The Clash of Yesterday (Chronicles of the Stone Veil 0.5)

I stare at her wide-eyed, having never seen anything like this before. Eliana’s a highly sexualized woman—and it’s to my dismay I know this from an encounter in the past. But whatever drug was given to her, it’s actually causing her pain as the sexual tension builds in her again.

Her gaze locks on mine, and I don’t like what I see one little bit.

“Ronan… please,” she whispers.

“No,” I respond adamantly.

“Please help me,” she implores, and fuck if tears don’t well up in her eyes. “This isn’t going to stop anytime soon. I can tell, and it’s worse each time.”

“What do you want me to do?” I ask, even though my hard-on tells me that I know exactly what I want to do, no matter how much I loathe myself for it.

She doesn’t answer. Merely steps back into the elevator, grabs my wrist, and shoves my hand under her skirt. I feel the lace of her panties, which is soaking wet, and my hand reflexively squeezes her pussy.

“Yes… that… please,” she begs.

The elevator doors start to close on us, and I react quickly, pulling my hand away from her and putting it between the doors. Eliana cries out in dismay, thinking I’m denying her, but I merely take her hand and pull her into the hallway. “Which condo is yours?” I ask.

She takes off, trotting down the hall, and I follow quickly. She calls back over her shoulder, “My keys are in the side pocket of my briefcase.”

I have them in my hand when she stops in front of a door, and because her hands are shaking, I unlock it.

Eliana has the sense to enter the code in her alarm as I step in, then she slams the door shut before turning to me.

“Please… hurry,” she demands as she reaches down and hikes her skirt up around her hips.

I hiss when I see the black lace panties, but I don’t wait for an invitation. She needs a quick release, so I give her my hand again.

Because I’m a rough guy, and I know Eliana doesn’t care if I am, I jerk the flimsy material to the side and dip my finger inside her. Gathering wetness, I pull it out and attack her clit hard. She cries out, head falling back to hit the wall, and she comes hard and fast. I am beyond amazed. That’s three orgasms in less than ten minutes.

Hips still bucking against me, Eliana uses her few moments of clarity to start stripping. She undoes her blouse, tosses it to the floor, and then her bra, too.

I hate the woman, but she has the most perfect tits I’ve ever seen in my life. They’re full, round, and have perfectly pink, tight nipples that were made to be sucked and bitten.

“Get naked, Ronan,” she snaps, and then huffs out a breath of annoyance. “Because it’s starting again.”

“Goddamn it,” I mutter. I do not want to touch Eliana again. I don’t want to help her. I want her to suffer.

But my cock is calling the shots, so I start shedding my clothes.

In no time at all, Eliana snatches my hand and leads me through her condo to the master bedroom. She has the most perfect ass, too, and my eyes stay pinned on it as I follow her.

When we reach her bed, she turns me around, pushes me down onto the mattress, and climbs on top of me. I’m not arguing with her taking command because while my body is wildly attracted to her, my conscience is roaring that this is all wrong.

I’m wondering what I did to piss off the fates that landed me here.

Eliana rises above me, her warm hands pressed down on my chest while her hips hover just over my rigid cock. She stares at me with some lucidity for a moment before her eyes cloud over and she moans in what sounds like pain.

I have no clue what she’s feeling, but, judging by her actions, sounds, and expression, it seems like she’s built up to an incredible release and has no way of tipping over the edge. As a man who has experienced blue balls a time or two in my life, I can actually empathize.

“What do you want me to do?” I ask, laying perfectly still.

Her eyes focus a bit, and her voice is bitter with shame. “I want you to promise to fuck me all night if that’s what it takes to make this pain go away.”

Before I can even agree—which I will—she groans, squeezing her eyes shut hard. Taking a deep breath, she opens them and looks down between our bodies. Her hand takes my shaft, and she gives me a rough squeeze that has my balls tightening before she lowers down on me. Eliana is wet, warm, and she slides easily down on my cock until we’re pressed tight together.