Unlawful Shadows | +18

Chapter 34

Elowen's POV

In that moment, I realized that despite the whirlwind of emotions, I didn't want to run anymore, not after how he protected me today. Did I forgive him? No. But do I trust him? With all my heart.

With this in mind, I closed my eyes and wrapped my arms around him, tiptoeing to kiss him. My heart was beating wildly, and I could feel the heat rising to my cheeks. The warmth of his body against mine made me feel both safe and exhilarated. Zander was tense, his muscles rigid as if he was holding back. For a split second, doubt crept in, but then he kissed me back with a force that took my breath away.

It was like a dam breaking. His lips crashed against mine, rough and demanding, and I couldn't help but respond with equal fervor. He cupped my face with one hand, his touch both gentle and possessive, while his other hand gripped my waist, pulling me closer until there was no space left between us. I could feel the rapid thumping of his heart, mirroring my own.

Zander's kiss was a mix of desperation and passion. He wasn't holding back anymore. His tongue slid into my mouth, exploring and claiming, and I moaned softly against his lips. Every part of me felt alive, every nerve ending tingling with anticipation. He nipped at my lower lip, and I gasped, the sensation sending a jolt of pleasure straight to my core.

He moved us backward, and I felt the cool wall against my back. His body pressed against mine, his warmth enveloping me. He deepened the kiss, his hands roaming over my body, caressing and squeezing as if trying to memorize every curve. When he pulled back slightly to catch his breath, his eyes were dark with desire, and his breathing was ragged.

"Elowen," he murmured, his voice husky and filled with longing. "You have no idea what you do to me."

Before I could respond, he was kissing me again, more fiercely this time. His hands tangled in my hair, tilting my head back to give him better access. I wrapped my arms around his neck, holding on as if my life depended on it. His lips left mine to trail hot kisses down my jaw and neck, and I shivered at the sensation, my fingers digging into his shoulders.

Zander's touch was everywhere, igniting a fire within me that I couldn't control. He sucked on a sensitive spot on my neck, and I whimpered, my knees growing weak. "Zander," I breathed, my voice barely a whisper.

He lifted his head, his eyes meeting mine with an intensity that made my heart skip a beat. "Tell me you want this," he said, his tone almost pleading.

"I do," I whispered back, my voice trembling with emotion. "I want this. I want you."

That was all he needed to hear. His mouth was on mine again, and he kissed me with a renewed fervor. His hands moved to the hem of my shirt, and he pulled it up, breaking the kiss just long enough to remove it. His eyes roamed over my exposed skin, and I could see the hunger in his gaze. He traced his fingers along my sides, his touch sending shivers down my spine.

"You're so fucking beautiful," he growled, his hands moving to cup my breasts. He squeezed them gently at first, then more firmly, his thumbs brushing over my nipples, making them harden instantly. "I've wanted to touch you like this for so long."

I gasped as his fingers pinched my nipples, the sensation sending jolts of pleasure straight to my core. "Zander," I moaned, arching my back to press my breasts into his hands. He lowered his head, taking one of my nipples into his mouth, sucking and licking, and I cried out, my hands tangling in his hair.

"You like that, don't you?" he murmured against my skin, his voice rough with desire. "You like it when I touch you like this."

"Yes," I breathed, my body trembling with need. "I love it."

He moved to my other breast, giving it the same attention, his tongue flicking over my nipple, his teeth grazing it just enough to send a shiver of pleasure through me. I could feel the wetness pooling between my legs, the ache growing more intense with every touch, every kiss.

"You're so fucking perfect," he said, his voice low and gravelly. "So soft, so responsive. I want to hear you scream my name."

I whimpered at his words, the heat between my legs becoming almost unbearable. "Please, Zander," I begged, not even sure what I was asking for. "I need you."

He looked up at me, his eyes dark with desire. "Oh, I'm going to give you what you need," he promised, his hands moving to the waistband of my pants. He pulled them down slowly, his fingers grazing my skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. When he saw how wet I was, he groaned, his eyes flashing with hunger.

"You're so fucking wet for me," he said, his voice filled with raw desire. "Do you know how hard it is for me to hold back right now?"

"Don't," I whispered, my voice trembling with need. "Don't hold back."

With a growl, he removed his own clothes, his hands never leaving my body. When he finally settled between my legs, I could feel the heat of his body against mine, the hard planes of his muscles pressing into me. He moved slowly, his lips never leaving mine as he positioned himself.

When he finally entered me, it was like a shockwave of pleasure. I gasped, my fingers digging into his back as he filled me completely. "Zander, you're too big," I whimpered, feeling the stretch almost painfully.

He paused, his breath hot against my ear. "You can take it, sweetheart," he murmured, his voice a low growl. "Be a good girl for me and take it all."

His words sent a shiver down my spine, and I nodded, trying to relax as he pushed deeper. The sensation was overwhelming, and I could feel every inch of him inside me, stretching me in ways I had never felt before. He moved slowly at first, his thrusts deep and measured, giving me time to adjust. But it wasn't long before the intensity took over.

He thrust into me, hard and possessive, claiming me as his. I felt every inch of him, the way he stretched me, filling me completely. It was overwhelming, and my body instinctively responded, arching towards him as he began to move.

He kissed me fiercely, his hands gripping my hips as he moved faster, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through my body. "You feel so fucking good," he groaned, his voice strained with the effort. "So tight, so perfect. I'm going to make you come so hard."

"Zander," I moaned, my body arching into his. "Yes, please."

He moved one hand between us, his fingers finding my clit and rubbing it in slow, torturous circles. The sensation was almost too much, and I could feel the orgasm building, the pleasure becoming almost unbearable.

"Come for me, Elowen," he said, his voice rough with desire. "I want to feel you come around me."

With a cry, I did, my body shattering with pleasure, my nails digging into his back as I rode the waves of my orgasm. "Elowen," he murmured, his voice low and gravelly, the dominant edge still present. "You're mine now. Don't forget it."

He followed soon after, his own release crashing over him, his body trembling with the intensity of it.

As we lay there, our breathing slowly returning to normal, Zander held me close, his fingers gently stroking my hair. "You're so fucking perfect, sweetheart. You're everything."

The room was filled with the lingering heat of our passion, and I could feel his heart pounding against my chest.

"Elowen," he murmured, his voice a soft rumble in the quiet room. "I need you to know something."

I looked up at him, my fingers tracing the contours of his face. "What is it?"

His eyes, still dark with the remnants of desire, softened. "I love you with all my heart. I know you think my love is superficial, but I'll prove to you it's not."

His words sent a thrill through me, and I felt my heart swell with a mixture of emotions. "Zander, I—"

He silenced me with a kiss, gentle this time, filled with an emotion that took my breath away. "You don't have to say anything," he whispered against my lips. "Just know that I'm here, and I won't let anything happen to you."

I closed my eyes, letting his words wash over me. In that moment, everything else faded away, and all that mattered was the two of us, together. As I drifted off to sleep, I felt a sense of peace I hadn't felt in a long time, almost telling Zander that I believed him, that his love wasn't superficial.