Feeling him made me glad I had taken my time with him and let him come. He needed the extra prep.
“So good.” When he lifted his hips and moved into my thrust, I added another finger.
“More.”
I added another one, continuing my thrusts.
When Elliot moaned my name, I withdrew my fingers.
He whimpered and grabbed me, wrapping his arms around my shoulders as I settled over him. I positioned my cock at his opening and pushed in.
I kissed Elliot, wanting to possess him completely. I needed him to know we belonged together and that the moment belonged to us.
He held me tightly and took over the kiss.
I bottomed out and stilled. The need grew larger. It took over the room and left nothing but the two of us. We could have been floating in the between for all I cared.
I pulled out halfway, then moved in again.
A feverishness took hold. I couldn’t kiss and feel Elliot’s incredible heat at the same time, so I ended the kiss, pressing my cheek to Elliot’s and panting in his ear.
“Oh gods.”
“Grymley.” He panted my name again, as though he couldn’t help but say it with tremendous passion. “My Grymley.”
“Yours,A stor.” I quickened the pace of my thrusts. “All yours, baby. And you’re mine.”
Elliot cried out. The muscles of his opening tightened around my cock, and I could feel his warm, wet come between us.
It took me a couple more thrusts before the pleasure became too much. I couldn’t think about anything but the white-hot need building in my core. When it crested, I bottomed out. I kissed his cheek as I pulled out partway, then pushed back in, keeping my lips pressed there as the pleasure worked through my body.
When I came down, I kissed him everywhere, on his cheek, along his jaw to his neck, and back to his lips, where I stole a taste of him.
Elliot giggled. “Kissed by Death.”
I growled and lightly bit Elliot’s shoulder, tickling him. “We did more than kiss.”
“Yes, we did,” Elliot said, sounding satisfied. “I don’t want to move.”
“Well, too bad.” I eased out of Elliot, then lifted him into my arms. “Does this old farmhouse have a nice big tub?”
Elliot clung to me but pointed to an ajar door. “My bathroom.”
“Would you soak in my filth with me?”
Elliot chuckled. “If you’ll soak in mine, I’ll soak in yours.”
“I’ve never wanted to bathe with anyone before, but I have an instinct to take care of you.”
Elliot tightened his grip. “Our bond just got a lot stronger.”
“I feel it, too.” Contentment and peace weren’t things I’d felt in so long. I wasn’t sure if I’d ever felt them before.
No matter what happened with the Bureau, nothing could come between us.
Chapter Nineteen
Elliot
