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“Again, Zanae,” he urged.
And I complied, leaning in to kiss him once more.
Our lips met in perfect harmony, passionately melting on each other, as if they were meant to be.
His lips were hot against mine, igniting a fire within me that I couldn’t contain, I was burning, entirely. It wasn’t just good – it was exhilarating, leaving trails of euphoria in my veins, ecstasy coursing through my blood.
I hesitated but pulled away from him.
“You killed him tonight; you took that little darkness from me and made it yours. You have a part of my own demons in you now, Elijah. He deserved everything?—”
My voice faltered, and Elijah reached out to gently cup my face, “Don’t finish this sentence, Zanae. Give me a reason to keep my distance from you.”
Say it, Z, say it.
“You made my world a little safer tonight.”
His expression darkened as brushed a strand of hair from my face, his touch surprisingly gentle in contrast to his eyes.
“If I could, I’ll take everything that’s dark in your heart and make it mine.”
Quietly, my eyes closed letting me remember what the feeling was when I sawthemthat night and added, “You stopped one of my nightmares, it’s already enough.”
His jaw tightened. “He won’t come back this time, and I promise you they’re all going to pay for this. They took something from you that day, and for that I’ll take everything they have.”
“I can handle it.”
“I don’t want you to waste your soul. I can do this for you.”
Am I dreaming or is it really the same Elijah who tried to choke me to death and even planted a knife on my chest?
“For now, let me take care of you.”
Let him take care of you, Zee.
You deserve it
Guiding me to the bathroom, he began running a bath, careful not to make me feel rushed or pressured.
I hesitated before taking my shirt off.
“Are you going to bathe me, Mister Volkov?”
His eyes were burning, his voice almost inaudible, “I am.”
I slowly eased out of my dirty clothes under his eyes, the green deepened in these irises.
I felt comfortable enough to be naked in front of that man. It wasn’t simple for me to reveal my scarred body, but with him, everything felt right, even the wrongs.
27
ELIJAH
Obsession was an illness.
Zanae Dellé wasmyillness.
But I didn’t feel sick; I felt privileged to have her existence running through my veins like the blood I needed to survive.
