Page 106 of Devilry

“You wouldn’t be ruining it, Elijah. What I did the other night, that’s ruining it. I set these wheels in motion. All on my own.”

I push his hands off me in anger and step away from him. “I spent too many years sacrificing my needs and wants for the greater good, Cole. I won’t keep putting myself last.”

“Making your education your priority is not putting yourself last.”

“I can get an education anywhere.”

“No!” he shouts. “No. You are not giving King up.”

“Consequences be damned, Cole.” My voice is calm, a contradiction to his rage. “I’m not giving you up either.”

“Elijah,” he warns.

“Nothing you say can change my mind.”

“You’re going to regret it.”

“No, I’ll remember it. I’ll know that this feeling is real.”

I’ll know that something very close to love is real.

I don’t let my errant thought run free. I keep that card close to my chest, because I don’t want to use it like a weapon in battle. When I say those three words for the first time, I want them to hold their worth. I want him to know their worth. His worth.

“Aiden knows, and he threatened to tell, might I just add. Which means Callie does too.”

“What, and your friends at the restaurant don’t know by now?” I quip.

“That’s my point, Elijah, too many people know. It’s dangerous.”

“Or maybe, just maybe, we could have some people looking out for us, some people rooting for us.”

He reaches out for me, and I step back. “Don’t come any closer, unless that’s where you’re going to stay.”

The gray in his eyes deepens, swirling like the eye of a storm. Frustrated he can’t touch me, the muscles in his jaw work overtime.

“This is how it’ll be, Cole. I’ll be so close, and you won’t be able to touch me. All you’ll be able to do is watch, and remember. Remember all the things we had, and all the things we lost.”

“You fight dirty, Elijah Williams.”

“I fight for what’s mine.”

He launches himself at me, devouring my mouth like the starved man he is. His kiss is hard and punishing. An aggressive, wordless apology fueled by all the things we want and all the things we can’t have.

“I need inside you,” he breathes out. “I need to feel what’s mine.”

Upstairs and undressed in seconds, I’m perched on a bed of pillows, my balls full, and ass up in the air, wanting him to fuck the memory of the last two days without him out of me.

He spreads my cheeks wide, roughly running his lube coated fingers up and down my taint and around my rim. He repeats the motions, touching and teasing everywhere but the place I need him most.

“Cole,” I groan. “Please.”

I feel his fingers begin to fill me up. In and out, stretching me the way only he knows how. It isn’t long before the tip of his sheathed cock is joining in on the action, circling and teasing my hole.

“Ready for me, baby?” I wiggle my ass, and he slaps my cheek. “Smart ass.”

Spreading me apart again, he pushes himself inside me. The head of his cock slides into me, a slow and delicious burn left in its wake.

He moves his hands to my hips and begins a grueling pace. His grip gets tighter as his thrusts become frantic. My hand reaches for my dick, my strokes matching the rhythm of his hips.

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