I should say no. I should shove him away, but the way his muscles are shaking like he can barely restrain himself, the people now fucking in the other room—it renders me unable tothink.
I want to know what it feels like to let go, to do things I shouldn’t. For onenight.
“Tell me yes.” The desperation in his voice comes off as aplea.
“Yes,” I whisper, and he rips me from the wall, carrying me down thehall.
“They can watch,” he kisses me again. “They can get close enough that they can almost taste your pussy, but they’re not touchingyou.”
He bumps into an open doorway. “I want them to see how your cheeks blush the perfect shade of pink when you come.” A door closes behind us. “I want them to hear how you say my name like a prayer.” The lock clicks, then he drops me on a bed. The scent of lavender floats up from the soft sheets. It’s so dark, I can’t see, but I can hear him unfastening his pants, his clothes rustling as he strips. The mattress dips, and then his heavyweight is over me. Naked andwarm.
“And that’s the problem, Demi,” he whispers. “I want all those things, but what I want more, is just this.” He grabs my chin, then presses a reverent kiss on mylips.
There’s no one else in this room. It’s justus.
“Only you,” he says, then moves away. A wrapper tears before he settles back between my thighs, slipping his arms beneath mine and placing his hands on my shoulder for leverage. He stills just when he nudges myentrance.
I’ve been debased to the most basic of human instincts, survival is no longer important. Just this. Just him. Everything comes to a sobering halt. All those words, the things outside that locked door, are fantasy, but us—this—isreal.
Elijah takes a breath, dropping his head to my shoulder. “I’ve wanted you since the first time I laid eyes on you,” he says. “But the last thing I wanted to do was hurtyou.”
That could mean eight-hundred differentthings.
His hold on my shoulders tightens. I expect him to slam into me hard and brutal, but instead, he painstakingly sinks into me, only to stall. His teeth bite into his bottom lip on a silent hiss. I whimper and claw at his back, needing all of him. I grab on, pulling him close. “Please. Fucking please,Elijah.”
“Jesus Christ.” His warm breath fans over my neck, his hard chest presses against my breasts, and I arch my back, attempting to draw him deeper. But still, he doesn’t budge. He remains barely inside me, his face hovering overmine.
And then he pushes into me completely, and we fit together like a lock andkey.
My nails dig into his broad back. My eyes close on a sigh. This is everything right now. The relief, the feeling that the entire world begins and ends with us in this bed, limbs tangled, mouths together—it’s every-fucking-thing.
“Fuck.” His teeth dig into the sensitive flesh between my neck and collarbone. “I care more about you than I know what to do with.” He moves insideme.
“Don’t tell me things like that,” I whisper, raking my nails over hisback.
“It’s true. This—” He pushes into me so deep my breath catches. “This isn’t something you feel with just anyone. Trustme.”
A twinge of pleasing pain shoots through me, and I grind against him, seeking more. “Elijah…” I dig my nails into his shoulderblades.
“Tell me this isn’t real.” He rolls his hips, coaxing small ohs and ahs from me. “Because this is the realest goddamn thing I’ve everfelt.”
He’s right. It is. And it terrifiesme.
“I never had a fantasy until I met you,” he whispers, placing a kiss to my neck before he grabs myhips.
With one swift movement, he rolls onto his back, gracefully carrying me withhim.
My palms land on his chest, and I still with him inside me. Our eyes lock as I move slowly and fluidly. “You’re so fuckingperfect.”
His hands grip my hips in a bruising hold as he guides me like I knew he would when we danced on the rooftop. I wish I could break our stare, because it’s making me hope this is real when it never can be. We’re two different people from two different places in life. Different worlds, but here, in this bed, things which can’t be spoken bleed into our movements, and it’s perfect. This is what love should be. All consuming. Unstoppable. Something that makes no sense in a world that’s toorational.
“Jesus, woman,” he groans, crossing his arms around my back and sitting up, so we’re face to face. His fingers rake through my hair, and he pulls me close to him, skin to skin with open-mouthedkisses.
Each soft brush of his chest against my breasts, each gentle tug on my hair, every kiss and roll of his lips drag me deeper into some hopeless realm he’s created. I’m so lost in him that it would almost be right to whisper, “I love you,” but even if I wanted to, I couldn’t. Because every time I open my mouth to swear or moan, he moves again. Hitting places that have never been touched, and I can’t form one syllable, not a singlesound.
Fisting my hair, he tugs my head back. His tongue trails my neck to my ear. “I would give up everything for you if Icould.”
His touch and words, the gentleness of this act when I expected it to be savage, it’s built to the point my body can bear no more. A wave of pleasure pours over me like molten lava, destroying and scorching everything in its path. And just as soon as that first wave subsides, another rolls in hard and swift. Then a third that consumes every last nerve ending and sends them up in ablaze.
I claw at his back, begging him not to stop, and hedoesn’t.
I’m breathless, my muscles shaking when he pushes into me on a string of curse words, then stills with his finger tangled in my hair, his arms like a prison across myback.
And then he collapses onto the bed dragging me down withhim.
I’m lost, because I’mruined.
