Fighter {Completed}

Chapter Fifty-Three: Don't Make Me Come Get You {Ellie}

Chapter Fifty-Three: Don't Make Me Come Get You {Ellie}

"Cole," I speak. His infuriated eyes turn to me. "Kiss me."

He doesn't hesitate to do as he's told, pulling me further into him and pressing his lips against mine. It begins soft, but after a beat, something seems to snap within him. Gripping my legs, he pulls me, leading me to straddle his lap as he continues kissing me with a new fervor.

I feel hot as one of his hands drags down my spine, molding me to him. Every fiber of my being burns with need as he makes me feel as if I'm on fire, caught in Cole's flames. His lips break from mine, connecting with my jawline instead. Lightning explodes throughout my body as his lips torture my skin, each kiss dragging the reigns of my restraint down just a little further. Every time his breath fans my skin, his teeth nip at me greedily, every fucking move sets me ablaze.

I'm hot.

I'm hot.

I'm hot but God, I want him closer.

His hands wander, finding home on my thighs, easing back toward my ass as he pulls me impossibly closer.

Yes.

Closer.

Closer.

Closer.

I swear, if I were to die right now, I'd be absolutely fine with the way my life ended; wrapped in Cole's arms, his lips claiming my skin for his own, taking a piece of my soul into his own with every kiss. My mind fogs a little more each time his tongue darts out, snaking up my neck, each time his teeth graze my skin in desperate, dire need of something we're both craving.

Within a second, he's flipping us. Lying me back on the bed, Cole stays pressed tight to me, his form between my legs as his lips find mine again. I can't stop the gasp that escapes me as his hand grips my thigh, guiding my leg to hook around his waist.

My eyes nearly roll to the back of my head as he grinds his hard length against me, drawing a strangled breath from my lips as pleasure shoots up my spine. He does it again. I have to physically hold onto him, too afraid to move or let go in fear of messing up the burning rhythm that he creates as he continues to work his hips against mine.

"This okay?" he pants out, voice low as he skims his fingers up the inside of my shorts, tugging on the fabric. I nod, and quick as lightning, he has my shorts tugged off and the cover thrown over us. His fingers drift to the fabric of my panties, his form rising above me with a questioning look. "Okay?"

"Yes," I breathe, and he lowers his lips to my neck again.

I jolt as his fingers slip past the fabric, pushing it aside to find the burning heat between my legs. He groans as he begins to touch me gently, the sound shooting straight to the very place his fingers roam.

Finding a steady, gentle rhythm, Cole begins to drive me toward an edge that has me stiffening below him. In only a minute, I'm writhing, a moan escaping my lips as he moves his fingers faster, expertly circling the little bundle of nerves that sets me ablaze.

As another moan escapes, he laughs lowly, his free hand rising to cover my mouth gently. "Quiet, baby." A whimper leaves me as I approach the edge of the inferno he's casting me into. He knows it, too. Uncovering my mouth, he leans in, kissing my lips just as I come crashing down from my high, stiffening out and shaking below him. I feel him smile into the kiss, swallowing my moans.

After a few moments, he pulls his hand away, resting beside me as he lets me calm down. Cole smirks, staring at me, eyes dark and carnal, like pools of melted steel as they swim with want. I'm sure mine are the same. Hands caress my thighs.