Marriage Before Graduation

Chapter Nineteen

I woke up tangled between Elijah's arms and legs. After we'd had sex, he laid with me all night, rubbing my skin and whispering wonderful things to me. He told me that he was showing me what it felt like to give in, to allow him to take control. He told me that in situation, as well as a lot of the ones we had on a day to day basis, he was dominant. When I submitted, I gave him the power. He said it would help me trust him, and trust myself. He was right.

He had pushed me beyond anything I had ever done or felt before, in a safe, loving way. The words he had me repeating rumbled around in my head nonstop. You are mine. We will never be apart. You are safe, loved, protected. I will never leave you alone. It stuck.

He explained that whenever he took control it wasn't because he thought I was inferior, but the opposite. "I love you so much, I want to show it to you. This is the best way I know how."

I rolled over enough to kiss his lips softly, before trying to extricate myself from the embrace to start getting ready for school. When he felt me move, he squeezed me tighter, pulling my back up against his chest again. My heart swelled. "Baby," I whispered to him. "I need to get up."

"No," he whined.

"We both have to get ready."

"Time is it?" He grumbled.

"I'm not sure." I reached for my phone and checked the lock screen. "It's 6:30," I said, putting my hands on his arms.

He groaned. "Fuck 'em. We aren't moving."

I chuckled. "We have to go. Come on. Get up with me."

"No. I'm not letting you go."

I rolled in his arms so I was facing him. "Baby, you have to go to work, and I have to go to school."

"Mmm. I don't think you've ever called me baby before." He kissed under my chin, and squeezed his head to my chest. "I'm such a softie for you."

"I wish you knew the way it makes me feel when you say stuff like that," I whispered, when the warmth spread all over my skin.

"I do. I just felt it when you called me baby."

I rubbed at the hair on the nape of his neck. "I will never leave you alone," I mumbled.

"I'll never let you," he grumbled back, kissing up my neck.

I pushed at his chest. "We cannot do this right now," I laughed. "We don't have time to shower and get ready before we have to go."

"What if we're quick?" He pulled the spaghetti strap of my nightgown out of his way so he could kiss around my shoulder.

I simply couldn't resist him. "Fine," I said, craning my neck so I could meet his eyes. "But make it quick."

He pulled me up so I was on my elbows and knees, and he knelt behind me. He pushed up my nightgown, and then he was inside me.

I groaned, pushing my ass back against him, trying to avoid my head getting slammed into the headboard. One hand held my hip against him, while the other made a fist in my hair. I cried out as he pulled, making my head tilt back. He brought his other hand up to wrap it around my throat, pressing the sides of my neck, and bringing my body up away from the bed. He wrapped his other arm around my waist, reaching down to find my clitoris.

I cried out as he squeezed me tighter, and thrusting harder.

"Fuck," he breathed in my ear. "Oh, Ava."

I was yelling out, reaching in front of me for something to dig into. We both collapsed on the bed, breathing heavy.

"Was that quick enough for you?" He smiled, licking his lip.