“More. I needmore,” he whines, and I don’t waste another second before I’m slamming into him with reckless abandon. “Oh, shit!”
“I…” I begin, pressing another breathless kiss to his lips. “Let me worship you. Even if it’s just for tonight.”
I want him to understand how important our being connected is; I need him to understand that my desire to praise him is so deeply rooted in me that I think I’ll die if he says no.
“Okay,” Elijah says, and something in me snaps into place.
“So fucking good.” My lips drop to his neck, making a path to his shoulders and then to his chest. With every thrust, I push myself further into him, and my lips are claiming his skin one kiss at a time.
“Rowan,” he cries, and I can feel the wetness collecting in the hair at his temples. I grip the strands there, slamming into him as I level my face over his, holding that hazel gaze.
“You’re so beautiful.Fuck—you’re so beautiful. I’d do anything, anything you asked. Anything for you,” I’m confessing, and his tears only grow heavier. “On my knees, I’d beg you for a single touch.”
“Oh, god. So deep,” he whimpers, hands clenching at my hips. And I can’t take it; I can’t take this burning desire or this building of emotion inside of me.
I pick him up, sitting him on my dick as I pound up into him. Elijah cries out, wrapping his arms around my neck.
“I know—I know, baby. Just like that… you like it just like that,” I whisper against his ear, hitting that sweet little spot inside of him with every desperate thrust.
And he’s moaning and leaking and falling apart, so I know I’m right. Even without those tell-tale signs, I know I’m right.
Because every moment of my life has been leading up to this, everything suddenly makes sense to me.
Do you remember me now?
As I fuck up into Elijah’s tight ass, I try to breathe around the weight of my devastation, of my sorrow.
Can you feel how your body remembers mine?
My hand sneaks between our torsos, pressing hard against the little spot between his hips where I’m buried so sweetly inside of him. Where we connect.
I finally found you, didn’t I? What happened to us? Where did you go?
“Row, I’m gonna come! Oh…Oh fuck,ohmygod, ohmy—ugh,” he groans, and I can feel the hot release of his come spread between where our chests are pressed together.
Elijah is sobbing, sobbing so fucking desperately. As if his bodyisremembering mine; as if it’s mourning.
I can’t breathe around the sick sorrow in my chest, and my own tears make my words nearly unintelligible.
“God—this is our souls connecting. I’m learning your spirit as well as your body. I want it all,” I hear myself saying.
I want every piece of him. I want to learn every inch of who he has become.
And as he keeps crying, I keep fucking him. Licking his tears away, swallowing each sob.
Do you understand why you’re crying in such a way? Have you missed me as much as I’ve missed you?
I fuck him even harder. Elijah comes over and over again. Throughout the night, neither of us can stop crying, and he keeps coming.
I have lived my entire life shrouded in sorrow, all for this one moment, this one reunion.
In this devastating connection, I feel him—Benjamin—alive in every inch of Elijah. His soul is mine to reclaim, and mine is his. There is no thought, no doubt, only the overwhelming truth that he has always been here, waiting, and I have finally found him.
With every thrust, with every tear that falls, I am more assured. With each climax, with every passing moment, I am more certain that he and Benjamin are one and the same.
There is no way that I would get this close to him and not know; there is no way he and I would be born to the same universe, and I would not find him.
It’s fine that he doesn’t seem to remember me. His body does—and I can make him fall in love all over again. I don’t mind; slow and steady wins the race.
