She can’t speak, can’t think or concentrate on anything but us.
“Look at me.” I tilt her chin to me. “Let me see you come for me.”
Her mouth parts as she looks at me, her eyes hazy from pleasure. I yank the dildo free, tossing it aside without a second thought, and slam into her ass, releasing everything I have so deep inside her it will most likely take days to leave her body.
The force of it sends a shiver through both of us like a domino effect, and I collapse onto her, hands braced on either side of her head. Our lips crash together in a frantic, fevered kiss—tongues tangling, teeth grazing, tasting every shuddering reaction she gives me. Our sweaty bodies press together, skin sliding against skin.
Her nails dig into my shoulders, and the way she clamps around me makes it feel like my cock could ignite.
Jesus Christ.
Sex has never been this consuming.
Feeling her beneath me and knowing she lets me take over her body the way I want… that is everything to me.
She's mine.
Forever and always.
No matter what happens.
Chapter 45
Willow
“Don’t you dare let me fall.”
Elijah's hands are clamped over my eyes as he steers me through the lodge. Every step sends a dull, satisfying ache through my body, and I can't even pretend to be annoyed about it.
Last night was… wow.
More than wow.
I love that version of Elijah, him losing control with me. It was really hot, and the fact that he's mine is pretty amazing.
“Don’t you trust me?” he asks, amusement thick in his voice as I stumble.
I catch his wrist, squeezing my eyes even tighter. “Right now? Not particularly. This feels like a liability issue.”
He laughs under his breath. “You're ridiculous.”
“And still alive. Let's keep it that way.”
We stop.
The floor beneath my bare feet is cold as I curl my toes.
“You can open your eyes now.”
His hands fall away. I blink a few times as I adjust to the light, and I freeze in awe.
The Christmas tree glows in front of me, lit with warm golds and reds, its lights twinkling in the quiet room. A few presents are tucked neatly underneath, wrapped and waiting.
But it's not just the tree.
There are pink balloons everywhere, floating from the ceiling, ribbons dangling down and tied to each one are… photos.
Photos of us smiling together. There are some of me at the beach when he took me on our first date, and I feel my eyes burn a little from the ones when I was younger with my dad.
