His To Claim

Tender Moments

Elizah's eyes widened a fraction when he finally saw who had robbed him off of his peace. It was her.

Sabrina craned her neck and took in his perfect face. The water turned red on touching his body. The drops of water were dripping down his hair, making him look even more irresistible. She was fascinated and so was he. She only reached to his chest and this fact gave him utter satisfaction. Whereas she looked like a fragile flower, he resembled a mountain that could easily crush her but he had no intention of crushing her, he was meant to protect her.

The water was raining down on them as they stared into each other's eyes. Elizah couldn't resist his eyes from moving down towards her soft lumps. Sabrina took a deep breath in nervousness, causing her chest to rise as he fixed his gaze on her breasts. He swallowed hard, feeling suddenly thirsty, as he stared, transfixed, at the two pink peeks adorning her soft globes.

He wondered how would they feel in his mouth. She wanted him to take them in his mouth. When he made no efforts but just kept staring greedily, Sabrina decided to take things into her own hand.

She covered his hand that was on her waist and guided it up towards her chest. His gaze flickered to meet hers. He couldn't understand what he was doing until she placed his hand on her breast. She made him squeeze her bosom. She closed her eyes, threw her head back and bit her lips when a delicious electric shock ran through her body.

He liked the way she bit her lips. It was erotic. He wanted to see it again. Watching her, he skimmed his thumb over her hardened n****e. She clutched at his bulky biceps, bit her lips, and let out a soft moan, making him hard.

Enjoying her reaction, he rolled and tweaked her n****e all the while watching her whimpering and moaning. She was a sight.

She opened her eyes and looked at him pleadingly. No words were needed to exchange to know what was she begging her. His mouth around her t**s.

He couldn't fight his lust for this girl anymore. He brought his face closer to her breast and blew a hot breath on her n****e, making her legs tremble. She held tightly to his shoulder.

Elizah flicked out his tongue to lick her n****e when an animal noise from distance interrupted their moment. Elizah stilled, suddenly realising what he was doing.

What on earth he was doing? He drew away immediately and casted an accusatory glance at Sabrina. Before Sabrina could process, he pushed her away, making her stumble and fall on a rock, and turned around. Not sparing her another glance, he stormed out the water.

Tears filled her blue eyes. She dejectedly wrapped her arms around her waist while watching him go. He also feels the connection then why was he pushing her away?

After a few minutes of mopping in silence, she also walked out the lake and wore back her clothes. Elizah was already there, discussing something with his men. Everyone looked towards her when she came back, except for him. He acted as if she didn't even exist and that hurt.

"We are riding now. Get the horses," this is all Elizah said before heading towards his horse.

The day went uneventfully. Elizah, intentionally kept a good distance between them. Whereas her eyes were always on the search for him, he not for once turned to look at her. He was avoiding her. Sabrina tried her best to hold back her tears but sometimes they leaked out. She didn't want anyone to catch her weeping so she wiped them off instantly.

They decided to halt for the night when the sun went down.

Elizah, after fixing the camp, remained in his tent. He even ate his food in his camp. Sabrina knew why? He was still avoiding her. After dinner, she went inside her tent, threw herself into her makeshift bed, and finally let tears pour out of her eyes. She wailed for hours. Her heart was aching excruciatingly. It felt as if someone had twisted it painfully.

Once she got drained of tears, she decided to go out and take a fresh breath.

Grabbing her stall, she came out of her camp and stood in front of her entrance. The wind was chilly but made her feel at ease.

She took a deep breath and exhaled quickly when she heard a moan. Her ears perked up and her gaze drifted in the direction the sound came from.

Another breathless moan echoed in the air helping her detect the camp from where it was sourcing. Her heart gave a painful jolt at the realization.

It was coming from inside his tent.

Another moan mixed with a deep grunt rung in the air, causing a piercing pain to spear through her chest. That animalistic grunt was his.

She put her hand on her mouth as tears washed down her eyes. He was with someone.

Not being able to hear it anymore, she rushed back into her tent. She got on her bed and buried her face into her bedspread.

She cried till the morning, the sound of their grunts and moans kept haunting her throughout the night.