Page 36 of Hazel and Elijah Find Out: First They F*cked Around

I strode back to her. “As much as I love the sight, I need to do more than look at you.”

She let out a surprised squeal as I wrapped my arm under her ass and tossed her onto the bed. Her tits bounced before settling into her armpits. She gripped the light purple comforter on either side of her hips, her back arched.

I was a goner, completely crazed just taking her in. It was physically painful to not be inside of her.

I bit the foil wrapper and tore it open.

She groaned as I rolled the condom on my hard length.

I wanted to tell her how badly I wanted her, how much I’d needed this, but the words were trapped in a hazy, lust fog. I felt drunk or high, time lapsed and stretched. None of my thoughts were clear—just the insistent beaconing of her body calling to mine.

I pulled her into my lungs, and she coursed through my veins. I floated, I sank.

She reached for me, pulling me in without saying a word.

I held her gaze in mine, and went to my knees on the bed. She hooked a leg around my hip, and I slipped inside of her.

She gasped.

I groaned.

Buried completely inside her heat, I waited for my control to return. Her walls flexed around me. I needed something to hold on to, something to ground me. Gripping her palms in mine, I pressed them to the mattress over her head.

Her mouth gaped open, and all the things I wanted to do to that mouth raced in my brain faster than the blood rushing through my veins. I lowered to kiss her and began rocking my hips.

My knuckles were white, holding on to every ounce of restraint I could find.

Her back arched, and I took one of her nipples between my lips. She held her breath when I found the spot that made her thighs twitch. Her pulse throbbed against her throat, fast and frantic.

She spasmed around my cock, and I lost all sense of finesse. I pounded into her. Lost to anything but the soft warmth of her body taking me in, I thrust over and over. The smack of our skin joined the half-formed words of praise I muttered through my clenched teeth.

I speared as deeply as I could inside her as I came into the condom.

At some point, I’d bit down on her shoulder, leaving little red imprints from my teeth. I brushed my lips over them.

Rolling onto my back, I sucked in air and stared at the white plaster of her ceiling.

“Fuck.” I sighed. “That feels so much better.”

She giggled, curling into my side.

Chapter 12

Hazel

Forthefirsttimein…I didn’t know how long, probably since the last time Elijah and I had slept together, my brain was silent. My head rested on his shoulder. His chest rose and fell in deep breaths, and his heart pounded a quick beat in my ear. Breath by breath, his heart rate slowed.

I must have been falling asleep because he ran a hand down my back, and I startled.

“Are you okay?” he asked the top of my head.

I snorted. “Yeah, I’m good.”

“I wasn’t too rough with you?”

Turning my head, I propped myself up to meet his eyes. “No.”

“Good.” With his middle finger, he pushed a few strands of hair behind my ear. “Are you as hungry as I am?”

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