Page 37 of Legacy

I held his gaze, knowing my following words would set him off. “Your cum is leaking out. I need to clean up.”

Something was seriously wrong with me. My desire for Eli never seemed to calm. My ass still tingled from the way his hand had spanked it hard as I rode him earlier.

I couldn’t possibly be this addicted.

As he dropped his towel and stalked closer, my blood fired up hot through my veins, and my skin prickled with goosebumps. The predatory gleam in his eyes never failed to turn me on.

“There is no cleaning up for you. You will carry me on you all day long.”

Instead of protesting, I rose onto my knees, letting the sheet fall and inviting him closer.

“Is this some animalistic way to mark me, Eli? I’m not someone you can easily claim.”

He smirked, and for a brief second, I felt a sensation deep inside me flutter. I pushed it away and focused on the man before me.

As annoying as he could be, there were times like this when I enjoyed his company, sexy banter in the guise of being a jerk and bossing me around.

Maybe that’s what it was, a game to pick at each other because we gave as good as we got.

He grabbed my nape, jerking me to him. “You’re a pain in the ass, Avra.”

“Considering what you’ve done to me, that statement refers to you.” I held his dark gaze.

He shook his head as his lips twitched, and he tried to keep his frown. “Is this how it will be for the rest of our lives? The only way to win in any conflict is to fuck you senseless?”

“Most likely. And what makes you believe I will concede, even then?”

Before I registered what he planned, he took hold of my thigh and flipped me onto my back, coming over me. Gloriously naked and fully aroused, he was everything I never knew I wanted in a lover—dominant and taking none of my shit.

Until Eli, no one had shown me this type of primal lust. It sometimes frightened me, and I couldn’t get enough of it at others.

I clutched at his shoulder, attempting to draw him closer, wanting to feel his mouth on mine. Instead, he pushed my legs apart with his knees and nudged the head of his cock at my slick opening.

“Pick a property, Avra. Living in the penthouse is temporary. I want a home.”

I furrowed my brow. “You want a home?”

“Yes, a place to start our family. What did you think I wanted?”

“But that checklist?”

“Those are preferences. Something you like will have a majority of them.”

I stared up at him. He wanted a home, not just a place to live.

“You make no sense to me, Eli Xenos. I’m not sure I am ever going to figure you out.”

“Feeling’s mutual.” He pushed into me, making me gasp and arch up. “Now it’s time to fuck. No more talking.”

The next afternoon, I went through the City Center of Patras to meet Vik for lunch before Eli picked me up to see one of the houses on my list. The first night in the penthouse had made it clear Eli was the one who wanted to move as soon as possible.

In his eyes, the place was too small for a married couple. Compared to the tiny apartment that Laya, Cali, and I had shared in Prague, Eli’s place was a luxurious palace.

But I also understood other reasons for finding a place as soon as possible.

Image.

Living in a home we selected together showed the worldthis wasn’t an Ozias Xenos-type of marriage with affairs starting before the honeymoon ended, but a real one.

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