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I always have been, and right now, I need him more than I’ve ever needed anything in my life.

“Good Girl.”

His free hand tangles in my hair, tilting my head back to expose the line of my throat. He trails hot, open-mouthed kisses along my pulse point.

His lips… they’re like magic, leaving a tingle wherever they go.

After a moment, Elijah gets off the bed to remove the last barrier between us. My eyes drink in the sight of his muscular form, and I ache to touch him, to run my hands over every inch of his smooth, tanned skin.

A growl rumbles in his chest as he gets back on the bed to kiss me. I’m dizzy and breathless, consumed by all-encompassing desire.

My hands roam over the hard planes of his chest, fingers tracing the ridges of muscle and delighting in the feel of warm, bare skin under my palms.

I tug him closer, craving more. In response, Elijah grabs my ass, grinding our hips together, and I feel his hard length against my core, his muscular form pressing me down into the plush bedding.

His hands move to my waist, gripping tightly before flipping me around to face the wall.

A gasp escapes my lips as he presses against my back, the hard line of his cock nestled between my ass cheeks. Elijah grabs a fistful of my hair and yanks my head to the side, his teeth finding my neck. He sucks and bites, the sting melting into pleasure as I push back into him, whimpering and seeking friction.

When we’re together like this, nothing else seems to matter. It’s intoxicating, addictive even. I feel desired and wanted, and it’s the best feeling.

He chuckles darkly, his free hand gliding up my inner thigh.

I moan, beyond caring how wanton I sound.

With a snarl, he shoves two fingers into my cunt, pumping them in a brutal rhythm.

I cry out, rocking back to meet his thrusts.

“Fuck, I need to be inside you. Now.” Elijah positions himself behind me, gripping my hips and rubbing the head of his cock through my folds before slowly entering me, stretching me.

We already did it so many times, and still I gasp at the sensation, grabbing the sheets. He stills for a moment, giving me time to adjust, but I need him to move, so I tilt my hips, urging him deeper.

A groan escapes him, and he pulls out before pushing back deep inside me. I meet his thrusts, craving more of him. Pleasure spirals through me with each stroke, intensifying with every touch and kiss.

Elijah leans down, one hand still guiding my hip while the other fondles my breast.

He knows exactly how to touch me, how to elicit responses I didn’t know I was capable of. Yet it’s not only the sex. I can see it in his eyes when he looks at me like I’m the only one who exists. It terrifies me even as it draws me in.

“You’re.”

Thrust.

“Mine.”

I love him. And I’d be stupid not to marry him.

My insides swirl with pleasure, the mix of pain and ecstasy pushing me closer to the edge. My body tenses up, and my inner walls start to clench.

“Come for me, little gem.” Elijah’s thrusts grow deeper, maintaining a slow rhythm.

At his command, waves of bliss radiate through my body. I cry out his name as I clench rhythmically around him, losing complete control over my shaking body.

The only thing in my mind is him.

With a growl, Elijah follows, warmth flooding my insides.

After he pulls out, I roll onto my back, gazing up at him through half-lidded eyes.

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