Page 163 of Nemesync
His eyes softened as he looked at me. “Is the psycho allowed to touch you? Because I can assure you, he’s dying to.”
“Not only are you the only one who can touch it, but you’re also the one who gets to have me all to himself tonight,” I whispered against his ear.
“I can’t wait to fulfill that promise later,” he responded, sipping on his drink, his hand gripping my thigh even tighter.
“I can’t wait either.” I said, smiling.
His hand, so warm and so large, found the small of my back, pulling me closer.
Niko went outside to say goodbye to Ben, who had some emergency at work. I don’t think a surgeon can keep people waiting when he’s at a club; he didn’t even finish his drink.
He gave us a hug and a wink before heading off with Niko.
Elijah took my hand and pulled me to a hall next to the toilets, his hands lifting my dress up, slowly, and tracing the lines of my panties.
“Eli…people can walk in on us,” I breathed out, my arousal clouding every logical thought in my head.
He kissed my neck, his hands brushing my inner thigh, stealing another moan from my lips. “Let them see how I’m going to fuck you,Milaya,” he whispered, inhaling me, his breath hot against my skin, “Let them wonder what it feels like to be consumed by someone as much as I am by you.”
My head fell on his shoulder, my hand grabbed his and redirected it on my throat. In a breathless growl, he admitted, “You’re going to kill me one day.”
I chuckled; the sound full of need. “Good. Wasn’t that the initial plan?”
His lips met mine, his dark chuckle suffocated between our mouths, the rhythm alternating between slow and soft, and fast and intense. The kiss was so deep I couldn’t feel anything else but him. His hands cradling my face, fingers lightly tracing the contours, and mines finding their way naturally on his neck.
His green eyes locked onto mine, a smirk playing on his lips. “You know,” he began, “that pretty mouth of yours could be put to better use if you just shut up more often.”
I raised an eyebrow, trying to breathe again, and hiding my smile. “Oh, really? And what use would you suggest Volkov?”
He leaned in, his voice a low whisper, “Perhaps make me proud and kiss the hell out of me before taking my cock between those pretty lips.”
My hands were still hanging around his neck, his body pressed into mine. And I couldn’t stop myself from rubbing against him as our tongues danced together.
Just as the passion between us intensified, Niko arrived, anger and worry all over his face. Whatever was happening seemed urgent.
I didn’t even care that he found us in this position, I just wanted to know why he seemed this worried.
“Eli, the man who approached Zanae earlier is here. And he’s not alone.”
Elijah backed off from me, his face changed. No green, his eyes were turning black again. “For her?”
“For her, I’m sure.” Niko answered.
A dangerous calm settled over his features. “Take Zanae outside, Niko. I’ll deal with this.”
“Elijah, I can help.”
I will not let him deal with God knows who and hide.
He fixed me with a dark gaze. “Zanae, go outside. Now.”
I took a step closer to Niko, giving him my back facing those green eyes. “Elijah Volkov, listen to me. I can’t just stand by. You’re not going to force me.”
He clenched his jaw in frustration. “Zanae, for fucking once, listen to me. Go outside, let Nikolai take care of you.”
I hesitated, torn between stubbornness to stay by his side and the need to follow his demand. He softened slightly, cupping my face with both tenderness and urge. “Milaya, please, trust me. Go outside, now.”
He said please.
