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Under his tight hold, he brings me closer. “Aww, keep going. Those were metaphors at their finest. Please keep going. I won’t tease you, I swear.”
I must be scrunching my face in a death-glare because he bites his lip to keep from laughing.
Prepared to finish what I started, I continue, “I want to be the one to make you laugh and comfort you on bad days. I want to be seventy years old and blast songs during a road trip while singing side-by-side out of tune. I want to protect you from anything sticky until the end of our days and sit together on the grass during a rainstorm. I love you more than the moon loves the sky.” I pause, try to calm my frantic heart and wait. “Lias …?”
“What?”
“I’m done! That’s my full proclamation.”
“Oh, perfect!” He swoops me off the fountain in a surprising lift, then places me on the cobblestone. “Nice speech but I love you way more than that and you’ll never convince me otherwise.”
“Prove it.”
“I may have an idea of what to do first in our new place.”
Hand in hand, we make our way towards our home.
“We need to break in our bed,” he says, giving me a hungry, savage look.
A tingle of anticipation runs up my spine. I can’t wait for Elias to devour me.
CHAPTER THIRTY
Elias
I love Rynn. Simple as that. The most primal need to please her until she shatters from my touch is like a severe drug flowing through my blood. The anticipation threatens to implode what remains of my self-control. We’ve waited long enough.
In our apartment, which is still covered in knitting projects, I move Goosie into the bathroom to give us full privacy. No innocent cat should witness the deeds about to take place. The dim light from the street lanterns basks the studio in a glow that can only be described as sensual.
Rynn leans against a counter in the kitchen, cup of water raised to her lips. Over the rim of the glass, her eyes meet mine, a rainbow of emotions. She’s everything at once. She’s a gorgeous, strong cliffside where waves splash against the rocky base. She’s a delicate cloud, feathery and light. She’s the reason I wake each morning. My past. Future. All of it compacted into one simple, suggestive smile.
“Come here,” I say, unhooking my suspenders in case she’s willing to be restrained during our first time.
I want to make sure she’s as comfortable as possible, but Goddess Above, if this woman lets me tie her, I may die, then resurrect myself, just to experience it again.
My Sunflower stays where she is, denying me what I so desperately desire. It’s not only her body I’m addicted to. Yes, the curve of her hips under those tight leggings would make any straight man insane and her perfectly sized breasts leave my cock rock hard. But her passion is what ignites my soul. The ache to have her now is too strong to ignore.
I march across the room, heart hammering in my chest. Pinning her against the counter is almost as good as bindings. Her body, soft and receiving, fits so well against mine.
“I’m going to fuck you tonight.”
All I get is a single nod and a flick of her tongue over her bottom lip that gives me the green light.
My hand burrows into her hair, tugging a bit. She gasps, and then my lips crash into hers. I haul her closer and sprinkle kisses down her throat. At the sound of her moans, my heart tries to break out of my rib cage. She’s never as close as I want her to be. Her hands go under my shirt. On my skin. Skim up my chest. Bodies tangled closer.
Pulse speeding faster, I grab under her ass and place her on the counter for better access. Immediately, she spreads her knees wide in invitation. That action alone makes me run a hand down my face.
“Fuck, Rynn.”
“I thought you didn’t swear,” she teases with a wicked grin.
“Take off your shirt.”
“You don’t want to do it?” The twinkle in her eye is more than I can bear.
“I want to watch you,” I say, taking a step back. “Keep your knees spread.”
Slowly, she raises her shirt over her long hair, until her locks billow back down onto her chest. Half her cleavage is covered by braids and that simply won’t do.
