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“No other,” he tells me, shaking his head.
I nod.
We don’t have to say anything else and maybe we’re not even ready to say some things. But this is for forever—and we both know it.
“Elijah.” The word is painful as I chase something pooling deep inside me.
“Leonora,” Elijah whispers almost to himself while brushing hair off my face. His gray eyes don’t leave me and I flush. His fingers leave my nipple, snaking down to circle my clit. I’m pulled tight, the orgasm crashing into me.
He kisses me hard, taking everything as he thrusts harder. I hold onto him, letting him take what he wants and needs. His back tightens and he comes inside me.
I’m wrong, thinking he can’t do anything else to me right now. His fingers swirl down my skin and I whimper when he touches my sensitive pussy.
He leans in close, whispering, “Mine.”
I know he’s right, I’m just not ready when I open my eyes and take in his cold, steel-colored eyes. He pulls out, tracing my folds and spearing his finger back inside, forcing the cum back into my pussy.
My whimper draws his attention and he takes his finger mixed with my arousal and his cum, tracing my lips. “Mine,” he says again.
I place my hand over his heart, not caring how dramatic it is. “Mine.”
His boyish grin tells me the statement pleases him.
He dips his head, our foreheads touching.
I’m mad at the loss of warmth when he finally gets off the bed. He comes back with a bottle of water and a warm wet cloth.
I can’t look at him or I’m afraid I’ll explode again. My head rolls on the pillow and I flush when I catch sight of the window.
“Elijah.” I bite down on my lower lip. Do people get as turned on watching the aftercare portion of the show or?
He chuckles darkly, claiming a kiss again. “You think I’d let anyone else look at you? If I had it my way, you’d never leave the house.”
“How do you know?” I ask, fighting the need to get up to double check that the viewing room is really empty.
He levels me with a stare.
I sink into the mattress but slap my hands over my face anyway. “I really hate you sometimes.”
My hips jerk when he brushes over my pussy. “I’m sorry, what was that?”
“Elijah!”
He laughs again. “Oh, Leonora. Don’t you know it’s only begun?” It’s a dark warning, a promise. Elijah stands up, pocketing my underwear, and picks up my dress. “Come on, let’s get you home.”
CHAPTER 22
Lennie
Amonth goes by. Not only do I start staying the night on Thursdays but they somehow bleed into the weekends.
It becomes the most peaceful time of my life. Unless I’m eating with Ren and Isolde, Elijah cooks me dinner while I sit on a barstool and we chat about the day.
I watch hockey with him, which I realize is essentially a WWE match taking place on ice, cuddling into his side on the couch. We take Albert for walks and he keeps a running list of indie bookstores to visit.
What I love the most is the peace I find when I’m with him. Of having a person to cuddle with, one I can complain to about my coworkers, and show funny memes to. He tells me about Roma’s antics and shows me the latest pictures of Sailor.
Elijah’s known for his theatrics, but at home, he’s calm. His space is comfortable and I love his dog. When I’m by Elijah’s side, I can sit in silence or chat about whatever’s on my mind without being self-conscious.
