Chapter 45
Elijah Vaughn.
The metal door creaked as it closed, a heavy, final sound. The fabric of the curtain slowly slid away, enveloping us in the privacy of the small space.
Silence settled in.
Then he moved.
He got up from the bed, his gaze fixed on me like that of a predator who has finally cornered its prey.
He watched for a moment, as if absorbing every detail of what he saw.
You chose to be mine.
His voice dropped to a lower tone, laden with something non–negotiable.
And even if one day you regret it, there’s no going back.
My chest contracted under the weight of the words.
I sighed.
I know. I chose to be yours.
My throat went dry before the last part escaped.
“And… I hope you’ll be mine too.
For a moment, he watched me in silence.
Then a slow, almost lazy smile formed on his lips.
“Of course I do.” The tone of his voice dropped to a sinful whisper. “My cock only goes up for you.
My face burned, but I didn’t have time to react.
Dante was already on the move. His steps were slow, controlled, and calculated.
But his gaze… His gaze gave everything away.
Desire.
Possession.
Obsession.
He moved closer until there was no more space between us. His warm palm touched my cheek, his fingers sliding slowly down to my lips, exploring the sensitive texture with his thumb.
My heart raced.
The eyes fixed on mine shone with an intense/fire.
“Today…” His voice came out as a whisper. “Let’s fuck until dawn.
His mouth met mine in a kiss that was neither aggressive nor hurried.
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It was different from all the previous times.
Instead of raw possession, there was something more intense, deeper. The warmth of his lips moved slowly over mine, tasting, prolonging every second as if he wanted to savor the sensation to the limit.
His firm hands moved down my uniform, gliding leisurely until they found my buttocks. The grip was strong, possessive, eliciting a muffled gasp that was lost in the kiss. His thumb traced subtle circles against the sensitive skin, while his fingers sank in unashamedly, molding themselves to the flesh.
The body reacted before the mind. His lungs searched for air, but he didn in no hurry to dominate, claiming what he considered his.
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of the fabric deftly.
lips
continued to explore mine, tasting with patience
His hands moved up slowly, trailing over my shoulders, before pulling
I made no attempt to stop it.
I just let him.
The garment slid down my body, revealing every inch of skin as Dante stripped every part of me bare. His gaze remained fixed on mine until the uniform fel! to the floor.
Then he stepped back, looking me up and down.
The desire in his eyes was undeniable. But there was something deeper, more dangerous there. A raw intensity that bordered on adoration. Last mixed with
reverence.
His breathing sounded heavier as he let the words escape
You’re so perfect, Elijah.”
The low, husky voice carried something hypnotic, a dark
that
made me swallow dry.
The words hit me in an unexpected way.
Feeling wanted like that was disconcerting.
Heat rose to my face, making me vulnerable in the face of that confession.
He noticed.
The lazy smile appeared on his lips before he pulled my hand, guiding me without hesitation to the bed. His fingers wrapped around my wrist firmly but without brutality, guiding me until I was lying down, my body sinking against the mattress.
His weight soon followed.
The heat pressed against me, the woody smell mixed with the natural scent of his skin seeping into my senses, intoxicating, suffocating.
“I’m going to explore every part of you.” The timbre dropped, slurred. “Just feel it. Only I can give you that.
His fingers slid down my chest, sending shivers down my spine in a torturous trail.
Each touch was studied, calculated, as if he were mapping every inch of skin.
My fingertips slid around the nipples, tracing slow circles before pinching them with precision. A shiver ran down my spine, and a low moan escaped
without my being able to contain it.
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He laughed against my skin, pleased with the reaction.
His lips replaced his fingers, his warm tongue drawing moist trails, exploring without haste.
His mouth closed around one of my nipples, sucking firmly before nibbling on it. My body arched in response, and he took the opportunity to slide on
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his hands down the side of my waist, feeling every contour under his fingers.
A trail of saliva was left on the skin when his lips moved to the other nipple, repeating the process with the same intensity.
His tongue circled the sensitive area before pulling it slightly between his teeth, causing a shiver to run down my spine and spread through my body.
His fingers continued to explore my waist, tightening the tense muscles while his lips continued to play with me. The movements were calculated, alternating between slow sucks and gentle bites that turned into more intense pressure.
Each stimulus was torture. The heat rose, the muscles tensed with each new touch, and my breathing became erratic.
He noticed and smiled against my skin. Warm breath blew against my already damp nipple before he kissed his way up my chest.
His mouth made its way down my sternum and up towards iny neck. As soon as he reached the sensitive skin, he didn’t hesitate. His lips closed over the exposed area, pressing down in a slow, dragging manner.
Then the bite came hard enough to elicit a muffled moan, which escaped before he could hold it in.
“That’s it…” The low, husky voice vibrated against my skin. “I want to hear more.
The caresses followed a torturously slow rhythm. Warm breath slid over my collarbone as lips explored their way down my abdomen. Firm hands slid up my flanks, down to my hips, where fingers pressed into warm skin, feeling the pulse quicken under their palms.
“You’re addictive.
The slurred, almost possessive tone mixed with the sound of the wet kisses that marked my skin.
“Made to be touched by me.
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
