Page 41 of Cuffed By Your Love
“Nah. Just when I’m looking at a fine ass masterpiece,” he said while licking his sexy lips, his eyes sparkling with admiration as he swept over my frame.
I let out a laugh, my eyes rolling playfully as I fought back the heat creeping to my cheeks. “Boy, if you don’t?—”
Before I could finish my teasing retort, he silenced me with a kiss, warm and unexpected, sending a thrill racing through me. Not reckless or hasty, but slow and reverent. It was as if he were trying to memorize my mouth before my mind caught up, needing permission even though he already knew he had it.
My knees nearly gave out, but I held onto his shirt and kissed him back as if I had something to prove. My hand slipped up the back of his neck with my fingers tangling in his waves, while his arms wrapped tightly around my waist.
He pulled back slightly and whispered, “You still scared, gorgeous?”
“Terrified,” I said breathlessly.
“You want me to stop?”
I looked him dead in the eye and said, “Don’t even think about it.”
That was all the invitation he needed.
He lifted me effortlessly onto the cool, marble counter as if I weighed nothing, his lips never leaving mine, sealing our connection with a passionate kiss. His hands, firm yet gentle, supported me in a way that felt both secure and tender. I wrapped my legs around his waist, the chill of the counter sending a shiver down my spine, but it was a delightful contrast to the warmth radiating between us. In that moment, everything outside faded away, and the cold didn’t matter at all. He was the warmth I was chasing.
“You taste like resilience,” he whispered softly against my neck.
“You taste like trouble,” I replied, gasping when he sucked on that spot just below my jaw.
His laugh was low and menacing. “Good. I’m tryna give ya sexy ass both.”
The kiss deepened, no polite knock, no waiting for permission. It kicked the door open, dropped its bag on the floor, and made itself at home. Elias’s lips tasted like truth, warm, unhurried, and heavy with intent. His hand gripped my waist like he was steadying himself… or me… hell, maybe both.
My mind flickered.This is too much. Too fast. Too dangerous.But the way my body arched into him, trembling, betrayed me. Want was winning the war against fear.
He lifted me as if my thick thighs and softness in all the places a man could get lost in didn’t matter, carried me into the living room, and laid me on the couch gently, treating my body like a sacred altar where he’d come to pray.
“Say it again,” he whispered, sliding his hands up my thighs, his voice dragging low like syrup.
“Say what?”
“That you’re done punishing yourself, Deputy Gorgeous.”
I nodded, breath catching. “I’m done.”
“Good.” He unbuttoned my dress like he was unwrapping a miracle. “Then I’ma show you what being adored feels like.”
The first brush of his lips against my skin made me damn near forget how to breathe. He kissed down my collarbone, taking his time with my breasts, hands firm, mouth greedy. My spine arched like my body was trying to escape and beg for more all at once.
“Elias—”
“Nah.” He growled against my nipple. “Say that shit again when I’m inside you.” My hips jerked, and he smirked. “You feel that? That’s what safety wrapped in a real nigga that’s not gonna fumble you feels like.”
As he gently slid my panties down, he truly savored every moment. His gaze held a captivating blend of desire and anticipation, a spark of excitement in the air. He licked his lips, clearly relishing the sight before him, like a true connoisseur ready to enjoy a delightful feast, fully appreciating the beauty of what was about to unfold.
I hadn’t even caught my breath from the last kiss before he had me up against the wall like I was a wanted poster at theprecinct. Elias looked me directly in the eye, as if he were trying to both warn me and worship me at the same time.
“Once I fuck you, Jonay,” he said, voice deep and resonant like a heavy bass thumping down the block in a slab, “ain’t no leaving me. You understand that? I’m not these corny-ass niggas you used to. I’m peace. I’m punishment. I’m pressure.”
My whole body clenched like it was co-signing everything he said. I grabbed his shirt and pulled him close, chest to chest.
“Then stop talking and apply it, Detective Fine Shyt.”
He bit his lip, shaking his head like I’d just challenged his hood honor, and scooped me up like it was nothing. He carried me straight to my bedroom with a strength that conveyedI protect and I pound.
