Page 147 of Nemesync
I kept things from him, was it bad?
I always kept secrets from everyone.
“I told you; I can handle it; I want to handle it. I want to participate, not just listen to you and do everything you tell me to do Elijah. I want you to trust me about doing things on my own and not worry about it.”
“Fuck, I thought they’d fucking take you; I thought you were fucking dead! Someone is letting hints that she wants to fucking kill you and you do shit like that?”
Realizing the depth of his worry, I softened my tone, “Eli, I didn’t want you to worry. I thought I could handle it alone. I know I can in fact, I wanted to tell you only if I had concrete things to say. I didn’t want to bother you with that.”
“Bothering me? Zanae you’re my fucking priority, we’re in this together. You don’t get to decide otherwise.” I don’t even know what to add to this. “Milaya, this isn’t a joke. Your life is not a fucking joke.”
“I get it. I just... I needed to do this, but if I don’t do anything on my own it’s like I’m just as useless.”
A thumb brushed my chin, his large hands cradling my face, gently tilting my head to meet his green eyes full of affection and worry. “You know, I can see the rage in your pretty eyes, the thirst for vengeance. I know you’re dying to see their blood spill, and I live for that fire within you. I’ll be there to offer you their heads on a golden platter, and I promise you’ll see them dead. We’ll bring hell to earth together. You’re not alone anymore, and you don’t need to prove your worth to me. I know better than anyone just how deadly you are.”
Not a word comes out of my mouth. He believes in me. He trusts me. A small line appears between his eyebrows, “I hope you understand that now, we’re a team, and that means we face these things together, not alone, do you get that?”
My hand naturally caresses his cheek, as if to reassure him. “I should have told you. I’m okay, I’m not hurt or anything, everything went fine.”
He looks at me with so much relief, “Promise me, no more fucking solo missions.”
I nod in agreement. “Promise.”
He envelops me in a hug, his arms encircling my entire back as if shielding me from danger. I feel so safe with him, nothing in the world could harm me if I stayed there.
Whispering against the top of my head, he says, “You scared the hell out of me.”
“I’m here, in one piece, Eli.”
“I’m glad you are,” he murmurs before lifting my chin and capturing my lips in a delicate kiss.
He tastes so good, his lips, the way he towers over me, the way he trusts me.
He is perfect.
A smile appears on my lips. “You taste like trouble and vodka.”
“And you taste like life itself,Milaya. So don’t play with your life like this, ok?”
I just nod and process what he just said. I love how he talks to me, the way he calls meMilaya, the way his eyes soften with me. I love it when he’s next to me. It’s everything with him; he drowns out the voices in my head. It’s so much more peaceful inside when I feel him against me or near me.
My body doesn’t even know how to be far from him anymore. It’s as if I discover everything by touching him, but now that I’ve tasted it, I can’t stop myself from wanting him even more.
He looks at my mouth, then my eyes.
Breathe Z, breathe.
“I missed you, a lot,” I say before putting my hand on his erection. I lean into his neck and whisper in his ear, feeling him inhale and exhale faster. “You’ve never looked sexier than when you’re taking care of me, Volkov.”
What are you doing Z?
Without any warning, I drop to my knees.
I’m so eager to feel him everywhere within me, to taste him, to witness him lose control just from my mouth alone.
It’s so intimate, I’ve never experienced that, nor felt the desire to do that with anyone else. But with him? I craved more; I wanted it all.
I unzip his pants and tug them down. He places his hand on my cheek, caressing it. “You look so good on your knees; I can’t wait to fuck your pretty filthy mouth,” he murmurs.
