Page 178 of Nemesync
“Your wishes are my commands.”
We exchanged smiles, he took a big jacket for me and then we went in the parking lot. Elijah handed me a helmet, his eyes full of softness and affection. “You look too good with this on.”
I giggled, adjusting the helmet as he helped. “I look like nothing, you can’t see my face with this.”
He smiled and replied, “I can see your eyes clearly and they’re looking perfect.”
Once settled on the motorcycle, Elijah’s hands securely held the handlebars, occasionally gliding over mine, teasing me. My fingers danced on his gloves.
The city lights and the sky were perfectly mirroring what I was feeling. It was deep and obscure but with freckles of light. The wind whispered secrets only we could hear. It felt dreamy and I felt free, only he could make me feel like this.
“You know, I could get used to this,” he remarked, turning toward me.
I could only see his eyes, and even with that I felt my heartbeat fastened. “To what? Riding on a motorcycle or having me close?” I shouted over the wind.
With a smirk, he replied, “Both,Milaya.”
It felt good, being with him, sensing the danger when he went faster with the bike, everything felt good, I didn’t even want it to end. After a few minutes he parked the motorcycle near an ice cream stand, and my eyes lit up with excitement.
“You haven’t eaten anything today; I don’t want you to collapse again. I’d have to lift you up and all that,” he said sarcastically.
I mimicked an offended scream, touching my heart. “Don’t you dare remind me of that.”
He chuckled, gave me a little squeeze on the thigh, and a small kiss on the lips, whispering low, “I loved touching you, even when I had to hate you,Lapochka,” and walked to the ice cream stand.
I couldn’t help but drool over the way his biker vest accentuated his broad shoulders, and the tattoos peeking from beneath; he’s a sight.
The man who gave him the ice cream looked terrified. I mean, I would be too. Imagine a man like Elijah Volkov, coming to you to buy sweets? I’d shit my pants.
When he returned, he handed me a cone, chocolate, exactly what I like. I smiled at him. “How do you know?”
He grabbed the back of my thighs, leaning toward me and leaving a kiss on my neck. “I know everything about you,” he said, smiling against my skin.
“Oh really? And how is that, Volkov?”
“I lived with you for months now, and god knows how much you love those little chocolate ice cream treats I buy.”
A laugh escaped me, making him grin even wider.
I ate my cone of ice cream while he watched me with a smile that made my heart burst again. “You don’t like ice cream?”
He tilted his head, kissed me, and then licked my lips. “I like watching you eat and tasting it directly from you. Not my fault if it tastes better.”
After that we just went back on the bike, my hands on him, my chest completely crushed on his back, the night air rushed past us. I gestured to Elijah, signaling for more speed. He revved up the motorcycle.
“Faster!” I shouted.
I needed more, I wanted more.
More freedom, more speed, less control.
“Hold on tight,” he replied, tapping my leg to make sure I held on tight around his waist.
The speedometer climbed, and my laughter blended with the roar of the bike. It felt like I was living again, the speed, the air, him, life never felt so vivid than in that moment.
“Is this your way of showing off, Volkov?” I teased, running a finger along his abs up and down, when we stopped.
“Oh,Lapochka, I can show off in way more ways than this,” he responded with a grin.
