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Poor Bea. She’s about to learn who she’s really fallen in love with. I hope she’s prepared for the bitter disappointment.
Chapter 39
Bea
WE CATCH AN Uber home, but Elias doesn’t let me dwell on the thought of Mrs Cromwell suspecting there might be something going on between us. Instead, he whispers all the dirty things he plans on doing to me until I’m squirming in my seat. By the time we pull up outside our house, I swear I’m practically on the verge of an orgasm from his words alone.
My thighs are thick with arousal as Elias crowds his body behind me while I unlock the front door. The unmistaken bulge of his impressive cock presses into my back. We’ve barely made it inside before he pushes me up against the wall. His hand grips my throat gently as he claims my mouth in a searing kiss.
I love the dominant way he possesses me, his tongue tangles with mine, dominating my every breath and commandeering my thoughts in the process. A loud moan fills the air and I realise it’s mine. My fingers come up to tangle in his curls and I kiss him back with as much passion and intensity. I’ve given up fighting my attraction to him. I’m addicted to his lips, and to the way he consumes me. This once I’ll choose what I want, and what I want is him.
“I don’t care what anyone says,” he murmurs, trailing kisses along my jaw. “You’re mine, and I’m not fucking letting you go.”
Elias drops to his knees in front of me and hooks my right leg over his shoulder. I cry out as he buries his head between my thighs, his tongue delving straight into my slick core.
“Ahh …” Words escape me as my orgasm builds instantaneously. My eyes roll back in my head. I can’t help but rub shamelessly against his tongue, and it causes his grip on my thighs to tighten as he continues his ministrations with a renewed vigour.
His tongue fucks into me with abandon, swirling deep inside before he grazes his teeth against my swollen clit. I whimper at the sensation, my hands instinctively dropping to his hair and tugging. It elicits a low growl from him which vibrates through my body, sending pleasure shooting through every nerve ending I possess.
My skin is hot and tingly, and my nipples are so hard they’re painful as they rub against my lace corset. “Eli …” I moan. “Don’t stop. Oh, god, please don’t stop.”
“Come for me, Duchess.” Elias slides two fingers inside me and flicks his tongue against my clit before sucking it into his mouth. My body responds to his touch and I cry out louder as a wave of intense pleasure crests and sends a shiver from the top of my head to the tip of my toes. “That’s my girl.”
He continues to lick and suck as he slowly pumps his fingers in and out, helping me ride my release. I’m a panting mess when he finally nips at my thigh before climbing to his feet and sucking his fingers into his mouth. Elias slips his other hand around my throat, his thumb resting on my pulse point. He nuzzles my neck and sucks on the sensitive skin beneath my ear. “I love the way you come apart for me, Bea. So responsive.”
“Mmm.” I close my eyes and swallow; my mouth is bone dry.
“Will you stay with me tonight?”
“Wh-what?” When I open my eyes to look at him, his heated gaze burns through me causing my brain to short circuit.
“I’m not finished with you, Duchess. Stay with me.”
“What’s going to happen when Dad and Elena get home on Thursday?” I whisper.
“We’ll tell them together.” Elias brushes his lips over mine. “They’ll understand. We’ll make them understand.”
I lean into him, resting my head against his muscular chest, hope blooming inside. “You want this?”
He tilts my chin up and kisses me deeply, his tongue swirling against mine, as the taste of what he just did to me lingers. “I want you.”
“I want you, too.”
His Adam’s apple bobs, and his eyes search mine. “Yeah?”
I nod. “Take me upstairs.”
He releases my throat and slips his fingers into mine. My heart races as he leads me upstairs without a word. When we reach the third floor, he bypasses my bedroom door and pushes open his own. Elias’s scent overwhelms me, and my already sensitive pussy throbs at the promise of what tonight holds.
Elias moves behind me to slip his jacket from my shoulders and hang it over his desk chair. He brushes his fingers over my shoulders, leaving goosebumps erupting in their wake. They trail down my back, and I suck in a breath in anticipation.
He bites down on the crease of my neck and the pain kindles the embers of pleasure as he drags down the zip on my dress. I whimper as the loosened lace scrapes against my taut nipples.
“Does that feel good, Duchess?” His breath is warm against my skin, sending shivers down my spine.
I turn in his arms, and my dress falls to the floor as I do. Standing here naked in front of him, I’m vulnerable, but the unmistakable desire which flares in his eyes has me feeling like the most beautiful woman in the world.
