Page 219 of Nemesync
The stimulation flooded my entire body, he was everywhere, and he just kept thrusting tirelessly. The last one was so brutal that I obeyed his command and came all over him, screaming his name in a long agonizing wheeze. “Fuck! Elijah!”
My eyes rolled back, and I clung to his arm as my legs gave out. He continued slowly, kissing my neck, prolonging the addictive sensation.
Just after that, he released himself, still buried deep inside me, keeping his promise. A low, breathless sound escaped him as his arm around my waist pulled me closer.
He kissed my shoulder, breathing heavily. “See, Zanae, your ass is all marked by me now. Seeing my cum running down your thigh makes me want to fuck you all over again.”
“I... I can’t breathe,” I managed to gasp out, still trembling.
The adrenaline from tonight, combined with this intense moment, left me shaken.
“My Angel, did I fuck you too hard? I love the sound of you all breathless,” he murmured, planting a line of kisses on my back, trailing up to my nape.
Sweaty, tired, but still smiling, I replied, knowing he’d hear that smile in my voice even if he couldn’t see it. “Are you saying that you love hurting me, Volkov?”
He brushed his lips softly against mine grinning, before getting up from the bed. “Only when I fuck you,Milaya,” he said with a smirk. “I’m going to come back in a few minutes. Go take a shower.”
I rose from the bed and made my way to the bathroom. The aftermath of our little moment had left its marks on my body—my cheeks flushed, hickeys all over my shoulders and thighs, my lips swollen from our kisses.
He remained here.
He was a new constant in my life.
The hot water flowed over me, soothing the ache in my body. But I liked it. The feeling of comfort it brought, almost as if Elijah’s touch survived in the steam. I just began appreciating life, discovering new feelings, new sensations.
The worst thing, the most frustrating feeling was that I still couldn’t shake the awareness that the voices still whispered in my mind, haunting every joy, every little step I took to heal.
Even with him, I could still hear them. Elijah was there, but the demons never truly left.
Breathe Z. He’s with you. He’ll always be.
I slipped into one of his shirts, entering the room where he awaited me, a glass filled with ice cubes in hand. He greeted me with a weak and beautiful smile.
“Come here and let me see how sore you are.”
I settled onto the bed, chuckling. “You’re not going to use that on me, are you?” I asked, concerned but more intrigued than anything.
Leaning over me, he kissed me softly. “Yes, I am,Little Nightmare.”
With an ice cube held between his lips, he parted my legs with his hands. Exposed before him, I felt hot as he placed it on my clit before slipping it just before my entrance.Breathe. The sensation was unlike anything I had experienced before; my back arched involuntarily begging for more. “Elijah, it’s so cold. I think I love it…”
He left the ice cube there and returned to my face, kissing me once more, his mouth both cold and warm against mine. “My marks look beautiful between all these tattoos. Right where they belong,” he murmured, his gaze fixed on mine as his hand moved back down.
With the remaining ice cube in his fingers, he traced the lines of my folds, eliciting a soft gasp from me. My arms found theirway around his neck, my eyes closed as I surrendered to the sensation. My mouth hung slightly open, lost in the pleasure.
“I love seeing you speechless, Zanae,” he whispered.
The ice cube melted away, leaving a weird pleasing feeling on my skin. His kiss lingered on my neck as he murmured, “How do you feel?”
“I think I loved it,” I admitted.
He kissed my nose gently. “We have all the time in the world to explore what else you love next,Milaya.”
We laid intertwined on the bed, Elijah’s arms securely wrapped around my waist. My fingers traced the delicate lines of the tattoo on his forearm, my eyes staring back at me.
They no longer felt empty; on his skin, they felt alive,burning.
“I can’t believe you did this,” I said, admiring his work.
