Page 83 of Slow Burn

His palm smacked her butt. “You belong to me.”

“I’m yours,” she sobbed as the pressure of another orgasm built inside her. He released his grasp on her hair, and her forehead hit the mattress.

Elijah firmly held her hip with one hand as the other hand slid around her waist to her clit, where his palm rubbed up and down over her nerves.

“Come all over my cock, Peach,” Elijah continued, relentlessly fucking her. “I can feel you tighten up. Let me feel you come all over again.”

“Elijah!” Georgia screamed his name, over and over again, as another orgasm washed over her.

“Fuck yes.” Elijah thrusted into her a few more times until he groaned her name, coming inside her.

They both collapsed on the bed, panting for breath.

AFTER A FEW minutes of trying to regulate his damn breathing, Elijah rolled to the side, sitting up and staring at Georgia.

Her blond hair was scattered all over the pillow, properly fucked and messy. She lay there with her eyes closed, her large breasts heaving up and down, and red marks shone from where he branded her on her neck, chest, and thigh.

She was beautiful.

Her legs were open, and he saw their orgasms mixed, seeping out of her.

Like the possessive asshole he was, he scooped up his come and shoved it back inside her.

Still with her eyes closed, she said, “You’re an animal.”

“I’m obsessed,” he corrected her.

Her eyelids slowly opened, and she gave him a skeptical look. “Whatever helps you sleep at night.”

“I sleep just fine knowing we crossed three things off your sex list,” Elijah informed her, getting off the bed. He walked to his closet in search of the gift he bought her.

“You remembered what was on my list?” There was surprise in her voice.

Finding the gift on the floor, he picked it up and went back to her. “Your list is tattooed in my brain. You were on top, and you squirted.”

Her face turned crimson red, revealing her innocence. Georgia covered herself with the pillow.

Nope. There would be no covering up from each other. He yanked the pillow from her and chucked it behind him. “You are not allowed to hide from me.”

“I can’t believe I…” Her voice dropped. “Squirted.”

He licked his lips at the memory. “You did, and I fucking loved it. Might be my new goal in life, to make you squirt every time we fuck.”

“You’re incorrigible.” She giggled as she leaned her back against the headboard. “What are you holding behind your back?”

Elijah sat down next to her, still keeping the gift behind his back. “A few days ago, I was in the bookstore, and I found something for you.”

Her eyes were bright with excitement. “You got me something?” She eagerly asked.

Damn, he didn’t think it was possible to ever get sick of her and her contagious happiness.

“It’s for you to read, an addition to something whimsical in your life.”

Her eyes were wide with amazement. “What is it?”

Elijah showed her the book, and she gently took it from him. Her hand gently caressed the cover.

“You bought me Alice in Wonderland?” Georgia’s sweet voice was in awe.