Page 20 of Owning Eva

“Yours,” I manage, the word escaping on a breathless moan.

He responds with a primal growl, his pace increasing, driving us both higher and higher.

Our bodies move in perfect sync, and when his hand slips between us, finding my clit, the pleasure is almost too much.

“Come for me, baby,” he whispers, his voice strained. “Let me feel you cream all over my cock.”

I cry out, the orgasm ripping through me, shattering me completely. Eli follows a moment later, his body tensing, his lips claiming mine in another deep, wet, ravaging kiss.

It’s perfect. He’s perfect.

When it’s over, he pulls me close, holding me against his wide chest, and presses a gentle kiss to the top of my head.

“Don’t run again,” he murmurs, his bulky arms tightening around me.

I sigh, resting my cheek against his broad chest, and allow myself to melt into him. “Not a chance, hockey boy.”

* * *

We’re curled up on the couch, and despite the snow outside, the room is warm and cozy. The fire crackles in the hearth, and a soft blanket is draped over us.

Eli is sitting with his back against the armrest, his long legs stretched out, and I’m nestled between his thighs, leaningagainst his chest. It’s perfect. Like a dream come true.

* * *

The next day, sunlight streams through the windows, casting golden light over the room as I sit on the bed, wrapped in Eli’s hoodie. My laptop rests on the coffee table, and for the first time in days, the words are flowing.

Eli appears in the doorway, his hair tousled, a coffee mug in hand. He leans against the frame, watching me with a lazy smile that makes my pussy tingle.

“Working?” he asks.

“Trying to,” I reply, glancing up at him. “You’re distracting me, Mister.”

“Good,” he says, stepping closer. “I don’t plan on stopping.”

He leans down, pressing a soft kiss to my lips before sitting next to me. His presence is solid, grounding, and I realize I don’t feel the urge to run.

“I’m not going anywhere, Eva,” he says in a tender voice.

I glance at his handsome face, a smile tugging at my lips. “I’m starting to believe that.”

Seventeen

Eva

His hand is huge and warm on my thigh, and the sensation is intoxicating, sending shivers up my spine and making me weak in the knees.

He pulls me close, his body hot against mine, and then he picks me up like I weigh nothing. My legs wrap instinctively around his waist, and his strong arms support me easily.

His mouth covers mine, his tongue probing, searching, and his hand cups my ass, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh. He carries me over to a table, pushing aside the discarded towels and water bottles, and lays me gently on the hard surface.

Then he steps back, his dark eyes raking over me.

My whole body feels hot and sensitive, and heat spreads across my skin.

His eyes burn into mine.

He runs his big, calloused hand up the inside of my thigh, and the sensation is so intense, I whimper.

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