Page 282 of Nemesync
“I love when you look at me like that.”
Elijah’s hand found its way to the small of my back, his touch sending waves of fire through me. “And how do I look at you,Milaya?”
“Like you want to devour me.”
His lips curved into a small grin. “Oh really?”
Without missing a beat, I closed the gap between us, my fingers lightly tracing the contours of his chest. “Really.”
“You’re so right,” he admitted.
I love this man.
So much.
So passionately.
So intensely. “Touch me, Elijah.”
Long fingers traced the line of my spine, delicately. “How do you want me to touch you?”
I leaned in, kissing the corner of his mouth. “Inappropriately,” I whispered against his skin.
The room seemed to hold its breath when he crashed his lips on mine, hungrily, roughly,lovingly.
It’s been such a long time since I have touched him, I didn’t feel it after the mission, I needed time, and he gave it to me without even talking to me about it.
Elijah’s kiss was needy, possessive even.
His hands, strong and reassuring, pulled me impossibly closer to him.
I missed his touch so much, I missed his skin, I missed the way he was so intense, the way he treated my body like it was some kind of religion to worship. I missed the desire, the burning feeling that he brings to me. I missedhim.
Elijah lifted me up and my legs parted around his lap. We parted away to breathe again, “You belong to me Zanae, everything belongs to me.” His lips found my neck again. His mouth was warm, and his tongue sucked and tasted my skin, it felt like nirvana and freedom.
His hand grabbed my ass and pressed me harder on his erection, a moan escaped my mouth, “Feel how insane I am for you.”
Oh, I felt it. It was loud and clear.
His mouth found mine again, our kiss began deepening, his tongue danced with mine, he tasted sweet and strong, he tasted like my fucking redemption.
Without even controlling my body I began moving on him. Rubbing myself against him. Searching for more.
“I love feeling how I make you feel, Elijah.”
I was breathless from desire, I just wanted him to know how good he was to me. “I want to make you feel as good as I feel. I want to feelyou, Eli.” My hand found its way on his hard-on, making his mouth part.
A sweet moan escaped those lips.
I loved seeing the effect I had on him, he was such a good man to me, I wanted him to find what I find in him every time he touches me, the euphoria, therelief.
“Tonight, I want you to make me come again. I’m yours to use, yours to bruise, yours to bend, yours to taste, anything you want,” I whispered, while using my palm to massage his erection through his shorts. .
His jaw tensed, his hand found it way under me, his warm palm began to caress my core through my panties.
It felt heavenly. “Don’t stop, Elijah.”
He smiled and tilted his head, his eyes half hooded, “Why would I stop,Milaya? I love makingmycunt throb in pleasure.”
