You’re mine, finally. Really mine. –Elias
Elias
She was seated on me. All of me.
Her thighs trembling against mine, hands on my chest, breath ragged and shaky as she tried to process what we’d just done.
She took all of me. Every inch.
I couldn’t move.
I didn’t dare move.
Because if I did… I would lose it.
Right here.
Right now.
I clenched my fists into the sheets, my voice barely human. “Don’t move.”
Her eyes widened. “Did I—?”
“No,” I choked out. “You’ll break me if you move. Just—just let me breathe.”
She laughed softly.
The sound wrapped around me like a hand to the throat and a balm to the heart all at once.
She was so fucking beautiful.
Messy hair. Damp skin. Flushed cheeks.
My Liana.
Sitting on me. Around me.
Her body tight, hot, perfect.
And mine.
She leaned forward slightly, and I swore under my breath.
“Don’t,” I growled. “Liana—”
But she just tilted her head, lips brushing against my ear.
“Am I doing something wrong?” she whispered.
“No,” I said hoarsely. “You’re—god—you’re killing me.”
She smiled, a little shy, a little proud.
My whole body jerked, breath shattering in my lungs.
“God,” I gasped, eyes squeezing shut.
I’m gonna come in a second if I let her do anything else.
I grabbed her hips, not roughly, but firm, steady. Grounding.
I lifted her gently, just enough to slide back, then eased back in with a groan so deep it scraped my throat raw.
Her mouth parted in a soft, shocked cry.
I kissed her. Hard. Deep.
And moved.
Slow. Deep. Measured.
She clung to me, hands fisting in my hair, her body trembling with every motion.
I was doing this.
Loving her.
Claiming her.
Guiding her through every unfamiliar wave.
And when she opened her eyes, wide and glassy and full of something that split me open.
I said it. “I love you.”
Then, finally… “You’re mine.”
She leaned down, pressing her forehead to mine, her breath trembling as she whispered.
“I am.”
So I took her.
Again.
And again.
Until we were both gone.
And only us remained.
