Page 196 of Tell Me Lies

“There’s no way.”

“There is.”

“How can…”

“There is a way because you and I were made to do this. Don’t you feel it?” he asked, then grabbed her hand and set it over his chest. Beneath her palm she felt the beat of his heart, a thump-thump-thump that pulsed out a steady beat. The feeling called to something inside her own body. That connection that bound them rose forth and answered the call, calming her racing mind and worries. She still didn’t think he’d fit, but she was willing to try. Willing to experience more.

His breath fluttered over her face as he pulled her closer, then moved her hips again. The feel of him now was different than before. She could feel the barrier, but it wasn’t a bad thing. Just different. He rolled his hips to match hers a few times, lubricating himself with her. Those wings fluttered in her stomach again, tingles working their way out. Her head fell back as she worked into the rhythm and her hair touched against her spine.

He dipped his head and wrapped his mouth around one of her nipples and sucked. She cried out as those tingles spread further.

He moaned and grabbed her hips, lifted, settled himself at her entrance, then waited.

For her, she realized in a pleasured daze. He waited for her to finish this. For her to break past this last line.

She didn’t think, didn’t wait, didn’t fear. She sunk down on him in one forceful plunge.

Elijah’s arms wrapped around her back, his hands coming to rest on her hips, holding her in place while it seemed as if his entire body shook with the strain to keep them both still.

“Jesus, Vi, are you okay?” he asked through clenched teeth, his hazel eyes wide with what looked like concern.

She’d frozen, the foreign invasion a thick shock to her system. It hadn’t hurt entirely but was kind of uncomfortable. At the same time, though, him sitting inside her gave that deeper need a bit of relief, almost as if he touched a spot that had been begging for attention.

“I think so,” she answered him, taking time to think about it. “It didn’t really hurt.”

He shook his head, a smile hovering on his lips. “I broke your hymen earlier with my fingers, Little Bird. Didn’t want you to have that pain you were just seeking because trust me, it would have hurt had you just done what you did.”

She didn’t know how to feel about that, his actions that would have inundated they’d be where they were. But she was so full of him, sitting atop his lap, and feeling as if she needed to move, needed to do something else…

“So what now?” she asked.

That smile grew on his mouth, and he tilted his face up to hers. “Now, you move your hips. Just do what feels good.”

Her brows pulled down as she tested his instruction, moving her hips out and back in … once … twice. A flutter stirred deep inside her stomach, this feeling stronger than before.

“What about you?” she asked, dropping her forehead to his.

Breath puffed out of his lips with a slight sound. His fingers curled into her hips, but he didn’t move or direct her. He just let her set the pace. She tried to switch it up and add some rotation. That made her want to moan as she created a friction over her clit.

He moaned low. “Trust me, I’m good.”

She whimpered on another rotation.

His hands pulled her closer and she gasped.

“Don’t stop, Vi.”

She built up the pace she set earlier and whimpered again. Their mouths met for a moment, then pulled away but their breaths mingled as their foreheads rested against one another. She didn’t want to move from this spot. Wanted to chase the promise of bliss.

His fingers dug into her hips more. “God,” he groaned, pulling her closer.

She had no choice but to lose purchase in her resting spot for her head. She tilted her head back and closed her eyes. The feel of him was intense. The sound of where they met, the wetness and friction, met their low moans in the room. His breath puffed against her chest as his head rested there. His hands on her hips and against her back tightened.

He moved his hips with hers, and she felt the pressure build quickly deep inside, then break in a shattering waterfall of tingles. They spread out from her stomach in a rush, jumping with dazzling sparks across her entire body, a thousand zaps of pleasure across every inch of her skin.

She cried out as it went on and on, each plunge and rotation of her hips dragging it out. Elijah stiffened against her and moaned low against her chest, then grabbed her hips and slammed her down on him once, twice … then held her down as he shuddered.

Violet opened her eyes and looked up at the ceiling, her mind in a daze with what just happened. What had led to this point. Their history circling back around to bring them to this moment. They’d had a past, a childhood interlinked, their teenage years full of hatred and fear, then them both running far from their hometowns, from their pasts only to bring them back together again.

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