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I slipped into the warm water, Elijah’s gaze catching every part of me. I splashed a bit of water at him, teasing him with a seductive tone. “Like what you see?”
He brought me closer to him, the bubbles splashing everywhere on the ground as I laughed. “Immensely,” heresponded, kissing my shoulders and then my cheeks with the same satisfied grin.
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ELIJAH
Life is so messed up.
If someone had told me years ago that I would be in a jacuzzi with Zanae Dellé one day, utterly captivated by the ethereal beauty before me, I would’ve banged his head against the wall to knock some sense into him. But look at me now, on my knees for this woman.
She emerged from the jacuzzi, water droplets clinging to her skin and her lashes, like diamonds reflecting my own damn weak gaze on her. Her cheeks were flushed from the warmth of the water, making her even more adorable.
My fingers gently caressed the curve of her back, where I knew she had a tattoo I had given her.
My mark on my woman.
“I salivate just thinking of how you taste.”
“You’re such a tease…”
I leaned forward. “You know who’s a better tease?” I kissed her neck, slowly, and whispered, “my tongue.”
She chuckled, and I was addicted to that sound, that face, that smile, and her. “You’re stunning, you know that?”
She smiled, her eyes shining, her mouth plumped, dimples out. “Elijah Volkov, using flattery with me? How dare you?”
“Is it working?” I asked, grinning like the happiest man alive.
She nodded. “Of course, continue.”
A laugh escaped me and I couldn’t resist the opportunity to draw her closer, our lips meeting in a tender kiss. “But it’s not just your beautiful face,” I whispered between kisses. “Your laughter is my favorite sound,” I continued, pressing more kisses. “Your touch is a drug in my veins,Milaya.” Her playful gaze met mine, inviting another round of kisses. “Your eyes make me want to burn inside just to keep your soul warm.”
Tracing her jawline, I added, “Your damn existence is making me feel alive.”
“What else,Hayati?” She smiled against my lips, and I was a goner.
I pulled her closer. “You, Zanae Dellé, are the reason my heart is beating again.”
Kissing her lips, savoring the taste of her mouth, my favorite fucking remedy, I thank every entity that made her cross my path.
We lingered in the water for a few moments, exchanging kisses and caresses. All I wanted was to savor this moment. She laughed, felt at ease, and that’s precisely what I desired.
But after that, we stayed beneath the glass roof of the room. Her dark curly hair shone so brightly that my finger caught in one of her curls as she gazed dreamily at the sky.
She lost herself countless time in it, but tonight feels different
“Show me where it hurts.”
“Why?”
I breathed against her fingertips, “Because I want to see how much I’ve failed you.”
She smiled, “You couldn’t be there.”
“And I may hate myself even more now because of that.”
A long and sweet kiss on my cheek followed. “Don’t. It’s okay.”
