I’m where I’m supposed to be. In you. –Elias
Liana
It started with the laundry.
We were folding clothes together, something painfully domestic.
My bras, his T-shirts, a random sock neither of us claimed.
Elias held up one of my camisoles. “This yours?”
I rolled my eyes. “Obviously.”
He turned it in his hand, slow, like he was reading a map. “You wore this the night we went to the beach.”
I froze mid-fold.
His eyes lifted to mine.
And just like that, the air shifted.
I swallowed. “Yeah.”
He stepped closer.
My breath caught.
I didn’t move when he dropped the camisole, didn’t look away when he reached out and brushed his fingers down my bare arm.
“You looked so soft that night,” he said, voice low. “You looked like you needed to be touched.”
I couldn’t think. Could barely breathe.
He got closer. I could feel his breath when he said, “Do you still need to be touched?”
I looked away, felt the heat on my face, but I nodded.
Elias
I kissed her like I was starving.
Because I was.
Not just for her body, but for the way she moaned when I touched her right.
The way her breath hitched when I moved just a little slower, a little deeper.
I backed her into the bed, peeled her shirt off, pressed my lips to the base of her throat and felt her tremble.
She didn’t flinch this time. She tilted her chin back and let me explore.
My hands skimmed over her waist, down her hips, dragging her pants and underwear in one smooth motion.
She blushed, still shy, but she didn’t hide.
“I want to see you,” I said.
Her fingers curled around the edge of the blanket.
“But I—”
“You’re perfect,” I murmured, kissing her collarbone. “I want all of you.”
Her eyes fluttered closed as I kissed my way down her stomach.
Then I pushed her legs apart and settled between them.
She gasped when my mouth found her.
Again.
But this time, her hands didn’t pull me away.
They held me there.
Liana
His tongue moved like he knew every part of me better than I did.
Soft circles, then slow strokes, then a gentle suck that made my hips jerk off the bed.
“E-Elias—”
He didn’t stop. Didn’t even slow.
I felt myself build, felt the pressure coil deep and low and hot and sharp.
I bit my lip. Grabbed the sheets.
Then moaned.
Loud.
“I can’t—please—I’m gonna—”
Then I did.
I came with a cry that echoed off the walls, hips shaking, body arching into him like I was trying to get closer than skin would allow.
He kissed my thigh once, then again.
Then came up over me, eyes dark, breathing rough.
“You good?” he asked, voice tight.
I nodded, still dazed. “That was… a lot.”
His mouth curved. “We’re not done.”
Elias
She was slick, warm, still trembling under me as I lined myself up and pushed in.
She gasped. Clutched my arms.
“You okay?”
“Yes. Just… slow.”
I nodded. And moved.
Gentle at first. Just enough to feel her stretch around me again.
But the way she moaned, the way she clung—God, I couldn’t hold back for long.
I gripped her hips. Thrust deeper. Harder.
She cried out again, not in pain—never in pain—just shock.
“Elias—”
“I got you,” I growled, pushing in to the hilt.
She wrapped around me like she never wanted to let go.
I found my rhythm. steady, deep, relentless.
She matched me.
Met every thrust with her own, small gasps turning into whimpers.
Her nails scraped my back.
Her thighs clamped around my waist.
Her walls clenched, and I felt her build again.
“That’s it,” I murmured, voice wrecked. “Come for me again, baby.”
She did.
And this time, she pulled me with her.
I buried myself deep and let go.
The world went white.
Liana
We lay tangled and breathless in the dark.
His heartbeat thudded against my cheek. His arm held me tight.
I didn’t speak for a long time.
Because everything I wanted to say was already between us, in the rhythm, the gasps, the way he held me like I was home.
I was full.
Not just physically.
In every way.
