All The Crushes

When Evelyn woke up the next morning, the first thing she noticed was the quiet. Her body ached, every muscle protesting as she shifted under the covers. The bed felt warm, but when she opened her eyes fully, she realized Elias wasn’t beside her.

For a brief, surreal moment, she wondered if it had all been a dream. But the soreness and stingy marks on her neck told her otherwise.

She slowly sat up and glanced at the bedroom door, it was ajar. Part of her was relieved. She needed space to think, to breathe without his presence looming over her. But another part, the annoying part she wasn’t ready to accept, groaned at the lack of his presence.

As she stood and stretched, she noticed the smell of something faintly burning. She frowned, pulling on a nearby robe and tying it around herself before making her way toward the kitchen. The smell of food grew stronger as she neared, and when she turned the corner, there he was, standing at the stove, his back to her as he flipped something in a pan.

It was such a domestic sight, so absurdly normal that for a moment, she just stared. He was shirtless, wearing only his jeans from the night before, his posture relaxed as he moved with calm motions. His muscles shifted under his skin as he cooked, and the smell of eggs and bacon filled the small kitchen.

"Morning" he said without turning around, his voice casual, almost pleasant. "Thought you’d sleep in."

She didn’t respond right away. She stood in the doorway, unsure how to reconcile the man who had fucked her roughly the night before with the one who was now cooking breakfast as if they were just any normal couple. She swallowed, her throat dry, before finally stepping into the kitchen.

"Morning..." she managed.. Her eyes darted toward the pan. "You're… making breakfast?"

He turned his head at her and smiled with the smile he knew unnerved her. "You sound shocked... Well, I thought you'd appreciate the gesture. Unless you'd rather go back to pretending."

She knitted her brows knowing what he meant. "You really think that highly of yourself, don't you? That just because you..." She blushed faintly. "Well... did what you did, I'm suddenly under some spell?"

He chuckled, deep and amused, as he turned to the sotve to tend to the food. "You can lie to yourself all you want, Evelyn, but we both know the truth." He turned around fully and put two plates with food onto the table. He stood just a few feet from her, with his hands on his hips. "Last night wasn't just me. You wanted this as much as I did."

She glared at him. "I didn't-"

He cut her off, his voice commanding, making her pulse quicken in surprise. "You did. You can deny it all you want, but you won't fool anyone."

She opens her mouth but for a moment she faltered. The memory of his hands on her, on his body pressing her into the mattress, the way he made her give in to desires she hadn't even known she had, rushed through her mind. She had wanted him...craved him in ways that scared her.

But instead of backing down, she threw her armor back up. "I could still walk out of here" she shot back, her voice hard but not as steady as she wanted. "I don’t need you."

His smile widened, he knows better than her. "You won’t walk out" he said, his voice softer now, almost tender in a twisted way. "Because you like this. You like the push and pull. You like the game we’re playing."

"I don’t even like you" she repeated her words from yesterday, but they were coming out hollow.

He shook his head. "You don’t have to like me. You just have to want me. And we both know you do."

He stepped closer and observed her as if calculating his next move. Her heart raced, she knew she couldn't deny his words, but she stood her ground, her eyebrow raised in unspoken challenge, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing her flinch.

"You look so… soft this morning" he whispered, his voice low and husky. His hand moved to the tie of her robe, tugging at it slightly, playfully. "Do you know how hard it was to leave you alone in bed?"

She tensed. She couldn't believe his boldness though she knew he didn't try to seduce her, he was merely testing her boundaries.

But even though...

Her body still ached from last night, but he was watching her as if he wanted to fuck her again, right there in the kitchen, with the breakfast still hot on the plates.

"Elias..." she started, trying to keep her voice steady. "I..." She swallowed hard, her throat tight.

"I know" His lips curved into a knowing smile, his hand slipping inside the robe to caress her waist, the heat of his touch sending shivers through her. He wasn’t asking her for anything, not really. He was simply showing her what he wanted. But before she expected him to push her further, he let go of her, stepping back slightly. His eyes still burned with desire, but he relented, for now.

"Eat your breakfast" he said, his tone casual once more, as if nothing had happened. "You’ll need your strength."

And just like that, the moment passed. She stared at him, unsure if she should be relieved or frustrated, but she tied her robe tighter, sat down at the table and picked up up the fork. She stabbed at the food, her appetite nonexistent, but she needed the distraction.

He watched her in silence as he sat on the opposite side of the table. The tension between them was like a rope pulled tight and ready to snap. After all her defiance, her sharp retorts, her attempts to outwit him... The truth was out now, spoken into the silence that surrounded them. She wanted him. But she was still on the edge, torn between the fear of what wanting him meant and the thrill of finally giving in. She knew that yesterday had been just a taste of what he could offer her. She had fought at first, tried to meet him blow for blow, to wrestle for control, but he had overpowered her in every way. He loved it. Loved watching her fight only to submit when the struggle became too much.

But as much as he had enjoyed breaking through that initial resistance, it hadn’t been enough. He wanted more from her. So much more.

Having his eyes constantly on her, made her uncomfortable. His gaze made it harder for her to distract herself with food. She quickly ate the rest of it and got up from the table, avoiding looking at him. She came over to a sink, turned on a tap and started washing her plate. After a moment she felt him standing behind her, his hand reached out as he put his plate in a sink. He's so close, his hand brushed hers and she stopped, tightening her grip over a sponge.

He stepped back and she moved sideways to dry her hands with a towel. His presence behind her frustrated her. She hated how easily he got under her skin, hated the smug smirk that tugged at the corners of his mouth whenever he knew he’d rattled her. Elias was the worst kind of threat, charismatic, charming, and entirely too sure of himself. He didn’t just push her boundaries, he obliterated them.

Everything about him was infuriating. The way he watched her with those dark blue eyes, always a step ahead. The way he could disarm her with a sarcastic remark or that cocky grin, cutting through her defenses like they were nothing. And then there was the way he touched her, like he knew exactly what buttons to press to make her body react a certain way. He was infuriating because she couldn’t stop wanting him, no matter how hard she tried to keep him at a distance.

She turned around to face him. He just stood there, his hands inside his pockets, a smirk dancing on his lips. His eyes never left her, tracking every small movement, every flicker of emotion she was trying to suppress. The worst part? He knew. He knew that after everything, the teasing, the defiance, the walls she kept throwing up between them, he had her right where he wanted her.

And he wouldn’t let her slip away from his grasp.

That knowledge both terrified and thrilled her. She wasn’t used to this, this feeling of being so utterly out of control. She had never let anyone dominate her before, never given anyone that kind of power over her. But Elias? For some reason, somehow, he'd managed to make her craving it, craving being possessed and claimed by him.

It scared her. It scared her because she had no idea what that would look like, how it would feel to submit completely to him. But at the same time she wanted it. She wanted to know what it would be like to let him take everything.

"You’re scared" he said reading the emotions on her face, his tone soft as he slightly tilted his head. "Scared of what happens when you stop resisting. Scared of how much you want this. But it's ok, Evelyn, it's ok to be scared of the unknown."

She opened her mouth to argue, to throw some biting remark his way, but the words died on her lips. He wasn’t wrong. The fear was there. She didn’t know how to handle this, how to handle him. But the thrill of it was there too, undeniably.

He took a step closer. He didn't touch her, though he was close enough to do it. His hands still inside his pockets.

"You think you’re so clever." she finally whispered, her voice shaking slightly. "You think you can just... wear me down."

He shook his head. "I don’t need to wear you down. You’ve already given in, sweetheart, you just haven’t accepted it yet."

She was caught between fear and desire, he could see it in her eyes. This was what he loved most - the push and pull, the battle of wills. She wasn’t like the others who had submitted easily. No, Evelyn fought back, sharp and fierce, and that only made breaking her down all the more satisfying.

He slipped his hand out of his pocket and touched her face, his thumb brushing her blushing cheek.

"Here’s the thing, Evelyn..." he continued, his voice steady, measured, as he closed the distance between them even more. "You love this. You love that I push you, that I see through all the bullshit and go straight to what you really want." His hand slid from her chin to her throat, his fingers curling around her neck - not squeezing, just taunting. She felt the adrenaline coursing through her, but she didn't slap his hand away.

"the truth is, you want to be dominated. You want to be possessed. And you want me to be the one to do it."

Her breath came out in a shaky exhale, her body leaning into him despite her self-preservation.

"I showed you yesterday how rough I can be" he murmured, his eyes studying her reaction. "But that was just a preview, Evelyn. I held back."

He could feel her react to that, the tension in her muscles, the quickened rise of her chest, the widened eyes.

He held back?! she swallowed hard. Fuck.

"Here’s what’s going to happen..." He said softly even though his voice dripping with authority. "I’m going to make you give in to every dark desire you’ve been pretending you don’t have. And you’re going to love every second of it."

His fingers tightened just slightly around her throat, enough to make her gasp, her body tensing again, but this time with something closer to anticipation than fear. He tilted her head to the side, exposing her neck, and he leaned in, brushing his lips against her skin.

His hand moved from her throat to the back of her neck, fingers tangling in her hair. She shuddered beneath his touch.

"Do you want to know how I’m going to handle your defiance?" he asked, his lips touched the soft spot right under her ear. "I’m going to turn it into submission. Slowly. Methodically. Until you don’t want to resist anymore." His hand tightened in her hair as his lips moved to her jaw.

She closed her eyes, tilting her head back, savoring the feeling. Her lips parted and that was when he captured them. he kissed her, hard and demanding, taking her breath away. She gave in and kissed him back trying to keep up with him, her tongue entangled with his. She moaned against his mouth.

When he pulled away from her, his breath ragged, his eyes dark with lust. It made her knees weaken.

He smiled, a slow, lazy grin that made her want to both slap him and kiss him in the same breath.

His eyes flickered to the bathrobe draped loosely around her body, the soft fabric hanging just off her shoulders, teasing him with glimpses of the delicate skin underneath. It wasn’t hard to imagine there wasn’t much beneath it, maybe just a pair of panties, if that. He felt the urge to unwrap her, to expose what she was trying to hide from him. His fingers itched to pull at the knot that held the robe together, to slide it off her shoulders and see the way her body would react when he touched her.

"you know..." he said letting out a sigh, his voice laced with that dark, dry humor he used to get under her skin "that robe is doing a terrible job at being modest. It’s like it’s begging me to take it off you."

Her eyes narrowed, but he could see the way her breath quickened just slightly.

"Maybe it is... Or maybe you're just imagining things." she replied, her tone sharp but with a flicker of vulnerability behind it.

He chuckled, his eyes hungry as they trailed over her. "Am I, though?" His hand reached out, playing almost casually with the collar of her robe, teasing her.

"You can keep playing hard to get, sweetheart" he murmured, his voice dropping lower, filled with that smug, boyish charm that he knew both infuriated and excited her. "But we both know where this is going. You, standing here in nothing but a bathrobe, trying to act like you’re in control. But deep down, you’re just waiting for me to fuck you. To take what you won’t admit you want to give me."

Her jaw clenched, her defiance sparking again, but he could see the way her skin flushed at his words. He was getting to her, and he loved it.

"You’re so predictable, Elias. Always thinking you have the upper hand." she said, her voice barely steady but her tongue still sharp.

He grinned, his hand sliding from her collar to the tie of her robe, fingers playing with the knot. "Predictable, huh? I don’t think you’d call me that after last night."

He winked at her and she huffed at that. She hated how making her infuriated on purpose, amusing him. But before she could say something, hopefully clever and sharp, he tugged gently at the tie of her robe, loosening it just enough that it threatened to fall open, exposing more of her bare skin. His other hand brushed lightly against her collarbone. She was trying so hard to keep her composure, but her body trembled in excitation.

Her lips parted, but he didn't give her the chance to say anything. He let the tie of her robe fall completely, and the fabric parted just enough to reveal a glimpse of her breasts, tempting him. He reached out, his hand sliding underneath the robe, cupping her breast in his palm, his thumb brushing over the nipple.

She gasped, her chest pressing into his touch despite herself, and he grinned at that, his thumb circling her nipple. Her breath came in shallow gasps, her hands gripping the edges of the counter, feeling herself slipping, just like the robe. Her eyes fluttered shut for just a moment when his fingers pinched her nipple.

He leaned in, his lips kissed the side of her neck, his breath hot against her skin. "Look at you" he whispered as he pinched her nipple again, just enough to make her gasp. His gaze flicked downward, settling on her breasts. "Your nipples are so hard right now. You’re practically begging for me to take what’s mine."

She stiffened, her jaw clenched as she tried to resist the effect his words had on her. Her hands gripped the edges of the counter tighter, but he saw through the façade. She was hanging on by a thread, and he was more than happy to cut it.

His other hand slid inside her robe, tracing the curve of her waist. Then he leaned in, his lips closing around her nipple, sucking it into his mouth. Her body jerked in response, a sharp intake of breath escaping her lips. He sucked harder, his tongue flicking over the sensitive peak, and he felt her melt against him, her fingers loosening their grip on the counter as her resistance began to slip away.

Her hands instinctively came to his shoulders, not to push him away but to steady herself. Her breath was ragged now, uneven, and he couldn’t help but grin against her skin as he moved to her other breast, capturing the other nipple with the same intensity.

"You taste so good" he murmured between kisses. "And your body... it’s screaming for me. You feel that, don’t you?"

She didn’t answer, but her silence was telling. Her body arched into him, her nipples now swollen and sensitive under his mouth.

His hand moved lower, brushing lightly against the waistband of her panties, his fingers tracing the thin fabric. his lips moved up, grazing the sensitive skin of her neck again, soft at first, then harder, sucking the skin between his teeth.

And then, without hesitation, he slipped his hand further down, pressing his fingers against her pussy.

She gasped softly as she tightened her thighs around his hand, instinctively trying to stop him from discovering just how much she wanted him. But the soft, breathy "Oh God" that escaped her lips told him everything he needed to know. She was already falling apart, and he hadn’t even done much yet.

He pressed his fingers more firmly against her. "You’re already so wet." he whispered as his hand remained trapped between her thighs.

She tried to huff, to show him her annoyance, but instead something between gasp and moan escaped her mouth. Slowly, her thighs relaxed, her legs parting on their own, giving him the access she had been so determined to deny him.

"There it is." his voice a coaxing, teasing purr as his fingers slid against the soaked fabric of her panties. "I knew you couldn’t resist me."

She cursed under her breath, her head falling back slightly giving in to the sensations. "Shut up" she muttered, but the sharpness in her tone was gone. It was weak, breathless, almost pleading.

"You don’t really want me to shut up." he said, reading her correctly. "You want to hear exactly how much I’m enjoying this. How much I love watching you fall apart for me."

He dragged his fingers along her slit, the wetness seeping through the thin material and she gasped again, her nails digging into his shoulders as her hips arched involuntarily. He chuckled, low and dark, reveling in her reaction.

Then he pushed her panties aside. He could feel the slick heat of her arousal against his fingertips, and he groaned softly, the sound thick with desire. His fingers teasing her entrance, just enough to make her shudder. "You’re soaking, you know that?"

Her head snapped back, her teeth clenched. She was so responsive, so utterly vulnerable to him, and he absolutely loved it.

She gasped, her hips bucking against his hand as he pressed his fingers deeper, against the sensitive bundle of nerves that had her legs trembling.

"Admit it." he said, his voice rough and commanding as his thumb began to move against her clit in slow, torturous circles. "Admit you want this. Admit you need this."

Her body responded before her words did, her legs spreading wider, her breath coming in shallow, desperate gasps as her hips rocked against his hand. And he knew, at that moment that she gave in.

"Fuck you for doing this...but please, keep doing this." she said, her voice a mixture of anger and lust.

He chuckled wickedly at her words, loving the contradiction that spilled from her lips.

He pressed her body to hers, trapping her against the counter. "Oh, I’m not stopping. I'm faaar from stopping."

Her hips unconsciously rocking against his hand as he slid his fingers deeper while his thumb pressed over her swollen clit. He could feel how wet she was, how ready and it made his own arousal nearly unbearable.

Her eyes flicked downward, taking in the sight of his bare chest, the muscles flexing as he moved his hand. She could see the hard outline of his hard cock straining against his jeans.

His hand moved faster now, his fingers slipping inside her, eliciting a moan from her lips.

Her breath was ragged, her heart racing as he leaned in, his lips grazing the side of her neck, then moving lower to her collarbone, and lower again, kissing the soft skin of her breast, his fingers working relentlessly between her legs.

"Mmm, you love this, you love my fingers working inside you, don't you, sweetheart?" He purred against her breast.

"Shut up." she muttered, her voice laced with frustration and desire.

His eyes met hers, filled with the kind of hunger that made her pulse race. She felt her muscles tightened around his fingers, aching for release.

With his eyes still on her, he withdrew his hand slowly, making her whimper at the loss of contact, and then he reached down, unbuttoning his jeans, slowly, his eyes never leaving hers. Her cheeks burning, she couldn't bear his gaze on her.

He pushed his jeans down just enough to free his erection, hard and throbbing. Her eyes flicked downward and she bit her lip.

"I’m going to fuck you right here." He stated "Understand?"

She whimpered softly and nodded, her sharp tongue momentarily silenced. She wanted this. She needed this. And she was done pretending otherwise.

He lifted her easily, positioning her on the edge of the counter, his body slotting perfectly between her legs as he pushed her panties aside and pressed the head of his cock against her entrance. He paused, his eyes locking with hers, waiting, wanting to see that last flicker of resistance die in her eyes.

And when it did, when her hands gripped his shoulders and her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer, he knew she was his.

Without another word, he thrust into her, hard and deep, making her gasp as her insides stretched to accommodate him. The sensation was overwhelming, he filled her completely, her legs tightening around him as if she never wanted to let go.

He groaned, his hands gripping her hips as he pulled back, then thrust into her again, the intensity of his movements driving all sanity thoughts of resistance from her mind.

He felt her walls tighten around him, She was wet, so fucking wet, and the slickness only made it easier for him to thrust into her with force, stretching her inch by inch.

"Fuck, you feel so tight...” he growled as he buried himself inside her again, harder this time, savoring the way she moaned in response.

She closed her eyes. He felt incredible, almost too big, but he stretched her perfectly, filling her in a way no one else ever had. Her nails dug into his shoulders, her head falling back as she moaned softly, unable to contain the sounds that escaped her lips. "Oh god” she gasped, her breath shaky as she felt another wave of pleasure roll through her body. "This is... it feels so fucking good."

He smirked as he thrust into her again, his cock buried deep inside her as her walls clenched around him. He could feel how close she was, her wetness coating him as he drove deeper, harder. She was falling apart beneath him, her moans growing louder with each thrust, and he knew she was on the edge, teetering on the brink of climax.

But he wasn’t going to let her come just yet. Not until he got what he wanted from her.

He slowed his pace, dragging his cock out of her inch by inch, and she furrowed her brows in annoyance. Her legs tightened around his hips, trying to pull him back in, but he kept her waiting and wanting.

"Not so fast. You don’t get to come until I say so."

She groaned in frustration, her hips bucking against him, desperate for the release that was just out of reach. "Please..." she breathed, her voice barely a whisper as her body ached for him to continue.

"oh, you're begging now? That's cute." He murmured, his hand sliding down her body, his fingers teasing the sensitive clit as his cock hovered just outside of her. "You want to come so badly, don’t you?"

She bit her lip, her eyes fluttering closed as she nodded, too overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through her body to speak.

His thumb circling her clit with light pressure as he watched her face contort with pleasure. "Say it" he demanded, his voice low and commanding. "Tell me how much you want it."

She whimpered feeling the tension building inside her, but still, she hesitated. She hated giving him the satisfaction of knowing just how much she wanted him to make her come. But the need was too strong, the pleasure too intense, and she couldn’t fight it any longer.

"I want it." she finally admitted, her voice shaky. "please, I need it."

He smirked, his thumb pressing harder against her clit as he thrust into her again, hard and deep, making her cry out in pleasure. "Good girl" he murmured. "Now come for me."

And with that, he pushed into her with relentless force, his cock filling her completely as his thumb worked her clit, pushing her over the edge. Her body arched against him, her moans turning into breathless gasps as the orgasm crashed over her, her muscles clenching around him as the pleasure ripped through her.

He groaned, feeling her body tighten around him as she came, her wetness soaking him as he continued to thrust into her, prolonging her release. He wasn’t far behind, the tightness of her body, the sounds of her moans pushing him closer to the edge with every movement.

He buried himself deep inside her one last time, his body shuddering as he found his own release, groaning softly against her neck as he came.

For a moment, they stayed like that, unwilling to move.

Finally, he pulled back slightly as he looked at her, searching her eyes. "That wasn’t enough. You know that, don’t you?" His voice was raspy, filled with a promise of more to come. "I’m far from done with you."

I mean the whole episode was intense and kept me on edge, but...

When the other prisoners attacked Elias for a moment I thought he got a chance to escape, but then the scissors and the black screen? I was like, oh ok, it's over for him, but... is he dead or not? Guess my heart will be aching for him and I'll never know until the beginning of season 3, thank you. ദ്ദി ༎ຶ‿༎ຶ )

But I couldn't bear the cliffhanger, so I've done my research and...

Showrunner Erica Messer reveals Voit will return in Criminal Minds: Evolution season 3 after surviving a prison attack.

Oh my... He's fine. (ˊ•͈ ◡ •͈ˋ)

The BAU continues to face their greatest challenge yet, as Sicarius has proven to be a worthy adversary for the profilers.

Yes, indeed he is. ^^

Later that day Evelyn noticed that the front door, usually locked solid, hung ajar. Disbelief crossed her face. Elias wouldn't be so careless, leaving the door unlocked. The door was open on purpose.

She walked towards them and peeked outside. The sound of rhythmic chopping drew her attention. It came from the back of the cabin. Curiosity got the better of her, and she followed the sound. The area at the back of the cabin was bathed in the golden light of the afternoon sun. And there, in the center, stood Elias.

He was shirtless, his toned back and his muscles glistening with sweat. He was holding an axe and swinging it with ease, each hit splitting a log with a loud crack.

The image of him was captivating. He was everything she wasn't – controlled, disciplined, a stark contrast to the impulsive chaos that lived within her. She couldn't help herself and drifted closer, mesmerized by the display of his strength. She wanted to watch, just for a moment...

The rhythmic chopping stopped suddenly. He turned, his gaze landing directly on her. He smirked as he caught the blush creeping up her cheeks. The look on her face told him everything he needed to know.

His plan to bait her was unfolding perfectly.

"Enjoying the view?" he teased arching his brows, his voice casual, almost indifferent.

She stiffened, forcing a nonchalant shrug. "Just… surprised to see you chopping wood and... shirtless." The last word came out as a mumble, only deepening her blush.

He raised an eyebrow. "Does it bother you?"

He took a deliberate step closer, she could fell the heat of his body radiating towards her even across the distance.

"Please, you're not that impressive." she retorted, but her tone lacked conviction.

He knew she was trying to maintain her composure, but her act was transparent. Amateur, he thought with amusement. She was terrible at playing indifferent. He'd seen seasoned criminals maintain a poker face under torture; her attempt was as transparent as a child's lie.

"Liar." he simply stated.

She opened her mouth ready to defend her lie. But as she was preparing herself to argue with him, he turned his attention back to the task at hand, lifting another log onto the chopping block.

"Anyway." He said gesturing at the logs, not looking at her. "I could use some help stacking these logs. Unless you'd rather head back inside, unimpressed by my strength."

The sudden casual dismissal, as if he didn't care at all, left her momentarily stunned.

She watched him for a moment as he chopped another log. The sudden shift in his behavior, his nonchalant demeanor, left her feel... ignored? She was upset, not only because this was a clear manipulation but also because of the unsettling realization that she might actually wanted his attention. That she might liked the idea of his mouth back on hers, on his body pressed against her. That she might liked him.

No, no, no...she had to deflect it.

He turned to her once again, waiting for her answer. "Sooo?"

Before she could stop herself, the words spilled out of her. "Don't think for a second that I don't know what you're doing. It won't work! I'm not attracted to you in a way you think, despite of what we did. I don't like you!" Her voice was shaky, betraying the truth behind her denial. "You're a criminal, and I'm not that crazy to get involved in some… some cheap, meaningless affair with you. You have no power over me. You're not even that good-looking." The last statement was an obvious lie, as much to herself as to him.

Her voice rose to a near shout, a desperate and probably pathetic attempt to silence the traitorous whisper of her own heart.

"Back at the mansion I... what happened, what I allowed to happen was because…" she stammered, her mind a chaotic mess as she struggled to find a solid reason and articulate her confusion. "Because it was… It doesn't matter why." She shook her head. "It won't happen again, it can't happen again, so don't even think that you can just…" Her voice trailed off, her hands gesturing wildly as if trying to physically describe his manipulation.

The outburst wasn't the powerful declaration she'd wanted to achieve, but at least, she thought with a shaky breath, she'd managed to expel some steam.

He stood there, axe in hand. It was funny to look at her passionate denial. It was good. Her outburst, though clumsy and filled with transparent lies, was far more entertaining than a simple retreat. He'd hoped for a strong reaction and she had delivered. He set the axe down, wiping the sweat from his brow, and took a step closer to her.

His voice was low, measured. "You keep telling yourself that, Evelyn. But we both know that I'm having this effect on you that makes your knees go weak and your pants get soaked and you can't ignore it, no matter how hard you try." He paused, letting his words sink in. "And denying what you need that would help you finally satisfy yourself? That won't make it go away. You're just lying to yourself."

He watched as her expression shifted from frustration to astonishment. His gaze lingering on the rapid rise and fall of her chest.

"As for power." he added, his tone softer but no less intense. "you underestimate the pull you have, Evelyn. You may not see it, but you've already disrupted the carefully orchestrated game I was playing." With that, he turned back to the woodpile, picking up the axe once more, leaving her to struggle with her emotions.

They both were quiet for a moment, before he broke the silence sensing her presence still behind him.

"I. Don't. Like. You." he repeated her words to himself but loudly enough for her to hear it too, mimicking her tone for emphasis, but clearly mocking her. He'd been trying to be serious about her outburst a moment ago, but her obvious lie and the way she'd delivered it, was too funny to let it slip.

He straitened up and put the axe down again, his hands on his hips as he turned to her. "You know, it's weird how desperately convincing you've tried to sound, because your body tells a different story, sunshine. Maybe you should trust your instincts more… or trust me. But that's the problem, isn't it? You're afraid of giving in, because you think you can't trust me." his tone soft but teasing. "But you know that you will give in eventually, just like in the mansion, just like after the wine session... Just like before, and it makes you angry."

She glared at him. "No. Whatever you think may happen between us, it won't." she said, but her voice sounded even less certain than before.

"Let's put that to the test, hmm?" he suggested, his tone deceptively casual. "A little trust exercise. What do you say, princess?"

She hesitated, her pride was warring with her logic. "Trust exercise? You want me to trust you?"

"I want to prove it to you that you can trust me, despite how difficult it seems to you. Because not trusting me isn't the real issue here. If you give me and yourself a chance and trust me for a moment, you'll see what I'm talking about."

She crossed her arms thinking about it. She didn't agree with him. He couldn't be trusted because of who he was and the problem laid exactly there. But if he thought that he could prove something else... that was the issue, right? A vicious circle of wanting to trust him but not being able to.

After a moment and a long sigh, she asked. "What do you have in mind?"

"Ever chopped wood before?"

She shook her head, confused. "No."

His lips curved into a smile. "Come over here." He said as he picked up the axe and handed it to her. She took it and weighted it in her hands, it was heavier than she'd thought. She wasn't sure if she could handle it even though it looked easy, but there was first time for everything, right? And hey, if she didn't like this exercise she could use the axe on him, she thought smirking.

"Don't even think about it. You'd accidentally hurt yourself before you hurt me." He warned her as if reading her mind.

She rolled her eyes. "So what this exercise is about?"

"I'll help you chop it, but you have to trust me in this." He said as he positioned himself behind her and wrapped his arms around her. His hands over hers on the axe handle, guiding her grip.

"Now, let me guide you..." He said softly.

Their bodies were pressed together in a way that was both intimate and unsettling. He basically enveloped her with his body, his scent and heat surrounded her senses and she held her breath for a moment to remain calm.

"Close your eyes." he murmured, his breath warm against her ear, his voice another thing that made her shiver.

Feeling his bare chest pressed against her back, the closeness was almost overwhelming. She hesitated for a moment, but with a deep breath, she squeezed her eyes shut, focusing on the axe.

For a moment, he reveled in the physical contact, the feel of her delicate form pressed against him and the scent of her hair shampoo filling his nose.

Pushing the thought aside, he focused on the task.

"Trust me." he murmured in a husky whisper. "You'll be fine."

He could feel her tension, the way her body trembled ever so slightly. He tightened his grip on the axe handle, guiding her hands upwards. Then, with a swift, controlled motion, he brought the axe sharply down.

The wood cracked splitting in half. He held the axe suspended for a moment before he released his hold on her, stepping back just a tiny bit.

Still holding the axe she opened her eyes, blinking against the sudden sunlight. Her gaze fell upon the perfectly split log.

"See, not so scary, was it?" he said. "Trusting me, letting go of control… it doesn't have to be something to fear. I know what I'm doing, Evelyn. I can guide us, if you let me."

Of course she understood what he was trying to say. That it was safe to trust him, that he could guide her to accomplish something together. That letting him being in control didn't have to end up badly for her… But would it really be like that?

She spun around, her back slammed into his chest as she met his gaze. His nearness was an intoxicating distraction, that made it difficult to think clearly.

"Clever allegory." she finally managed to say, her voice tight. "But it doesn't prove anything, I still refuse to believe that the real issue lies elsewhere. And that I'll ever give in to you."

He smirked aware of her body reaction and internal conflict. He was already considering another exercise, another opportunity to push her boundaries and confront her denial head-on.

"Let's see how strong your convictions are." he said. "You can put the axe down."

She did what he said propping the axe against the log. He took a few steps back, finally giving her some space.

"Close your eyes, and don't open them until I say. Let me take control." he continued searching for her gaze. "Unless, of course, you'd rather retreat back to the safety of your denial and empty lies?"

She glared at him, knowing he was baiting her, but also putting her in a position where she couldn't say no, cause her retreat would only prove him right.

"No, why would I retreat? I'm having fun." she forced a smile, clearly sarcastic.

"Excellent. Close your eyes." he instructed with a playful command. "And this time, keep them closed until I tell you otherwise. Trust is key, remember?"

Not knowing what he was up to, but not wanting to pull back on, she fluttered her eyes shut. She stood there, tense and uncertain, every nerve on edge. He didn't approach her immediately, letting the suspense build, deepening her uncertainty. He circled slowly around her, his footsteps rustling the leaves on the ground. Her head slightly tilted, following the sound. Finally, he stopped behind her, close enough for her to feel his scent. With a slow movement his fingers gently took her chin, tilting her head up, exposing the vulnerable curve of her neck. Her entire body went rigid, unsure of what was coming next. The anticipation was almost unbearable.

"This is your chance to prove it." he whispered with a dangerous undercurrent. "Prove that everything you said before was true. Prove that you're not attracted to me. That you'll never give in. All you have to do is… resist."

Before she could even open her mouth to protest, he leaned in, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of her neck. He lingered there for a moment, slightly licking the spot as his other hand wrapped around her waist. It was maddeningly gentle, he was teasing her with the possibility of more. Her hands clenched into fists at her sides, every muscle in her body straining with the effort to resist the pull towards him. But when he captured her lips with his, all her resolve crumbled. She found herself responding against her better judgment.

It was a slow exploration, a testing of the waters. He wanted to see her reaction, to see if denial would triumph over the undeniable chemistry between them.

A strangled sound escaped her, half gasp, half choked protest. This wasn't supposed to happen. She was supposed to resist him, to hold onto her hatred and distrust.

The kiss deepened, and she turned to face him, her hands reaching up to rested on his shoulders. He tasted the lie on her lips, the denial she clung to so desperately. But with each passing moment, the resistance becoming weaker. A soft moan escaped her lips, a sound that aroused him.

This wasn't about trusting him, a harsh realization dawned on her. It was about trusting herself, the very part of her she'd spent so long suppressing. The real issue he'd been talking about. She struggled with trusting herself more than with trusting him.

He pulled back slightly, his eyes, usually calculating and cool, now filled with desire and hunger.

"So much for not being attracted."

He brushed his thumb across her bottom lip, a silent demand to open them wider, but she closed her mouth not wanting to give him a full satisfaction of bending her will completely.

"Still a stubborn little brat, aren't we?" he smirked. It was fine, he liked to work with a little disobedience.

He leaned in again and kissed her, parting her lips with his tongue. His hand slipped down her back, pressing her body flush against his. He wanted her to feel the length of his desire, the arousal that he felt because of her. He intended to show her exactly how much he wanted her, and how futile her remaining resistance truly was.

When he finally pulled back, she was left breathless. She knew it was useless to deny him anymore. She failed this exercise, but did she really mind?

"Let's go inside."

It wasn't a question, it was a command, one she found herself powerless to resist. Her steps were unsteady, but her body followed him without hesitation, and as they crossed the threshold, she knew there was no turning back from this moment.

The cabin door slammed shut behind them. He didn't waste any time. His grip on her tightened, as he led her straight to her room. He pushed her slightly inside before his hands grabbed her shirt and pulled it up, taking it off. His lips met hers again, as he reached at her back to unclip her bra.

He wasn't interested in a slow, drawn-out foreplay. He didn't care about slow reveals, about building anticipation. He craved the feel of her bare skin against his, of himself being inside her. He'd waited long enough already.

He felt her body tensed slightly. Her hands on his chest, once pulling him closer, now pressed against him in a weak attempt to slow him down. He smirked with amusement. She was aware of the choices she was making, however fleeting that awareness might be. But her resistance was weak, easily broken by his touch.

"Scared?" he murmured in a husky voice, looking for a sign in her eyes that could indicate that she didn't want him to continue, but all he found was excitement, a firm resolution with a hint of nervousness and self-conscious.

She was a bit scared, but it wasn't that kind of scare that would make her want to flee. Quite the contrary.

"A little bit scared, but... it makes me pretty pumped." She replied honestly, but with a hint of shyness, knowing that he understood what she meant. "Just...slow down, would you?"

He tilted his head as if considering her request, before he looked down at her bare breast and her nipples harden with arousal. No, he didn't plan to slow down, he wouldn't let the fragile hesitation derail their momentum. He wrapped his arm possessively around her waist and kissed her again.

A tremor ran down her spine, she could feel her body reacted with an unexpected submission. It both terrified her and made her more aroused. The sound she made against his mouth, a soft, breathy moan, was pure lust that made him growl.

He pushed her on the bed and came on top of her, recreating the abruptly broken moment at the mansion. But this time he wouldn't stop, this time he would take what belonged to him.

He quickly removed her jeans and every last piece of barrier there was. She laid there completely exposed and panting with anticipation, watching him taking off his own clothes. His cock hung freely as he removed his boxers, hard and longing for her warm walls.

She had a brief moment to comprehend the situation, to grasp the weight of their actions. She was aware that this moment would change their dynamic, rewrite her role in his life and probably complicate their relation even more, but the consequences seemed to be a distant thing now, a minor issue she could deal with later.

He climbed back on top of her, his hands instantly on her body, exploring her curves with a possessive intensity. With one hand he grabbed her boob and his fingers twisted her nipple, making her gasp from pleasure and slightly pain. His mouth and teeth marking her neck with hunger and urgency she'd never experienced before. It was a little bit too much, too overwhelming. Her hands landed on his back trying to hold onto something. When his lips captured hers, the strangled sound she made morphed into a desperate plea, but what was she begging for exactly, she wasn't sure.

But one thing was certain, Elias wasn't a gentle man, and this wouldn't be a gentle sex.

He intended to overwhelm her, to take her apart, to break down any defiance that left in her. He wanted her surrender to be complete. And if that would happen to be too much for her?

Oh well, he thought, she'd seen that coming.

He reached down with one hand, his fingers slid up and down her already wet folds with pleasurable strength, making her moan against his lips. When he finally pulled back and looked down at her, his eyes blazed with a possessive hunger that made her whimper with plead. He studied her for a moment. Overwhelming pleasure? Yes. Craving for more? Also yes. Fear? Maybe a little bit.

Her warm and wet walls swallowed two of his fingers as he scissored them in and out, hitting the sweet spot inside her.

"Feels good, doesn't it?" He asked in a low husky voice, watching her nodding her head, but not being able to answer.

He enjoyed watching her so vulnerable, so responding to him. He had a power over her and it only made his lust blistering, his cock almost painfully hard, demanding an action. He couldn't wait to finally be inside her, to claim her wholly and mark her as his. He could see that her breath also fastened and her cheeks colored with lovely pink. But he didn't let her relish this moment for much longer as he pulled his fingers out way too quickly.

"Not yet." He said, his voice low and commanded. "Spread your legs open for me."

She groaned dissatisfied, but did as he told her. He positioned himself between her legs and lowered his body. His cock pressed against her entrance as he pushed his hips forward with no warning. It was clear he wasn't waiting for permission, he was taking what he craved.

Her fingers curled on his back, scratching his skin at the sudden sensation of his cock sliding inside her with one swift motion.

"Fuck." She breathed closing her eyes.

It hurt a little, but the fullness she felt when he was all in, the pleasure it gave her, was intoxicating.

He looked down at her and started moving, relatively slow at first, savoring the feeling of her walls around his throbbing member, the delicious look on her face and the realization that she was finally his.

She opened up her eyes, his face was so close, his lips parted as he moved in and out. She pulled him even closer, feeling the weight of his body pressing her down to the bed. Their bodies closed any gaps that were between them as he leaned down and nibbled on her neck. She slid her fingers in his wavy hair and pulled back a little when his love bites got sharper, almost painful. He hissed and bit her neck in respond sucking on her skin until he left a big red mark there. It was clear that he was the one in control, the one who dictated the terms, and her subtle attempt to slow him down, only made him go rougher on her.

And weirdly, a part of her that she'd been barely aware of before, didn't mind that at all. His dominance fulfilled her hidden need to be completely at his mercy, to be completely submitted to him. It was something she didn't know she had in her. It was a revelation.

When he fastened the pace she tried to match his urgency, her hands roaming over his back, her nails digging into his skin, her lips capturing his. A guttural sound, a desperate need, he ripped from her throat as he pushed himself a little deeper inside her.

He reveled in her unrestrained passion, the way she met his every touch with a demanding fervor of her own. She wasn't just giving herself to him, she was taking him in return, demanding as much as she gave. He didn't mind, not entirely. He guided her with a firm hand, dictating the pace and the rhythm. He was in control and she had to obey.

"You're so fucking wet, jesus..." He said half in disbelief, half praising her as he slightly changed his position. Now he was pounding into her from a different angle, hitting a different spot. His hand reached down and rubbed her clit.

"Elias, I... I'm going t-to..." she moaned with her eyes closed.

He suddenly stopped and withdrew his hand to her displeasure. "No." He growled.

She tried to protest, but he silenced her with his hand. "You will come only if and when I say so. Understand?"

"Yes." she muffled, unused to this kind of dynamic in bed.

Satisfied by her respond he took her hand off her mouth and he changed his position once more. This time to go deeper.

She tried to withhold herself, but it was difficult, her pussy was throbbing, aching for release.

"Elias, please... Please, let me..."

Her begging was a symphony to his ears, a nice contrast to her usual dull defiance. He couldn't help and prolonged this little torture for a bit longer before he finally let her come. When the release came he watched her body stiffed, her back arched, her mouth open wide. She wriggled her legs and moaned his name over and over in a daze as he pounded inside her, until her orgasm subsided.

He gasped feeling shivers run down his body. It was an image that would be imprinted on his mind forever.

"You look incredible like that." He whispered with a softer voice that surprised even him, watching her smiling.

At this moment he knew she was hoping for him to slow down or even stop to let her catch a break, but he did none of that. Instead he fastened his pace pinning her down to the mattress again. She gasped in surprise.

"Wait..." She tried to stop him, but he only growled, focused on his own pleasure now, ignoring her plead. He kept pushing faster and harder, pulling one of her leg up to go even deeper. She squirmed and wriggled underneath him, his named rolled off of her lips like a whimper.

"Elias, s-slow down... I , I can't... take... it."

The sensation overwhelmed her oversensitive body. The pleasure he'd given her a second ago mixed now with roughness and pain that consumed her entirely. She was falling apart underneath him and it was too much to handle.

His reply however was far from what she excepted. Gone was the soft tone, replaced by a command.

"I don't care if you can't, you fucking will."

Her hands moved to his chest in a weak clumsy attempt to slow him down, but he quickly shifted and grabbed them, pinning them above her head.

"Stay still for me, I won't repeat myself."

She wriggled some more unable to control herself. It was too much, too fast, too rough but surprisingly not unpleasant. Her body ached with a new unexpected sensation, a pleasant tremor that boded another orgasm. She surrendered to him, her legs wrapped around his hips as she came the second time in hot waves, stronger than before.

He growled feeling her orgasm around his shaft. He was trying to push deeper, but his moves became more shaky, his pace more unsteady and soon after, he followed, releasing himself inside of her.

"Fuck!" He growled as he closed his eyes shut.

The warm spurts of his cum filled her fully as he pushed himself all the way in, his body shaking in ecstasy. After a moment he lowered himself on top of her, releasing her hands, but not pulling out. He hid his head in the crook of her neck, panting heavily.