Chapter 4: The Chains of Craving

His words hung in the air like smoke from a dying fire, curling around her senses, igniting fresh sparks in the embers of her spent body. “Only if there’s more to fix.” Elena’s laugh was low, throaty, vibrating against his chest where she lay sprawled, legs tangled with his, the sheets a twisted wreck soaked in their mingled fluids—cum sticky and cooling, piss tangy in the humid air, sweat binding them like glue. Her pussy throbbed, raw from his relentless pounding, walls still fluttering with aftershocks, but the ache was addictive, a hunger that fed on itself, growing sharper with every breath.

She pushed up on one elbow, breasts swaying heavy, nipples grazed red from his teeth, and met his gaze—eyes like molten obsidian, promising depths she’d drown in willingly. “Oh, there’s more,” she purred, fingers tracing the ridges of his abs, nails leaving faint pink trails down to where his cock lay semi-hard against his thigh, glistening with her essence. “But this time, I fix you.” With a wicked twist, she rolled him onto his back, straddling his hips, her slick folds pressing against his length, grinding slow to feel him harden beneath her. He groaned, hands reaching for her waist, but she slapped them away, pinning his wrists to the mattress with surprising strength, her body weight leveraging the hold.

“Stay,” she commanded, voice silk-wrapped steel, leaning down to bite his lower lip, tugging until he hissed. The power flip sent electricity crackling through her veins—him, this broad-shouldered beast of a man, submitting under her, cock twitching against her clit like a plea. She released his wrists but warned with a glare, “Move, and I’ll stop.” He nodded, breaths ragged, muscles tensing as she slid down his body, tongue mapping a path: licking the salt from his neck, sucking a nipple into her mouth, teeth grazing the bud until it pebbled hard. Lower, over the taut plane of his stomach, dipping into his navel, tasting the faint bitterness of their mess.

Her mouth hovered over his cock, breath hot against the head, watching it swell, veins bulging like rivers under skin. She licked once, flat-tongued from balls to tip, savoring the cocktail of flavors—her piss sharp, his cum thick, her arousal a sweet undernote. He bucked, groaning deep, but she pressed a hand to his hip, holding him down. “Patience,” she teased, blowing cool air over the wet trail, making him shiver. Then she engulfed him, lips stretching around his girth, throat relaxing to take him deep, nose brushing the coarse hair at his base. She bobbed slow, deliberate, hollowing cheeks for suction that pulled moans from his chest, her hand cupping his balls, rolling them gently, thumb pressing the sensitive spot behind.