Page 53 of The Call of Crimson
“Real. It was the most impressive and hottest thing I’ve ever witnessed.”
“I think I should find that statement concerning.”
“But you don’t,” he says with a grin. “He got what he deserved. I just hate that he hurt you.”
“My mother was here tonight?”
His expression softens. “Not real, baby.”
I let out a sad sigh, wanting to hold onto the false memory my mind had concocted.
“Tell me something else real.”
Elijah hesitates for just a moment before replying, “I really want to kiss you right now.”
“Then do it,” I nearly beg, desperate for something solid, somethingtrue.
He leans in, his lips teasing mine as they brush lightly. They linger, never closing the distance fully. I feel his breath against my lips and lose my patience, slamming my lips against his.
He grunts softly as I take what I want from him, my lips moving against his before his control snaps. He meets my kiss, returning it severalfold and sucking my bottom lip into his mouth.
I part my lips, my tongue darting out in search of his. He relents, his mouth opening to me, tongue tangling with mine.
The kiss is passionate, holding all the emotion we feel for one another.
It feelsreal.
Breaking the kiss, I pull back. “I want to feel more,” I pant. “Give me something real.”
“Tell me what you want me to make you feel, darling.”
“I want you to make me feeleverything.I want all of you, Elijah.”
Groaning, his head tilts back. “Dear gods, Ophelia. I need you to say it again so I know you’re real.”
I giggle, pressing a kiss to the exposed curve of his throat. “I want to feelall of you,” I whisper in a tone I hope is seductive.
His eyes blaze. “Gods help me. Can I keep you forever?”
“We’ll see,” I say with a shrug. “Let me answer after you show me what all of you feels like.”
The heated glare he gives me leaves my mouth dry.
“I’m going to be gentle with you tonight,” he says, voice low and raw, “but keep running that mouth and see what happens. I will make you feel so good, Ophelia, but it’s also going to hurt a little.” He leans in, his lips grazing my ear. “I promise it will only last a moment.”
“What if I don’t want gentle?” I ask.
“Then I’ll fuck you roughly tomorrow night, baby. But tonight, I’m not going to cause you any more pain than necessary. Now get on your knees.”
His words and the way he says them send shivers up my spine. I can’t help but obey when he speaks in that tone.
I crawl out of his lap, anticipation fueling every movement. Kneeling in front of him, I wait for him to make the next move.
He reaches out, pulling loose the sash keeping my robe in place. It falls open, revealing the sheer white nightgown beneath.
His eyes hungrily roam my body, my nipples hardening at the attention. He brushes his thumb along the hardened peaks, a soft gasp escaping my lips at the sensation.
Broad hands run along my shoulders, pushing the robe down and letting it drop to the ground behind me. Soft lips kiss the column of my neck as one hand grips my hip.
