I'm actually red in the face right now. I don't think I've ever written anything like this. I know it took AGES to update, but I really wanted to convey this song through them. And I've been really busy as well. I graduate with my Bachelor's soon, and I will be continuing with my Master's. I should've just stuck with English and started writing!

But, I love my major now, and I've worked for my degree. I am so excited, and I am so ready to share this with you guys. I'm hoping that this is up before Friday, but if not, please spare me! This may be the last chapter of Hunger, but if you'd like a new story, please don't hesitate to let me know and give me ideas.

Chapter 4 of Hunger starts NOW!

And as one year turns into two, I'm still not over you...

Fucking Animalistic. Raw. Unrestrained. That's all that could describe the flame that had been set ablaze between them. Nothing had ever burned brighter, had singed their hearts more than this enigmatic tethering between them. Their lips met and detached with such ferocity and unhinged passion, and Olivia was swearing that her lips would be bruised tomorrow. If they had it their way, everything would be unashamedly bruised and deliciously sore.

The heat from his body on hers and the feel of his lips entangling with hers was enough to silence every alarm bell ringing in her head.

Elliot. Fucking Elliot. He had his hands all over her, her robe slipping further off of her shoulders and threatening to expose the underneath. His lips trailed a path down from her lips, mapped across her cheek and traveled down her jaw before finding their new destination between the juncture of her neck. Fuck did it feel good. Better than good.

"N-no marks, El," she moaned. She was in pure and utter bliss. Her body was ablaze, and there was no putting out the flame that had been set. He wondered what would happen if he left just one tiny mark. He wanted her. His need for her at that moment was so carnal. His hands pushed the silk fabric of her robe over her shoulders, and she allowed it to slip to her hips as his hands skimmed the sides of her breasts. He removed his lips from her neck and looked at her.

"Liv-"

"Yes, please Elliot."

She didn't have to tell him twice. He took her breasts into his hands as his lips and hers battled for the dominance they both craved. His tongue ran over her bottom lip, and a rush of white heat shot down to her core. She opened her mouth to him and leaned back, allowing him to fall on top of her, hands never leaving the mounds of flesh. He pulled at each nipple, eliciting a moan from her. He toyed with her for just a minute longer before his mouth replaced his left hand and his left hand trailed further down. The robe was still tied, and Elliot had to relinquish his right hand's duty of twisting and caressing Olivia's distended nipple in order to untie it. Olivia groaned under him and bucked her hips to meet his and fuck if that wasn't the hottest thing Elliot had witnessed from her tonight.

"Elliot, please. I need-"

"I know."

He finally untied the knot, and with consent already given, he pushed the silk robe from her body, leaving her bare in front of him. He had lied to himself because this was the hottest thing he'd witnessed tonight. He'd finally gotten what his heart desired, and now, he was about to get what his body craved.He was connecting the other half of his soul. He tossed the silk fabric somewhere away from him and allowed his hands to learn her body in this way. A new way.

She allowed her hands to create a road map across his chest and find a new destination with every stop of them. His mouth descended to her chest, mouth filled with one nipple and the other nipple occupied by his hands. Olivia tossed her head back and let out a deep groan because if it felt this good from just his mouth imagine...

"Elliot," she whined underneath him. She'd never gotten off just from someone fondling her breasts, but this man, the man she loved with all her heart and soul, was bringing out new reactions and feelings that she'd never felt with anyone in her past. Elliot swapped duties and, when he was satisfied with his work, (and Olivia's whimpers and moans), his lips traveled from the valley of her breasts to the freshly shaved mound of her pussy.

"El, please, don't tease me," she whined more, her hands finding something to grab onto. She was already close from his hands and mouth on her chest, but if he didn't put his mouth on her soon, she was sure she'd combust right then and there.

"Mmm, listen to you. You whining for me. What do you need, Liv? Hm? My mouth? Tongue? Fingers?" He leaned forward and kissed the hood of her clit, and she moaned and bucked her hips to him, desperate for more friction. She was desperate for a release that was 14 years in the making, and he was denying her.

"A-Anything, God please. I just need-" she was cut off by the swipe of his fingers through her folds, her wetness, and the whimper she let out gave him more satisfaction than he ever thought it would. And the sole fact that it was her making those noises for him-

"Hm? What is it, Liv? What do you need?" He asked again as his fingers toyed with the area around her pussy, making her jolt and her stomach contract in anticipation.

"You, I need you, El. All of you. Please."

"With pleasure."

And with that, he dove in, taking her lower lips between his and ravishing her through her wetness like she would be his last meal. Her moans grew higher and higher as his tongue plunged deeper and deeper, his hands finding their way to her breasts to tease her already rock-hard nipples. He's been missing out, but he's here now.

"Oh, El- I'm s-so close," her body began trembling, and, as much as Elliot couldn't wait for her to come undone along his tongue so he could taste more of her, he wasn't quite ready for this to end. He pulled back and removed his hands from her breasts.

"Hm, I can't have you cumming yet," he told her. If looks could kill, he'd be dying one hell of a death. She sat up straight off the couch, almost knocking him off.

"What the fuck, Elliot?" She seethed. Her voice groveled as she spoke, the pleasure slowly making its way out of her body. He said nothing; instead, he quickly stripped himself of his clothes, leaving him in his boxers. He grabbed her from the couch and threw her over his shoulders.

"What in the world are you doing?" She asked him as he started walking. Without answering her verbally, he took the hand that wasn't anchoring Olivia to his shoulder and shoved two fingers inside of her, catching the feisty brunette off guard.

She moaned and started pleading for her release, but he just fingered her lazily as they walked to her bedroom. If this is what heaven felt like, he wanted to stay here forever. Her body was an addiction, and he was an addict chasing his poison.

He removed his fingers from her heat, and Elliot tossed Olivia on the bed. He quickly climbed back over her and dropped his lips to her. Her hands found their way around his neck, pressing her nails into his neck. She was marking him in half crescents, and his marks on her would be finger bruises from gripping her so tight.

"Liv, can I have a proper taste of you again? Hm? Here in your bed? Are you going to let me fuck you with my mouth again?" She moaned in response and started rocking her hips slightly as his fingers played with her clit.

"Or would you like my fingers?"

She nodded quickly, a silent plea leaving her lips.

"What about my cock, Liv? Hm? You think you can handle me?" When the last word rolled out of his mouth, she surprised him by taking her legs and flipping them over with all the strength in her body.

"Do you think you can handle me?" She asked him as she lazily rolled her hips into his. The shock in his eyes lit the fire inside of hers as she played his game right back with him. She locked her legs around his thighs so he couldn't gain control just yet. She was indulging her raw desire for this man, and damn it she wasn't letting go just yet.

"Hm? Your little tease back there really started something, but now, it's up to you. Want to finish?" She was breathy in his ear, making his cock stir even more, and obviously, she knew because fuck could she feel it. His fingers dug into her thighs, an absolute hunger burning through his body. A raw, unbridled need for each other fed this whole thing, and here they were, about to burn the whole fucking place down.

"Olivia," he groaned as she sat straight up and started rocking her hips more, chasing the high that he had snatched away. Elliot could feel her wetness seeping through his underwear, and it only made his fingers dig deeper into her thighs, leaving imprints of him. The sounds she was making above him made him move from his spots on her thighs to her breasts.

"Right there," she said, her voice full of nothing but breath. He let his hands pull and twist each nipple until she was a mess. She collapsed forward, and Elliot caught her and rolled her over, their breaths mingling as they leaned in for another kiss. After he was sure she was breathing somewhat normally again, he pulled away.

"Made a little bit of a mess, didn't we?" He growled as his fingers found their way between her folds once again. The wetness that had gathered there during her little takeover was seeping onto his fingers. She moaned as he pulled away again and it was pissing her off. He stuck his fingers that were slick with her inside of his mouth. He groaned as he sucked his fingers, her eyes watching his every move, and if it wasn't more of a turn-on now than it had been with others in the past...

"Mmm, Liv, you taste so good," Elliot said as he licked his fingers clean before making his way back down her body. His tongue found its way between her legs as he worked her up once more. Her hands fisted the sheets tightly while Elliot devoured her from the inside out and his tongue would be the death of her.

"God, Elliot. P-Please don't stop this time," she moaned as she bucked her hips up to pull him in deeper because this felt so right. So good. She felt his hands creep down from her breasts to her taut stomach and finally, finally, to where she craved him most. His fingers replaced his tongue and-

"Oh, El, that feels so good," she moaned. Two of his fingers had found their way between her lower lips, and his tongue played with her clit. And if this was how she was going to die, what a fucking way to go. The flicks of his tongue and the pounding of his fingers brought Olivia to a blinding orgasm, but he didn't stop there.

"Oh my god. Elliot!" she groaned. Another one was building right behind her second, and he showed no signs of mercy. His fingers were curling against her g-spot with every thrust, and his tongue added extra sensations, and he really needed to stop because this felt different to her-

"Ohmph, El, please. I...," she couldn't get another word out as her hips involuntarily bucked against his palm, one... two... three times-

"That's it, baby," was the last thing she heard come from him before his voice was drowned out by a flash of light and ringing in her ears. She'd never felt this with anyone, and she wasn't sure what this was. As she came down from her euphoric state, she swore she heard Elliot's chuckle.

"Liv, baby, you squirted." She opened her eyes and looked down to find Elliot's chest soaked with her. She wasn't sure whether to feel embarrassed or upset or both or neither or-

She didn't realize she had covered her face with her hands until she felt his calloused hands grab hers. His touch sent bolts through her body and she was a live wire.

"Don't be embarrassed because that was so hot, Liv. You shouldn't feel embarrassed," he whispered as her eyes found his when his hands moved hers from her face. He cupped her face and kissed her while her body shook from her blinding orgasm.

She could feel Elliot's hard bulge against her pussy, and that's when it clicked that he'd given her three releases but hadn't had one for himself. She gently flipped them over and made her way down his body, lightly sucking here and there for good measure.

"Liv, you don't have to-" she cut him off by cupping him through his thoroughly soaked underwear. She'd have to wash them for him. She'd clearly done a stand-up job of making them wet.

"Sh, I want to," she purred. As she hooked her fingers into the waistband of his fabric, she heard him inhale sharply. She pulled his boxers down in two quick motions and took to her knees. She glanced up at him through hooded eyes, and if that didn't make him harder...

Before he knew it, she had him in her mouth. He groaned the warmth her mouth provided him, and the sinful way she was caressing his dick with her tongue would send him falling from his high at any moment, and she had barely started. Her hand wrapped around his shaft and started pumping while she leaned back and licked the tip.

"Fuck, Olivia," he growled. She only hummed in response, sending all sorts of shocks and vibrations through him. He bucked into her mouth, making her gag. Before he could pull away to check on her, she placed more weight on his calves and pressed her palms into his thighs. He was close, and he didn't want to explode inside her mouth. He wanted her, and he wanted her now. Hopefully, there would be other times when he could unload himself down her throat, but in this very erotic moment, he wanted to fuck her senselessly but make love to her like he'd never see her again. With everything in him, he reached up and pulled her to his face. He flipped them over and guided himself to her soaking center.

"Elliot-" but he cut her off.

"Please, Liv. Can I?" He asked, his voice full of grovel and desire. She knew he was close. Hell, she was too just by giving him a blowjob. She nodded her head. Elliot smiled, and dropped his head to kiss her as he teased her pussy. Olivia readied herself to finally feel Elliot, all of Elliot, after 15 years. She felt him pushing in, and she felt her legs falling away to give him better access. She felt him start moving, slowly.

"Oh, Elliot," she moaned again, taking her mouth away from his. She wrapped her legs around his waist while he slowly fucked into her. His lips found the crevices of her neck and started sucking, making the marks that she oh so desperately didn't want but was oh so clearly enjoying.

"Fuck, El, oh my-" she was cut off by a quick snap of his hips. Elliot lifted his head from his hiding place and looked into her eyes. He smiled deviously at her.

"So Liv, how do you want it? Fast? Slow? Hard? Soft?" He stilled himself inside of her as she tried to make him mov.

"Elliot, I don't care how you do it, but we've danced around this too long for you to be-" he kissed her and snapped his hips once more. He would do all four in a mixture. Slow and Hard, Fast and Hard, Soft and Slow... It didn't matter, as long as he was loving her the way he'd always wanted to. The way she'd always wanted to.

He started pounding his hips into hers with reckless abandon, and her nails made roads across his back, her voice pitched with moans of pleasure. He could feel her thighs starting to shake, and he felt the knot in his spine grow. She started clenching around his member and he stopped moving fast and hard to hard and slow. He ground his hips down to hers.

"Oh fuck, Elliot!" She yelped. Her nails dug into his back as she came. He rode out her orgasm before feeling his starting to explode.

"Olivia, Where-"

"Inside of me. I need to feel all of you, Elliot."

He came after three more thrusts, and she anchored him to her body. The pants of air that came from the both of them could fog up the clearest windows. Out of nowhere, Olivia started laughing. Elliot was confused. They'd just had sex, mind blowing sex, and she's laughing?

"Olivia, what-" she cut him off with a kiss to his lips. She slipped her tongue inside of his mouth, and he groaned. He never wanted to stop kissing Olivia Benson.

She pulled away from him and whispered, "We had a hunger."

He knew what she meant. They were starving for each other.

Now that they knew what it was like to truly be with the other, they'd never be satisfied apart.

We were in love. We were starving. We had a hunger then.