Waiting through the teasing looks, the times he used his talented tongue and fingers on me, but nothing more. Finally, we don't need to hold back anymore, for a full weekend, he's mine.
My pulse is wild, my breath unsteady, and I can't stop smiling against his lips. I slide my hands up his arms, feeling the strength there, anchoring myself as if I might actually melt into the wall behind me.
“I swear,” I murmur between kisses, a breathless, sarcastic edge slipping through. “If you stop now, I will never forgive you.”
His low chuckle vibrates against my mouth, warm and amused and far too pleased with himself, and it only makes the heat coil tighter in my stomach.
I've imagined this too many times. Him. A bed. His naked body against mine.
I’m a woman who has needs.
And right now, every single one of them is focused on him.
“If it were up to me, this would never end,” he rasps, stepping back just enough for me to take him in. Every movement is calculated, every glance charged, and I can feel my body tightening with need as he slowly undoes his shirt. Each button undone reveals more of the skin I've been craving, and the tattoos that tell his story make my fingers itch to trace them. He never once looks away, and I realise I could drown in the way his blue eyes glint with fire and hunger.
“I wasn't finished kissing you,” I pout.
“Do you want me, princess?” His words are low, heavy with intent, and the air between us feels electric.
The last button gives way and his shirt slides off his shoulders, exposing the planes of his chest, the sculpted ridges of his soft abs, and the light dusting of hair that I really like. I ache to touch him, to memorise every inch, and my thighs squeeze together, betraying how badly I need him.
He traces a finger along the curve of my breasts, sending sparks across my skin. My hips tilt forward, pressing against him without thinking.
“I need you,” I whisper. “Inside me now.”
The desperation in my tone surprises even me. I've never wanted anyone like this before—never been so willing to surrender. Usually, I’m in control, but with him, all I want is to be taken, to let him push me to the edge and beyond.
“I love how needy you are.” his lips brush against my ear. “Your pussy will be so full of me by the time I’m done with you in the morning.”
My eyes widen. “The morning?”
Elijah leans in and captures my lips in a slow, relentless kiss that nearly makes my knees buckle. His teeth graze my bottom lip, teasing and tasting, and I moan softly against him. His hand slips under the hem of my dress, tracing the heat between my thighs, causing me to tremble from even the slightest touch.
“I've been waiting for this.” he bites my lip. “Waiting to have you like this, feel you writhing underneath me… so you better believe I’m going to fuck you and taste every inch of that sweet pussy.” His finger slides lightly beneath the fabric of my knickers, dipping just enough to make me gasp, and the way I’m already soaking for him makes him grin.
He pulls his finger back and presses it to his lips, sucking in the taste of me with an almost feral hunger. “Always so fucking wet for me.”
I don't even care anymore.
“Take your dress off,” he commands, “let me see everything I've been dreaming about.”
“If you want it off so badly, why don't you take it off yourself?” I sass, trying to keep a shred of control, though the way he grips the base of my ponytail already tells me I’m losing.
“I don't tolerate bratty attitudes in the bedroom, princess. And if I take it off… it won't be gentle. I’ll tear it, and I know you wouldn't be too happy if I ruined your dress.”
The warning only makes heat curl deeper inside me.
“Now, be a good girl for me and strip.”
The words leave my mouth before I can stop them. “Yes, sir.”
He watches me with a heated smile as I slide the sleeves of my dress down my arms, allowing the fabric to whisper over my skin. I ease it down my body slowly until it slips past my hips and falls in a puddle at my feet, revealing the deep emerald lace set I chose just for him.
The set makes me feel confident, but the way he looks at me makes me feel undeniably wanted—like I’m something precious he can't wait to unwrap.
He lowers to his knees to slip off my shoes. I thread my fingers through his hair as he looks up at me, and he presses a kiss to where I want him the most.
“You have no idea how breathtaking you look right now,” he murmurs against the fabric.
