Page 84 of Merciless

My back straightens. My dick jerks at the promise of doing anything with her, even if she’s unaware.

I could practice on her while she sleeps. She won’t know that I’m clueless, and once I sleep with her when she’s awake, she won’t know that she was my first.

I take a step inside her bedroom, my gaze glued to her and my heart racing. Then I stop.

I said I’d be a monster for her, but how far am I willing to go?

Elijah comes to my side and tilts his head as he considers me. “Do you need me to talk you through it?”

I glare at him.

“I was only asking.” He holds up his hands and steps aside.

Just how fucked up and monstrous do I want to be with her?

“I want her awake,” I say. I don’t want her to see how inexperienced I am, but I want to look in her eyes.

I want her watching as I sink my cock inside her pretty pussy.

He considers me for a moment, then sighs. “Strip while I wake her up. But we only want her to see you, got it?”

Nodding, I follow Elijah to Eden’s bedside. I kick off my shoes, then strip out of my shirt, pants, and boxers. I pop my sucker out of my mouth and toss it onto her nightstand.

Elijah pulls back Eden’s sheets and strips her out of her sleep shorts, leaving her naked from the waist down. Fisting myself, I stroke my cock and bite back a groan as Elijah spreads her legs.

Blood rushes to my cock, hardening it until it’s painful.

I’ve seen her naked many times. This time around is different. This time I get to do something about it.

She’s so soft everywhere. Stretch marks line her stomach and the insides of her thighs. Her heavy breasts carry the same marks that beg to be traced with my tongue.

Elijah shares a look with me, warning that he means it about not being seen. He moves to the head of her mattress and motions for me to get on the bed with her.

I move onto my knees between her spread legs, my gaze falling to her pussy.

Fuck. Me.

She’s perfect.

Elijah grabs her shoulder and shakes her awake. She’s dead to the world.

I stroke my shaft and squeeze the tip with each upward pass.

Eden’s breath hitches, as if she’s about to wake up, but then she settles deeper into sleep.

He looks at me, his lips pinched and eyes letting me know I may not get what I want.

Fuck all of that.

Releasing myself, I move onto my stomach and wind my arms around her thighs before diving into her cunt.

It’s been so long since I’ve tasted her, and it’s been haunting me for years. I swipe my tongue up Eden’s folds. With two fingers, I spread her wide open and flick her clit with the tip of my tongue. Her pussy reacts so beautifully to my touch, as if it remembers how good I can make her feel. After a few more strokes, her arousal drips out of her and coats my mouth with the wetness. Eden’s legs stiffen, and she grinds herself against my tongue.

I raise my gaze to her face and watch—just as I did the last time—as she wakes up.

She mumbles something incoherent. Her eyes have a faraway look as she becomes more alert—or as alert as she can get. She takes a shuddering breath, her confused and half-lidded gaze falling on me as I suck and lick her like it’s my fucking job.

“Elijah?” she mumbles, voice thick with sleep.