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“Don’t go to sleep on me now, sweetheart. We are just getting started,” I utter.

She makes an incoherent sound as I sweep her up in my arms and lay her on the bed. Boneless from the orgasm I have given her, Elora lays spread out in front of me. I take off my own clothes, and her eyes follow my every move until I crawl on the bed, starting at her ankles, leaving little kisses as I slowly move up her toned legs and reach my destination.

Pushing her legs apart, I get the first taste of her honey pot. It’s my turn to moan as I swirl my tongue around her already sensitized clit. Her hips buck off the bed, and my hands drift to her hips, holding her to my mouth as I devour her. The sweet taste of her flesh and her rapid breathing make me ache even harder to be inside of her.

Elora starts rocks her hips, her speed increasing gradually, and I know she is close again. Redoubling my efforts, I bury my face into her, licking and sucking, until her hands are fisting in my sheets, and she cries out in ecstasy. My cock throbs, but the tension of knowing how she will feel once her core engulfs me is too pleasurable to give up yet.

Elora sighs as our bodies align, and I reach behind her to unclasp her lacy bra. Her breasts bounce out to my waiting mouth, and I go about arousing her all over again.

“I don’t think I can go a third time,” she mutters as her hips thrust up to mine.

I smile at her. “I think you can, sweetheart.” I kiss her hard, and she kisses me back, tunneling her fingers into my hair.

As I position myself at her entrance, I look down to meet her eyes, asking for permission silently. Elora nods, and I slip inside her slowly, giving her time to adjust to my invasion. I close my eyes and think of anything but the feel of her body. She is tight and wet; it is all I can do to avoid exploding inside her.

Once her inner walls envelop my entire length, I open my eyes and see her grinning wickedly at me. Holding my gaze, Elora begins to move her hips, rotating them slowly. I try to stop her movements as I want this to be good for her too. If she doesn’t stop, I will undoubtedly go over the edge in seconds.

Elora struggles against my hold as I pull out of her. She whimpers at me and bites her lips. But then, her expression turns surprised as I slam back inside her, and she rakes her nails down my back in heated passion.

“Again,” she growls at me.

I set a punishing pace, my hips grinding into hers. Elora lifts her legs and wraps them around my waist, allowing me to go even deeper if that’s possible. Our gazes are locked the entire time, and I watch her eyes roll as Elora finds her third orgasm of the night.

Her muscles squeeze me hard at that moment, and I can hold back no longer. Groaning, I release my seed into her. It feels like the waves of pleasure wash over me again and again as I continue thrusting into her sweet spot. After some time, I feel Elora relax underneath me, and my arms tremble with exhaustion. Rolling to the side as to not crush her, I fold her into my embrace, and she tucks her head under my chin. It feels right to be with Elora like this. I gently rub her back until she falls asleep. My last thought before joining her in dreamland is,I need to be careful with this one – she could get to my heart.

Chapter Fifteen

Elora

My eyelids flutter as I snuggle under the covers. I feel safe and warm -- safer than I have been in a long time. Something heavy lies across my stomach, and I reach down and touch a warm, strong arm. The events of the previous night come back to me, and a rush of desire floods my body. I have never had a man take such attention to detail to make sure that I was pleasured so well.

A grin slides across my face. We are in our own little bubble right now, and I don’t have to think about vengeance, the MC, or my next move.I am just going to enjoy this time with S.C.As I look out the window, I realize that it is still dark outside. We still have time before morning.

S.C. nuzzles at my neck just then, and it makes me shiver with pleasure. “I just had a new shower installed. Would you like to see it?” His raspy voice causes my skin to break out in goosebumps.

I roll over and grin up into his face. “I could use a shower.”

He rolls off the bed and reaches underneath me to swing me up and into his arms. I giggle like the girl I never was and wrap my arms around his neck. He carries me as if I weigh nothing, his muscles bulging, causing my lady parts to take notice.

The bathroom is gorgeously done in black marble with veins of silver. It is dark and mysterious – something I see S.C. having in his home. The glassed-in shower is big enough for ten people, and I raise an eyebrow at him. “How many people were you thinking of fitting in that thing?”

S.C. chuckles as he hits various buttons on the wall. Soon enough, hot water streams out of multiple showerheads. “It’s not what you think. I just like the feeling of multiple jets on my back,” he replies.

“Sure.” I give him a little smirk, and he pretends to frown at me before opening the door and allowing me to step inside.

I walk straight under the jets, and a moan comes out of my mouth immediately. Sore from yesterday’s horizontal tango with S.C., feeling the water pound my muscles is amazing. It is almost as good as a massage.

“I told you it’s incredible,” he says, coming up and wrapping his arms around my waist.

I kiss him softly at first, but then it becomes more passionate as he slants his lips over mine. I want to give him the same kind of pleasure he gave me last night. Kissing down his neck, nibbling on his warm skin, my hands run across his muscular chest and down his cut abs.I could spend a lifetime touching this man.My mouth follows my hands, stopping to lick at his nipples. S.C.’s breath catches, and he braces himself against the wall. I repeat my action on the other side, but I am too eager to get to the main event to spend much time on it.

My kisses continue to trail down his abs, licking the individual muscles. Then, I am on my knees, looking up at his face. S.C. waits for my next move patiently, and I give him a little show as I flick out my tongue and slowly run it along his hard cock, all the while holding his gaze. He lets out the breath he’s holding, his biceps flexing as he grabs a bar on the wall.

I grin at him. “Do you like that?” I ask, teasing him.

S.C. stares down at me without a word, and I do it again. His knees buckle, and I sit back on my heels and pretend to pout.

“If you don’t tell me you like it, then I guess I won’t continue.”

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