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XXXIII

JOSIE

A MOAN HACKS OUT of my mouth, and my eyelids flutter open. They zoom in on my ex-boyfriend who has his eyes pinned on me. I watch with wide eyes as Elijah lifts his hips, causing his cock to hit a spot so deep inside of me, it makes my jaw dislocate.

A grin plasters on his face, and I throw my head back. He takes his opportunity and attacks my now-exposed neck with his mouth, licking, kissing, bitting, sucking, all of the fucking above. I pinch my eyes close, sure I'm in heaven. The leather beneath Elijah makes a sound, which brings me back to reality. I straighten myself on top of him, and stare at his lips.

I don't let my conscience get a say in this, as I force my lips to his. He kisses me back, and matches my force. I feel his tongue licking the entrance of my lips, demandingly, and when I don't give in he slaps my ass. Hard. My mouth opens in shock, and Elijah quickly forces his tongue into my mouth tasting everything within an inch of him. I return the favor, and kiss him back, tasting him too.

Memories of last night attack me, and it all clicks back into place. A grin plasters itself into the kiss, and Elijah plants his hand around my throat, pulling me back from the kiss. He inspects my face, with a hard stare but the inside of his eyes are soft. The look he gives me is something that probably many would think of as hard and scary, but I know this man. I can read him like an open book, and those eyes? They hold a promise to them.

A promise that sounds, I won't ever let you go. Elijah pushes his hips up again, causing our bodies to meet flush. He uses his free hand and runs it under the white t-shirt I'm wearing. His white t-shirt. Elijah finds my nipple, and twists it between his thumb and forefinger, making a screech hack out of me. The urge to throw my head back once more, collides with me, but Elijah's hand forces me to hold it upright.

His eyes meet mine once more, and the pressure below his gaze starts weighing me down. I close my eyes, but a sound of disapproval leaves Elijah's lips. "I need your eyes on me, darling," he orders, a dangerous buzz to his voice. It's nothing similar to what I've heard when we've had sex. It's never been this...forlorn. No, this sound? This sound is something new, something raw, something I find myself becoming addicted to. Like a drug abuser, I find myself yearning for the same sound to soothe the rush in my veins, the chaos in my brain.

"You're so fucking beautiful," Elijah says in a gruff voice as he edges another moan out of me. All of it at once, is too much. I feel my body going into overdrive, from just having woken up to having him buried seven inches inside of me, him pulling and twisting my nipple. I respond to his compliment with another moan, and Elijah seems to settle for it.

"What do you want from me?" he questions me, and I open my mouth but no words leave my mouth. I know he's referring to our conversation on the very same couch, last night, but I physically can't get the words out of me. Elijah drags my face closer to his, until our chests are flush. He slows his rhythm inside of me down, and kisses the side of my mouth, in a teasing manner. "Hmm? Cat got your tongue, baby?" he taunts.

"I..." I start, but quickly realize the very overdrive will be the death of me, and my vocabulary.

"You?" Elijah repeats, finally letting go of my nipple. I escape a breath, feeling a bit like myself, but the victory only lasts a second. I feel him trailing his hand down my body, until his thumb is running lazy circles around my clit. I pinch my eyes closed again.

"I want–" I'm cut off by the jolt of pleasure, and moan instead of saying what I truly want. "Mmm..." I moan instead, which seems to please Elijah, but only to an extent. A dark chuckle leaves his lips, as he pushes himself even deeper to me, our pelvic bones dancing atop one another. "F-fuck!" I hack out, my eyes fluttering open and close.

"What. Do. You. Want. From. Me?" he grits out, and with each word he seems to bury himself even deeper inside of me. I don't know if I'm hallucinating, and I hope to dear God that I am, but I almost taste his goddamned tip inside of my mouth, that's how deep inside of me he is right now.

"I can't–" is all I manage to croak out, until another moan takes over, but as mentioned earlier, Elijah is having none of it. He's adamant on having his question answered, this morning that's for sure.

"You can," he encourages. "Come on, baby. Be a good girl for me, yeah? Tell me what you want and I'll give it to you," he purrs, his voice so gruff, so sexy, so...too much.

"I want you," I let out in a quick breath. I'm not even sure if he understands it. He pulls me closer and steals away my breaths with his lips on top of mine. I allow him. At this point, I'm so deep in that there is no out. I'm free falling, hoping he's going to catch me.

"You have me," he whispers, aligning our brows with each other. I shake my head against his, lifting my pelvis from him, only to drop back down on his cock. He lets me, stopping his own rhythm so I can find my own.

"I want all of you," I croak out, breathless. "The good, the bad...mngh...the fucked up p-parts," I manage to say. I open my eyes, to find Elijah watching me with a soft gaze, a lazy smile on his lips, and by the look alone I know I have him, I know he's mine for a lifetime. He just needed to hear me say it. "I don't want to wait two more months," I admit, using his own words against him. "I want you, I want you in my life. You live in my head, you're everywhere–"

He cuts me off with his mouth, his kiss fierce and almost hungry. Like he's starving. I return the favor, because frankly, I feel the exact same. "There's no out of this, Josephine," he grunts against my lips. "If we do this, you're mine for life. Fuck a ring, fuck a wedding, this between us here, right now, is for life."

I smile against his lips, my orgasm catching up to me. "It has been ever since I caught your eyes during that job interview almost six years ago," I whisper. My mouth falls open when my orgasm hits me like wild waves. I rock back and forth against Elijah until my high is gone. I sag against his chest, listening to his wild heartbeat.

"Do you want this? This life, with me?" I hear him ask.

"Yes," I say, not missing a beat. "I want it all."

He sighs, and plants a kiss on the crown of my head. "I love you," he utters in an almost pained voice. My eyes widen, but I don't show my shock. This is hard for him, I realize that, so I stay on his chest with him ever-so-slowly going soft inside of me.

I smile. Big. "I know," I coax. I feel his chest shake with laughter beneath me, and my smile only widens. "I love you too. My big bad mobster." I lift my head, and watch him staring down at me with so much adoration. My poor heart. It'll go into cardiac arrest, if he keeps looking at me like that.

"Why're you looking at me, like that?" I ask, my voice small and content.

"Like what, darling?" he grins.

"Like you're a planet, and I'm the sun you're orbiting," I whisper, suddenly breathless.

"I couldn't describe it better," he shoots back, his eyes softening even more. I flush under him, my cheeks on fire. He swoons at the sight, and moves down to plant a soft peck on my lips. "Let's hit the shower, we have to get going."

"Where to?" I murmur, letting him lift me in his arms, toward my en suite bathroom in my bedroom.

"I want to show you the race ring," he says, and a weird feeling settles in my stomach, as if something bad will happen, but I ignore it.

What could possibly happen when I have my big protector right here next to me? 

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