“Hmm?”
“I love you.”
She sniffled, her arm sliding under his, her hand clutching his back. “I love you, too. Nothing will change that.”
He took a full breath for the first time in hours.
She inched closer, so he held her tighter. Elijah pressed a kiss to her temple as he leaned over her, holding her against him, wanting to feel her warmth, to let himself believe that they could work through this.
Her lips pressed to his throat, dragging a rough moan from his chest. “Sam.”
“No talking,” she whispered, her arm banding around his back as she attempted to pull him over her.
Elijah didn’t hesitate, shifting so she was beneath him, her soft skin pressed to his. Their mouths found each other in the dark. The kiss that ensued was slow and sweet, a gentle, intimate mating that he felt in the depths of his soul.
When her hands gripped his ass, Elijah knew what she wanted. He didn’t hesitate, sliding his hand between them, caressing between her thighs, ensuring she was ready for him. It took only a moment before she was slick, her moans growing louder as he inhaled them, their tongues still doing a sensual dance.
“Make love to me,” she mumbled against his lips.
Shifting his lower body, he angled his cock at her entrance, pushed his hips forward, and sank into the blessed heat of her body. Sam sighed, and he groaned as the pleasure consumed him. They didn’t rush. There was no chasing a release this time. It was a sweet descent into heaven as he rocked his body into hers, loving her as he had a thousand times before.
Her soft fingers teased over his back as her hands roamed, her hips rolling to accept his gentle thrusts. God, he loved this woman. Loved her in a way he’d never thought possible.
“Eli…” Sam whimpered. “God—Eli…”
Sam shuddered beneath him, her pussy clutching him as she succumbed to her orgasm. He continued to thrust inside her, allowing her body to milk his release from him.
When he was spent, he rolled to his back, bringing her with him until she was draped over him, a soft, warm weight that soothed every part of him.
“I love you,” he whispered, pressing his lips to her shoulder.
“I love you, too.”
For a brief moment, there was a lull in the storm. At least for him. Elijah knew it would take time and a hell of a lot of communication, but he felt more confident that they could weather this one just like all the others.
