imperfections.

Elias pulled away then, breathing shakily as both hands set on both side of my head. "You're making this hard."

"Am I turning you on?" I said then.

"Yeah, don't," he stated then, pulling my hand away.

I gazed up at him, pouting. "Why?"

"Because you're not ready yet," he said to me, smiling now. "And stop pouting or I might pull away all together."

"But I'm a good girl?" I said then.

He just sighed. "Don't do this."

"I am one, right?" I smiled. "So... so another session? Right here right now? And then we can move on, right?"

He parted his lashes and gazed down at me in amusement. "Is someone needy?"

I nodded, quickly.

His smile darkened and he pressed his finger to my lips, leaning down so our faces were inches from the other. "Didn't I tell you that I will do a session when you least expect it? You expect it right now, so the answer is no."

My expression darkened then, and I looked away.

"Oh, don't look so defeated," he said then, smirking. "Come, now... I'll get you some cake. Wouldn't you like that?"

I gazed up then, smiling. "Cake? I like cake."

"Indeed," he said then, smirking, "you do. So, come with me. I have some here."

I let him pull my arm and scoop me up.