Page 291 of Nemesync
But Elijah gripped my cheeks firmly, as if his life depended on my very own pleasure. “Keep those pretty amber eyes on me while I fuck you, Zanae,” he urged.
It was too much for me, I reached the peak of pressure, making me gasp for air, and then, the tension was relieved.
My legs tightened around his waist and my nails sank even more into his skin. Waves of heat and pleasure made my eyelids heavy, not allowing me to open them.
“That’s it, my perfectLittle Nightmare. Stained by me, ruined by me. You’re so beautiful.”
Breathe Z. Breathe.
But he didn’t stop while I was struggling to regain my composure and continued going in and out of me. My walls tightened around his cock, once again, more brutally, with a little cry escaping from my lips, “Elijah…”
“Come for me. Sin for me,” he desperately demanded, barely able to utter a word between heavy breaths and deep throaty moans.
“Oh, fuck, Zanae,” he gasped before plunging one last time deep inside me.
I couldn’t stop shaking. Seconds later, I felt his warmth within me. His release filled me, warm andfamiliar.
He frantically placed his forehead against mine, never breaking eye contact. “I love watching you sob with pleasure and hear you scream my name,” he confessed. “I just loveyou.”
Elijah
MyLittle Nightmarewas beautiful.
I couldn’t help but think about the twist of fate that brought her into my life. I never thought that someone so deserving, so incredibly strong as her, would willingly walk through the shadows that created and composed my whole existence.
The love I have for her was so freaking deep, that it eclipsed even the searing heat of the sun. I would defy the very fabric of existence to be with her eternally.
I traced the contours of her face, memorizing each line, each curve, each freckle, each mole,everything. I didn’t want to forget it, even if I saw her face every day.
That pale skin was marked by my biting, red and purple stains and spots all over her body.
Branding her as mine felt brutally satisfying.
I was the one allowed to bruise her without dismissing her value. I ruined her because she needed proof that shattered Zanae was still loveable, and so magnificent it hurt. That broken Zanae was still sublime and divine. That ruined Zanae was still sinfully bright. That she was still mine and will forever be mine, no matter the devastation.
My eyes scanned her whole, my own canvas of chaos and ethereal trouble. My partner in crime who took everything without ever complaining about the pain I offered her.
“What are you thinking about?”
Pulling her closer, I replied, “Give me your mouth again.” I gave her a sweet kiss, and we nestled into each other’s arms. “Do you feel good with me, Zanae?”
She tilted her head and grinned wider, planting kisses all over my face. “Everything feels good with you. Life, breathing, singing, eating. You even managed to make sex something good.”
My heart.Fuck.
“You sure?”
She chuckled and laid on my torso. “Hayati., you made me feel comfortable enough in my own skin just by kissing me and touching me. The traumas, the memories– they disappear when you make love to me.”
A deep breath followed as she kissed my chest, then offered me her gaze. “I felt stained and dirty before you. Now, your marks, your bruises—they remind me that love can be brutal. My scars aren’t just horrible. The ones you left on my skin will forever be beautiful.”
My angel planted a kiss on my lips and concluded, “I love when you kiss me, when you touch me, when you’re inside me. I love when you use me just as much as I use you. I love the pleasure you give me. I love you. Don’t ever doubt it.Never.”
“Good, because I’ll never stop.”
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