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Before I know what’s happening, his mouth crushes mine, tongue sweeping in, penetrating deep. My moan gets trapped as he ravages me, his kiss full of carnal sin and claiming. Lust combusts into a firestorm that instantly sweeps through me, and he leaves me no sanctuary to flee from the flames.You are mine, his kiss decrees.
Mouths fused together, he shoves a hand into my shorts, gripping my throbbing cock. I get no reprieve from the maelstrom he’s thrown me into as he pumps my length with fast pulls that have my eyes rolling back.OhGodOhGod.It’s too much. My mind is consumed with raw need as he pushes me toward the edge of an euphoric insanity, and noises I’ve never made before come keening out as he drives me to a fast climax.
“Give it to me.” Elijah sinks his teeth into my bottom lip, drawing blood.
Pleasure and pain mix into an intoxicating cocktail, and I fucking explode.
Moaning his name, I float in that wonderful space of delirium, not giving a damn that my orgasm soaks through my shorts and runs down the inside of my thighs.
He removes his hand and licks my cum off each finger.
“I still want that grilled cheese,” he says, kissing me softly, right before he turns around and walks out the front door.
What the hell just happened?
Chapter Eleven
ELIJAH
“Elijah?”Confused green eyes blink at me from the open doorway. “What are you doing here?” Liz’s puzzlement as to why I’m standing at her door at ten o’clock at night gives way to concern. “Is everything okay?”
She must’ve been getting ready for bed. Her hair is pulled up into a high, messy bun, a few wet tendrils sticking to her cheeks—and she’s holding a toothbrush.
“May I come in?”
I’ll say what I need to out here if it comes to it, but I’d rather not.
“Uh…” She glances behind her. “Yeah. Come in. It’s a bit of a mess.”
Liz moves aside. I step around a pile of deconstructed cardboard boxes left in the entry.
“I can take this stuff down to the dumpster and the recycle bin when I leave.”
“That’s very sweet of you, but I’ll do it in the morning.”
When she closes the door, the hem of her tank top rises, exposing ugly scars across her abdomen and lower rib cage where she was stabbed. Those scars will forever be a stark, physical reminder of the horrors she survived. Every time she looks in the mirror will force her to relive the night where she lost everything. Her parents, her sister. The agony she must live in every day, not remembering what happened. Perhaps it’s a blessing that she doesn’t.
Liz notices me staring and quickly pulls down her top, but not before I also catch a glimpse of several blue butterflies with broken wings tattooed over a few of the scars.
She taps the head of the toothbrush against her leg. Fidgets in place. “Um, would you like something to drink? I have water and soda and juice.”
“Water would be nice.”
I make sure not to crowd behind her as I follow her into the kitchen. She’s gotten over most of her wariness around us, but I can still sense some uneasiness.
She drops her toothbrush onto the counter, disappears into the small pantry, and comes out with a bottle of water.
“A glass with ice?”
“Plain’s fine.”
She passes it to me, then stands on the other side of the small counter island, letting it provide a barrier of comfort between us.
“I think I know why you’re here.”
I twist the cap off and take a drink, hoping it will help ease my suddenly parched throat.
“I’m so sorry, Elijah, for what I asked Julien to do. It wasn’t fair of me to ask him and put him in that position, and it wasn’t fair to you. I feel awful. Please don’t be angry with him. It’s my fault, not his.”
