Page 24 of Shiny Things

I was hungry for her and excited to memorize every inch of her body.

With ease, I lifted her into my arms, and she naturally wrapped her legs around my waist, putting her core exactly where I wanted it.

She moaned against my lips as our tongues danced.

I reached for the doorknob, but she hadn’t yet unlocked the damn thing. Kicking out hard, I heard the wood crack as the door swung open.

She pulled back in shock, but there was still a haze of lust over her eyes.

“I’ll fix it later.”

Walking her across the threshold, I kicked it back into place and then carried her straight to her bed. Her place was small, and I had long since memorized it. I had spent countless nights in feathers watching her through her windows.

Sometimes it made me feel like a creep. My sister had been stalked by an obsessive asshole. How was I really any different?

Because she was meant to be mine,I told myself.

Pushing all thoughts from my mind, I focused on Kim. She’d never let me get this close before. I wasn’t going to waste this opportunity.

Trailing light kisses down her neck, I reached her breast. Her little moans and mews spurred me on as I savored her until her hips were bucking beneath me.

“Elias,” she moaned, practically begging me for more.

“What do you need, beautiful?”

“You,” she said with perfect clarity.

I kissed her hard as my fingers toyed at the apex of her womanhood. She was so tight, but hot and wet for me. I couldn’t wait to sink myself inside her. More than that though, I desperately needed to watch her come for me.

My fingers dipped into her heat as she squirmed and then started to relax and enjoy herself. I watched as the emotions played out across her face until she could no longer lay still.

She grabbed my shoulders and held on as she cried out her orgasm saying my name over and over.

I growled as I positioned myself over her and pressed inside with one swift thrust. I felt the barrier within her burst, and I froze.

A virgin? Kim was a virgin? But I’d heard the rumors of her teen years. And as much as I hated it, I knew there had been others. They’d bragged about it even. Yet there was no way I had mistaken what just happened.

I’d just taken her virginity. There was no turning back now, and if this was truly her first time, I wanted to make damn sure it was good for her.

Holding back my own desires, I slowed our pace and helped her find a groove that seemed to feel good for her.

In that moment, my own needs meant nothing to me as I focused solely on her.

When she didn’t seem to know what she wanted or needed as she slowly rose to another climax, I picked up the pace of our lovemaking.

I’d never felt so connected to another person before. She was my everything. I knew I already had an addiction problem when it came to her, but that was never going to change after this.

When she started to reach her peak, she clawed at my back and lost all sense of rhythm. Seeing her wild and uninhibited like this did something to me, and I had to bite down the urge to unload. I was so close, but so was she.

I reached down between us and touched her while at the same time sucking one pert nipple hard into my mouth, letting my teeth scrap against her sensitive nerves.

Her head was thrown back as she cried out. Her body tensed around me until I couldn’t take even a second longer. Together we came, together we rocked and rode out the storm of ecstasy, and together we collapsed in a sweaty, panting heap on her bed.

She still clung tightly to me as emotions rolled through us.

I was speechless. I had no idea that sex could be that intimate and all-consuming.

Looking deeply into her eyes, I knew this was different. This was love.

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