Page 28 of The Storms Between Us
twenty-three
Everywhere I look is black.I can tell my back is flat against something soft, but I see nothing, feel nothing around me. I beg my senses to find something to cling to, some hint of recognition in my surroundings. But it's no use. I'm alone. Suddenly, I feel a hand latch tightly around my ankle and I scream. A sinister laugh comes from the darkness. Slowly, the hand roams up my body, touching me roughly as I try to pull away. But my body is frozen in place. I thrash violently, but it's no use. I can’t escape the touch of this ominous stranger.
“Don’t fight me, baby. You’ll regret it,” I hear a voice say, and I recognize it immediately. Justin’s hands creep up my body, leaving a chilling trail in their wake. I try as hard as I can to pull myself from his grasp, but it’s no use. My eyes, slowly adjusting to the darkness, catch a glimpse of the chains surrounding my wrists and ankles. I pull against my bonds but make no headway in freeing myself from this prison.
“Oh, Ember, you knew better than to run. I’ll always find you,” he says, suddenly so close to my ear I can feel his breath against my skin. I jerk my head to the side, but his hand encircles neck, halting my motion instantly. “You’re mine, always mine,” he says, squeezing his hand tightly around my throat. I pull franticly against my restraints, trying and failing to escape his grip. “Always mine,” I hear him say as black spots dance across my vision. This is it, the moment my fight ends…
I sit up suddenly in bed, clutching my throat and coughing harshly. A small but desperate scream escapes my lips as the tears fall heavily from my eyes. Elijah’s eyes snap open and he’s up and out of bed, a pistol in his hand, before I can begin to process what’s happening. He surveys the room, his eyes falling on my trembling form. He sets the gun on the desk by the door and comes back to bed, wrapping his arms tightly around me as I sob into his shoulder. His hands stroke my back softly as I cling tighter to him. These nightmares started slowly, only coming once a week when all of this started. Now they’ve become a nightly occurrence, and this is how we wake up each night.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you. It’s just becoming so much more… real, so vivid. It’s like I can feel his hands on me,” I tell him, taking several deep breaths to calm my racing heart.
“Don’t be sorry, Sunshine. I know a thing or two about nightmares. It’s okay, I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere. He will never touch you again, Ember,” Eli says. He kisses my temple and I latch on to his torso, burying my head against his chest. I soak in a few more moments of comfort from him before climbing out of bed and walking to the bathroom.
I shut the door behind me and brace myself on the counter in front of the sink. I don’t dare look at my reflection in the mirror. I hate the frightened little girl I see lately. She’s defenseless and broken and I don’t want to be her. I quickly strip out of my clothes and step into the shower, not bothering to wait for the water to warm up. The ice cold spray feels like thousands of needles against my skin and I let it sting. I don’t care how much my skin aches from the frigid temperature surrounding me. I need to wash this feeling away. I’m tired of hiding, tired of looking over my shoulder every time I leave this house. I don’t want to be the reason Elijah’s first instinct is to grab a gun. Weak and feeble have never been words anyone would use to describe me. I won’t let this asshole keep ruining my life.
All of a sudden, I’m engulfed in warmth. I was so wrapped up in my head I didn’t hear Elijah come into the bathroom or slip into the shower behind me. He holds me silently for several long seconds before kissing my shoulder. I lean my head back against his chest, soaking in his love and strength.
“We’re gonna be okay, Sunshine,” he says softly.
“I know, honey.” I turn and wrap my arms around his neck.
I push up on my tiptoes and kiss him softly. I step closer to him, pushing my body flush against him as his cock grows thick and heavy between us. I wrap my hand around his shaft, toying with his piercing and slowly sliding my hand up and down his silky skin until he groans. Moving my hand faster, I slide my palm over the sensitive tip. As we fight for control, I can feel the muscles throughout his body contracting. I make a move to drop to my knees, but he stops me.
“Not this time, baby. I need to be inside you,” he says, his voice thick with lust. In one swift motion, he picks me up, wrapping my legs tightly around his waist and opening me up to him completely. He pushes my back against the cold tile wall and the contrast in temperatures makes me gasp. He teases me slowly, pushing inside my core with just the tip and pulling back out over and over until I'm clawing at his shoulders.
“Elijah, now,” I say, sounding desperate and impatient.
He holds my body against the wall with his as he thrusts deeply, filling me completely in one stroke. I moan loudly, quickly adjusting to his size as if our bodies were made to fit together seamlessly. He stretches my walls so deliciously. I know I’ll never get enough of this man. He moves, slow, shallow thrusts at first, then pounding into me as deeply as he can. I curl my fingers into his hair as his strokes become more intense. He bottoms out with each thrust, burying himself completely within me.
“Fuck, Sunshine. I could slide inside this sweet pussy every day and never leave,” he says between strokes and heat flushes through my body at his words. I'm trying so hard to hold off my orgasm, wishing this feeling could last forever.
“I know you’re holding back, Ember. I don’t know why you even try. You’re gonna fucking come for me, baby,” he says, sliding his hand between our bodies and creating the perfect amount of pressure and friction on my clit to set me off. I detonate, my walls constricting around his cock in waves. I fist my hands in his hair, pulling so hard I'm sure he’s gonna have a headache later. But I can’t bring myself to care. He continues his punishing momentum, never letting up. I can feel another orgasm already building before I’ve even come down from the last one.
“Oh god, Elijah. Don’t stop, please,” I beg shamelessly.
“Never. I’ll never stop, Em. God, I love you,” he says, his icy blue eyes locking onto mine, pushing me over the edge again. I try to muffle my screams by burying my face into his neck as I explode, coming so hard I swear my vision blurs. He slams into me one final time, holding himself deep inside of me. I feel the heat of his release coating my walls, branding me as his. And I am his. I don’t think I could even belong to anyone else again.
