Page 268 of Nemesync
Were they still worried?
“I’m okay, guys,” I assured them, breaking the silence. “I’m just thinking.”
Elijah’s fingers found my pulse on my wrist and confirmed that my heart was beating normally. He leaned closer to me and kissed my jaw, “Good.”
Niko nodded at Elijah before starting to speak in Russian again, “Ona ne vret? Yey luchshe?”
Elijah smirked, his hand on the back of my neck, “Net, ona ne vret.”
Niko chuckled, “Okey,otlichno.”
I just shook my head, “I hate when you two do that.”
Eli leaned toward me and whispered, “Ya lyublyu tebya.”
It was loud enough for Niko to hear it and let out a small laugh, I looked at him with a raised eyebrow, “What did you just say?”
He took his glass of vodka and sipped it, “That I was sorry for the Russian part.” And Niko laughed again; he was lying to me.
I really had to learn Russian.
After dinner, Niko had to go back home. But before leaving, he pulled me back into his arms and whispered in my ear, “You know what Elijah told you before?” I shook my head, still hugging him. He smiled against my head, “That he loved you.”
I looked at him, surprised that Elijah said it in front of someone else, not answering, just smiling. “And I love you too, Little Z, you know I’m just a call away if you need anything,” and with that, he disappeared outside.
I turned around to find Elijah leaning against the opposite wall, his head tilted, his gaze piercing.
In a deep, rich voice that I adored, he said, “What did Niko tell you, Zanae?”
I approached him, my eyes locked on his, his beautiful eyes full of love. “He told me that you loved me.”
He moved toward me, stopped, and lifted me with one hand to sit me on the kitchen island, while the other caressed my face.
I sat while he positioned himself between my thighs, and he just buried his head in my neck, inhaling my scent before lifting his face to mine.
“I do. I love you, more than I could ever express in words. I love you to the point where I see only you every time I close my eyes; you are the only thing I constantly think about. I don’t want you to forget it. I love being yours, and I love the feel of you being mine”
Tears of joy threatened to spill from my eyes. I felt like a million butterflies had been set free inside me; it was like every nerve in my body was alive.
Breathe Z, breathe. “What else?” I asked in a needy murmur.
His eyes burned with adoration and compassion. “I found my heart in yours, Zanae. You own me as much as I do, body, mind, and soul.”
I smiled at this man who had found a way to feel so much love for someone who couldn’t even love herself, cherishing every broken piece of me.
His eyes pleaded, begging me to persevere, to never stop trying.
In a voice so soft and supplicating almost, as if the answer could determine his own survival, he asked, “Can I kiss you?”
I was hypnotized by his existence, hypnotized by him, by the force with which he held me there, and I nodded my head, “Please do.”
“Call me like you did this morning,” he implored.
“Hayati,please kiss me,” I whispered.
He began by pressing a gentle kiss to my neck, his tongue trailing along my skin until it found my lips with an urgency that caused my head to fall backward. His mouth was so demanding, so relieved.
My hands clung to his neck while he explored my body.
