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Instead, I force myself to walk to the shower and turn the water on. As I wait for it to warm up, I feel a sense of calm wash over me, which I haven’t felt in years. Bea’s delicate hands wrap around me from behind, and her warm, naked body presses up against my back.
I step into the spray, bringing her with me. She brushes featherlight kisses over my wet skin and I close my eyes, revelling in the way her touch brings me to life. My plan had been so simple. I was supposed to ruin her, but she’s ruined me for anyone else.
Bea is my endgame, and no one is going to take her away from me.
Chapter 41
Bea
ELIAS TAKES HIS time washing my hair before he torturously runs the loofah over every inch of my sensitive skin. He is so in tuned with my body that when he buries his head between my thighs, it doesn’t take him long before I’m a shaking and boneless mess from my fourth orgasm for the night. I’ve never felt so thoroughly worshipped in my life.
Needing to feel his skin under my fingertips, I forego the loofah, and pour his body wash into my hands before I run them over his smooth, toned body. As my fingers travel his inked skin, I ask him about the tattoos that intrigue me.
Tracing the black long-stemmed rose above his heart, I feel his body tense. I’m surprised to see a haunted look in his steel gaze as our eyes meet. Underneath the rose is some script written in Greek.
“What does this say?” I ask softly. I replay the feeling I had when I found the black rose lying on my bedside table the night Elias and I gave into our urges.
“To mystírio tis zoís vrísketai sto thánato.” The gravelly sound of his voice speaking in the foreign language doesunimaginable things to my insides. “The mystery of life is found in death.”
I bite down on the pad of my bottom lip before leaning in and brushing my lips over his skin. “This is for the person you lost.” It’s a statement, not a question.
Elias’s strong fingers grip my chin, and he tilts my face to look at him. “This may have started for the wrong reasons, Duchess,” he says, his intense gaze burning into my soul. “But I promise I’m in this with everything I have. No one will keep us apart, and I will burn the world down to be with you.”
My chest tightens, and I blink back the tears pricking the corners of my eyes. My fingers trail down lower to his ribcage, tracing the treble clef that flows into the words ‘Truth is fiction, I will never break’. Elias sucks in a deep breath and my heart breaks for the fourteen-year-old version of him.
I sink to my knees in front of him, level with his thick cock. Taking it in my hand, I stroke the velvety skin from base to tip.
“What are you doing?” his husky tone has me rubbing my thighs together, seeking friction.
“Creating new memories.”
I keep my eyes on him as I swirl my tongue around the head, catching the bead of pre-cum on his tip. I moan at the taste before sucking his length into my mouth. He’s too big for me to take him all, so I use my hand to stroke his base.
“Fuck.” He fists my hair, his hips punching forward, and I choke as he hits my gag reflex. Elias freezes, but I don’t let him stop.
My watery gaze never wavers from his as I relax my throat, taking him deeper and picking up my pace. Drool coats my fist as I continue to work him, revelling in the way his cock jerks and throbs in my mouth.
“I’m close,” he grunts out, bending slightly so his free hand can find my peaked nipple. I cry out around hisdick as he rolls the pebbled bud between his fingers. “Touch yourself, Duchess.”
I rub my overstimulated clit, humming with pleasure at the intense sensations overwhelming me as the warm water of the shower still cascades over my shaking body.
Elias drops my hair and pulls out of my mouth.
I blink up at him in surprise as he strokes himself slowly.
“Open your mouth and stick out your tongue,” he says, his voice like gravel.
I do as I’m told. His teeth sink into his bottom lip as his warm cum coats my tongue and runs down the back of my throat. It’s the hottest, most intimate thing I’ve ever done in my life. I lick my lips as I swallow, savouring every last drop of him.
He pulls me to my feet and slams his mouth to mine, not caring if I taste of him. His kiss is primal, bruising, demanding. He owns me more with every stroke of his tongue. I would stay there forever, lost in his embrace, if the water wasn’t now cool.
With a groan, he pulls away and shuts the water off. We climb out of the shower, and he dries himself before wrapping the towel around me.
I move toward my bedroom, but he grabs my hand, using it to pull me back into his hard, sculpted, and naked body. “Where do you think you’re going?”
“To bed,” I say with a laugh. “I have classes tomorrow.”
“My bed,” he growls, shepherding me in that direction. “And you don’t have any classes. You’re dropping out, remember?”
