Elijah Vaughn
My body felt heavy and exhausted, every muscle aching from the night before. The comforting warmth of the bed and the slow breathing behind me made it all seem like a dream–until reality hit me the moment I tried to move.
Even the slightest motion made me freeze, breath catching in my thre
A chill ran down my spine as I realized the reason,
throat.
He was still inside me.
My face burned instantly.
He slept like this? Again?
The heat of his breath brushed against the back of my neck, and before I could speak, his husky, lazy voice slid over my skin.
I’m already awake, little bunny.”
My eyes squeezed shut for a second.
Damn it.
His morning voice was even deeper–thick with sleepy sensuality that made my body react before my mind could process it.
“Why do you keep sleeping with your… dick still inside me?” The question came out shaky, embarrassment plain in my tone.
He chuckled softly, the sound vibrating against my skin, sending a fresh shiver down my spine.
“Because it feels good. His hand drifted lazily along my waist. “Warm. Cozy. Your little hole keeps my cock nice and snug, sweetheart.”
His words twisted in my stomach—a dangerous mix of shame and something deeper, something I didn’t want to name. I looked away, fighting not to react.
The silence stretched, and needing desperately to change the subject, I cleared my throat and spoke in a low voice.
“Can we shower? I feel dirty… We slept all sweaty.”
He sighed against my skin, his nose brushing my shoulder before he finally pulled back.
“Sure, no problem.”
His warmth faded gradually, and another shiver ran through me when I felt his length slide out.
My breath hitched.
Shit… Why does that feel so good?
I bit my lip hard to keep any sound from escaping–but of course, he noticed.
‘Hmmm… you like that feeling that much, little bunny?” He said playfully, giving one last slow push before slipping out completely.
I bit the inside of my cheek and ignored the taunt. When he stood and stretched, the sound of his joints popping filled the room. My eyes were drawn to his broad back, marked with red scratches.
Scratches.
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Chapter 54
My marks.
Shame hit like a punch, and I looked away quickly, pretending to search for my uniform.
“Come on, little bunny.”
He called, tossing the fabric toward me.
“Put on your uniform.”
I grabbed it and tried to stand, but as soon as I put weight on my legs, my body gave out completely.
I collapsed to the floor before I could catch myself.
His laughter filled the room.
“Stop laughing!” I snapped, my face burning even hotter.
He stepped closer, a mischievous smile tugging at his lips.
“My little bunny can’t even walk… What a shame.”
The way he said it, without the slightest hint of remorse, made my stomach twist.
“I was too rough last night.”
His tone made it clear he didn’t regret it one bit.
“You don’t sound sorry,‘ I muttered, still unable to look at him.
He laughed again.
“Because I’m not.”
He knelt beside me, fingers gripping my chin and forcing me to meet his gaze.
‘It’s beautiful seeing you like this.
I didn’t reply.
There was nothing to say.
Effortlessly, he pulled me up, and though my legs were still shaking, I managed to stay upright with his support on my shoulders.
With unusual patience, he helped me dress, his hands lingering longer than necessary.
When he finished, he pulled on his own jumpsuit and, before I could step away, wrapped an arm around my waist, keeping me steady.
‘I’m not going to let you fall, sweetheart.”
The kiss to my hair caught me off guard, and before I could think about it, we were out of the cell–which was already open.
The hallway was empty, meaning the other inmates were probably already in the cafeteria. As we passed a guard, Dante ordered without even looking at
him.
‘Bring fresh uniforms.”
The man nodded and walked off.
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Chapter 54
We made our way to the showers, each step requiring a ridiculous amount of effort to maintain my composure. My body felt twice as heavy, muscles sore from the previous night. Once inside, he shut the door and turned to face me.
“Alright, little bunny. Let’s get you out of that.”
Before I could protest, he was already pulling at my uniform, unbuttoning it slowly–clearly enjoying the situation.
I can do it myself,” I said quietly, avoiding his eyes.
He smirked.
“Of course you can. But you can’t.”
I swallowed hard, letting him finish undressing me. His hands moved over my skin with a familiarity that made every inch of me bristle. His touches were slow, teasing–like he wanted to draw the moment out as long as possible. Once the jumpsuit was off, I quickly turned away, ignoring the sharp sting in my muscles, and headed for the shower I always used.
I twisted the knob, and the moment the hot water poured over my shoulders, a soft sigh of relief escaped me. The heat helped melt the tension from my body, washing away the remnants of the intense night.
I closed my eyes and allowed myself to feel–just feel–the soothing caress of the water over my sensitive skin.
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.
