Forbidden Serenade

Chapter Fifteen

We stumbled back to Elijah's hotel room, laughing and kissing. We were in our own fuzzy happy bubble.

Bursting through the door, his hands roamed over my body. He kicked the door shut, pressing me backwards into the bedroom as he started pulling my clothes off.

"I'm going to fall," I said between his kisses. Stepping backwards, I almost tripped twice on our way to the bedroom. In between my stumbles, I pulled his shirt over his head, knocking his hat and glasses off, and undid his pants.

His hands continued roaming as his kisses moved to my neck. "I've got you."

I tilted my head to the side, giving him better access. As we entered the bedroom, my hands traced over the black ink of his broad, muscular chest. He was so perfect. The definition of a pinup boy. A heartthrob and sex symbol that women fought for.

And tonight, he was mine.

Elijah pressed me toward the bed. I was naked but had no fear. The full moon shone in through the window to cast light upon my wrinkles and cellulite. I didn't care I wasn't a size zero model. All I cared about was the fact he wanted me and how badly I throbbed between my legs for him.

He bent me forward over the bed. My naked breasts pressed against the expensive sheets as I heaved in eager breaths. Elijah pulled his belt off, the snap ricocheting in the room. He stepped away a moment, and I heard a condom wrapper rip. My heart hammered in my chest as he moved behind me once more. His hand traced down my spine, his touch leaving goosebumps. Closing my eyes, I heard his pants hit the floor.

His fingers grazed between my legs before slipping between my folds. I gasped at the contact.

"You're so fucking wet for me," Elijah mumbled, removing his fingers. His hands grabbed my waist as his feet gently kicked mine further apart. Lining himself up, he slowly slid into me.

The most delicious, electric feeling jolted through my entire body. My core instantly tightened as the familiar feeling of being complete overwhelmed me. I drowned in the pure ecstasy of feeling him inside me. It was like I was falling through space with no beginning or end.

It was both wrong and delicious.

We shouldn't be doing this, yet we couldn't stop.

He pulled back, only to thrust back inside. I gripped the bedsheets, crying out as he fucked me. He grunted, clutching my hips and yanking me toward him with each thrust.

"Fuck," he said, drawing the word out. "You feel so fucking good, Riley. So good."

He continued at his fevered pace, never breaking. He had the stamina of youth on his side, along with a shredded body and plenty of muscles.

Leaning down, he pulled me a couple of feet off the bed. One of his hands went to my breast. He cupped it before pinching and twisting the nipple. A fresh dose of desire flooded my veins. Elijah's other hand dipped between my legs and circled my clit as he continued fucking me with his cock.

"Elijah!" I cried out, unable to take so much stimulation.

"That's right, baby," he whispered huskily in my ear. "Take it all. Come for me."

With his words, I came undone. I fell limply forward as my body shook with a massive orgasm. Elijah worked my body through it, elongating it. As my shudders ended, he flipped me over and pulled me further up onto the bed. Moving atop me, his cock drove into me once more. Crying out, I wrapped my hands around him. My fingers clutched the muscles in his back that tensed as he drove himself deeper and harder inside me.

He continued fucking me, sweat breaking out over our skin as the moon shone in through the floor to ceiling windows. The carnival lights shone bright outside, cascading us in various shades of white, yellow, red, and blue.