Page 52 of Justice

His brow furrows as he reads, his expression darkening with each sentence. When he finishes, he sets the phone aside and pulls me into his arms, holding me.

I cling to Christopher, burying my face in his chest as sobs rack my body. I choke out, "Three girls, all dead because theylook like me. Because some psycho can't have me. How is that not my fault?"

Christopher strokes my hair, holding me tighter. "Elle, listen to me. The only person at fault here is the sick bastard committing these murders. You are not responsible for his actions."

I pull back, meeting his gaze with tearful eyes. "But he's doing this because of me. Because he's obsessed with me. If I wasn't here, if he wasn’t fixated on me, those girls would still be alive."

"You don't know that," Christopher says firmly. "This guy is clearly unhinged. If it wasn't you, it could have been someone else he latched onto. You can't blame yourself for the workings of a madman's mind."

I shake my head miserably. "I just feel so helpless. Like I'm putting a target on every girl who looks like me just by existing."

Christopher cups my face in his hands, his thumbs brushing away my tears. I never thought it was possible that I could love someone as much as I love him.

Suddenly, a fierce need surges through me, a desperate desire to feel close to Christopher, to lose myself in his touch and forget the horrors of the outside world, even if only for a little while.

I press closer, my lips seeking his. He responds immediately, his kiss deep and passionate, igniting a fire inside me. His hands roam my body, caressing my swollen belly before sliding lower.

"Christopher," I gasp as his fingers find my most sensitive spot. "Please, I need you…"

In one swift motion, he lifts me into his arms and carries me to our bedroom. He lays me down gently, his eyes dark with desire as they rake over my form.

Christopher slowly undresses me until I’m only in my panties, his hands gentle as they caress my skin, worshippingevery curve of my heavily pregnant body. "You are so beautiful, Elle," he murmurs reverently. "I've never seen anything more perfect than you, carrying our child."

He settles between my legs, his body heat radiating through his jeans, I feel a shiver of anticipation run down my spine. His hand snakes between my thighs, teasing my wetness through the thin fabric of my panties. I gasp as his thumb circles my clit, sending jolts of pleasure through my body.

He leans in to whisper in my ear, "You're so fucking wet for me, baby."

I moan in response, grinding my hips against his hand as he continues to rub me in just the right spot. I can feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge, my breath coming in short gasps.

Suddenly, he pulls away and hooks his fingers under the waistband of my panties. He slides them down my legs, exposing my bare skin to the cool air. I shiver again, this time from the sensation of being so exposed and vulnerable.

He then begins to kiss his way down my body, starting at my neck and working his way to my breasts. He takes each nipple in his mouth, sucking and teasing them until they are hard and sensitive.

I moan even louder as he moves farther, his tongue tracing a path down my stomach until it reaches the apex of my thighs. He spreads my legs wider, and I feel his hot breath against my most sensitive area.

He looks up at me with a wicked grin before diving in, his tongue exploring every inch of me. I cry out in pleasure as he finds my clit and begins to suck on it, his fingers probing deeper inside me.

I can feel my orgasm building, my muscles tensing as he brings me closer and closer to the edge. When I finally come, it'swith a shout that echoes through the room. He continues to lick and suck, prolonging my pleasure until I can't take it anymore.

When it's finally over, he slides up my body, pressing his hard length against my thigh. I reach down and unbutton his jeans, sliding them down his hips until his cock springs free.

It's thick and hard, and I can't wait to feel it inside me. I guide it toward my entrance, and he slides in easily, filling me up until we're both gasping for breath.

Christopher thrusts into me slowly at first, letting me adjust to his size. Each movement sends waves of pleasure radiating through my body. I wrap my legs around his waist, urging him deeper.

"Harder," I plead breathlessly. "I need to feel all of you."

He complies, his pace increasing, his hips snapping against mine with delicious force. The room fills with the sounds of our lovemaking—the creaking of the bed, our mingled moans and gasps, the slap of skin on skin.

Christopher buries his face in the crook of my neck, his hot breath fanning against my skin as he drives into me again and again. "You feel so fucking good, Elle," he groans. "So tight, so perfect."

His words, his touch, the exquisite friction where we're joined, it all combines, pushing me rapidly toward another peak. Christopher reaches between our bodies, finding my clit and rubbing fast circles.

"Come for me, baby," he commands, his voice rough with lust and exertion. "I want to feel you come on my cock."

His words are my undoing. I shatter, my inner muscles clenching hard around him as ecstasy crashes over me wave after wave. Christopher follows me over the edge with a hoarse shout, his hips jerking as he spills himself deep inside me.

We stay like that, wrapped around each other, enjoying the moment of just us before life changes for us.

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