“Yes, Reeve, please. I’m so close.”
“Good. Come for me. Let me feel that tight little pussy strangle my cock.”
She broke with a cry, her body locking up, pussy squeezing me so hard I saw stars. But I didn’t stop. I kept driving into her, grinding deep until her orgasm tipped me right over the fucking edge.
“Fuck, Elena,” I roared, slamming one last time and locking in. My hips jerked as I came, spilling inside her.
My forehead dropped to hers, both of us panting.
She blinked up at me, dazed and utterly spent, her eyes fluttering half-closed. “That was…”
“You’re not even gonna finish that sentence, baby.” My voice was ragged. “Because I already know.”
Her eyes slipped shut. And just like that, she passed out. Fucking gone.
I stayed inside her. I couldn’t leave her body. Not yet.
I shifted us gently, rolling onto my back and dragging her with me. Her legs tangled with mine, and her body curled on top of me, still wrapped around my cock, still mine.
I buried my face in her hair and breathed her in, my heart finally starting to slow, and my body settling. The terror from the dream was gone. The fury, the panic—it all burned off in the fire of her body, in the proof that she was here. With me. Wrapped around me. Branded by what we’d just done.
I didn’t sleep.
Didn’t even want to.
I just lay there, one hand sliding slowly down her back, the other wrapped tight around her waist, and let myself feel it all. All the emotions I’d been ignoring until now. I hadn’t been ready to let myself feel them, didn’t want to open myself up to the pain if this all went sideways.
But that wasn’t possible anymore.
There was no denying it.
I was so fucking in love with Elena.
11
ONYX
The room was warm and dim, morning light just beginning to filter through the blinds. Elena was still sprawled over my chest, her breath soft against my neck, skin damp and flushed from everything I’d done to her just hours before. Her thighs bracketed my hips, her leg hooked over mine, and her hair trailed across my shoulder.
I still hadn’t slept, but that was okay because I had everything I needed right here.
The scent of her still clung to my skin—sweet and heady, laced with sweat, sex, and something softer beneath it, anchoring me more than the weight of her body ever could.
My phone buzzed on the nightstand, but I didn’t move. Not at first.
I was too busy breathing her in, my hand sliding idly up and down her bare back, feeling the subtle twitch of her muscles every time my thumb grazed her spine. I’d worked her hard last night and again in the early hours of the morning. She needed the rest. Deserved it.
The phone buzzed again.Dammit.
I exhaled slowly, then eased my hand down her back to her hip and held her steady while I shifted to reach for the phone without waking her. She made a soft sound in her throat, then stilled again, her breathing slow and even. Out cold.
The screen lit up with two texts.
Wizard
King’s office. ASAP.
King
