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His breath fans hot across my cheek. “I want to be balls deep inside your tight pussy, fucking and filling you up as you scream my name until you can’t form any coherent thought. So that there is no mistaken who you belong to, Mrs. Milton.”

I whimper, and my clit throbs in time with my erratic pulse.

I’ve never been one for dirty talk, but coming from Elijah, it only serves to arouse me further.

“You’re in?” He squeezes my ass, kneading the flesh, and I moan in response.

“Take them off.” He plucks at my panties. “Now.”

“But someone could see us?” I look around. We’re quite hidden, still… What about the neighbors?

“Now.”

I hesitate, my eyes darting around the secluded patio area. Although the risk of being seen thrills me, I don’t know if I can do this.

“Let’s go upstairs.” I slide off his lap despite my body screaming otherwise.

He grips my wrist and pulls me back onto his lap. “I wasn’t asking.” His voice drops an octave. “Take it off, or I’ll rip it off.”

My breath hitches, heat pooling between my legs. It’s impossible to resist him.

Slowly, I tug open the knot of my top and bottom, throwing the wet fabrics outside the whirlpool.

“Good girl.”

He claims my mouth in a searing kiss, one hand tangling in my hair while the other strokes and teases my core.

“So ready.” He pumps his fingers at a bruising pace. “And all for me.”

Overwhelmed by the sensation, I can only nod. I’m his. Wholly and completely his.

Elijah adds a third finger, stretching and scissoring as I rock into his hand, chasing the building pleasure. It’s not just about the physical desire. It’s about the emotional connection, too.

Suddenly, he withdraws his fingers to yank down his shorts, freeing his erection. I lift my hips and sink down on his cock until he’s buried to the hilt inside of me. He squeezes my hips and lifts me up, only to slam me back down onto his length. My moans are muffled by his long and greedy kisses.

This is what love feels like. This is what being with the right person feels like.

My breath comes in shallow pants as he continues thrusting up into me. The water sloshes around us, threatening to spill over the edge of the hot tub.

“Fuck,” Elijah groans. “You feel so goddamn good.”

I dig my nails into his shoulders, my walls clenching around him. “Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”

His hands grip my hips tightly as he quickens his pace. Deeper and harder.

“Grip the edge.” He stops, lifting me up.

I turn and dig my fingers into the edge of the hot tub. He comes up behind me, hikes one of my legs up, and presses his cock against me. My body is aching for him to be inside me. As if reading my mind, he sinks inside, the new angle allowing him to go deeper.

I cry out. The water sloshing violently around us with each powerful thrust.

“That’s it. Don’t hold back.” Elijah’s gravelly voice urges me on, my hips meeting his until my knees go weak.

He holds me in position, his fingers digging into my hip and leg. Each thrust hits that sweet spot and sparks pleasure that builds higher and higher.

“Elijah…” I beg between moans.

One of his hands snakes around to my clit, caressing that sensitive bundle of nerves. My vision goes white as intense pleasure rockets through me with a hoarse cry silenced by his lips on mine.

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