Chapter 115
Elijah Vaughn.
He laid me on my back, stayed on top of me for a moment, but soon sat up and pulled me onto his lap, making me ride him. His hands held my thighs, his eyes fixed on mine, without looking away for a second.
I moved quickly, with need, my heart exposed in my gaze.
“I love you, Dante…” I gasped, my body already at its limit.
“I love you too. And I love every part of you, Elijah. Every part.”
The thrusts became more intense.
The world was spinning.
Not only from the vertigo of pleasure, but from what it represented.
Every movement, every sigh and touch, was a silent promise of reconciliation, of raw and true love, the -kind that consumes, that burns, that transforms.
My hips moved in steady rhythm, riding with pleasure on his cock. His hands squeezed my thighs, guiding my ride with precision and desire.
The heat of his body burned beneath my skin, and our locked gazes said everything that words could never
express.
I leaned forward, bringing our chests together, and captured his mouth in a hungry, desperate kiss, as if seeking in him the air I lacked. Our tongues danced in sync, our ragged breaths mingling in the same
space.
His large hands slid down to my buttocks and squeezed firmly, making me gasp against his lips. He penetrated even deeper, making my body tremble with pleasure. I felt the head of his member hit my prostate with precision, eliciting a muffled moan between kisses.
“Shit, Dante…” I let out, my forehead pressed against his.
In a sudden movement, he stood up with me in his arms, without pulling out.
He wrapped his strong arms around me, his hands supporting my weight, holding me possessively. My arms wrapped around his neck, and I continued to kiss him fervently, moaning against his mouth as he penetrated me with quick, deep thrusts, walking around the cell as if nothing could stop him.
I scratched his shoulders, digging my nails in hard as pleasure made me lose control.
His member throbbed inside me, hitting my prostate perfectly, sending me into ecstasy.
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The sensation was overwhelming, as if there was no room for any other thought but him.
His scent.
His skin.
His touch.
The heat of his body.
“Dante…” I moaned into his mouth, feeling the orgasm building, dense and inevitable.
He put me firmly on the floor, his domineering and lewd gaze fixed on me.
Before I could say anything, he grabbed my waist and turned me around, pushing me gently until I was leaning against the cold wall of the cell.
“Stay like that for me.” His voice was hoarse, heavy with desire.
Gasping, I obeyed, resting my hands on the wall, my legs spread apart, completely exposed to him.
I felt him penetrate me again, harder this time.
A loud moan escaped my lips as his hands gripped my waist tightly.
The pace quickened.
His thrusts were rhythmic and intense, and the sound of our bodies colliding filled the room.
Each thrust was deeper, more precise.
The cold wall contrasted with the burning heat growing inside me.
The pleasure was raw, unfiltered, but full of meaning.
It was more than sex.
It was reconciliation.
It was desire and forgiveness fused into a single act.
“You’re mine, Elijah…” He growled against the back of my neck. “Only mine.”
“I’ve always been yours…” I replied between moans. “F**k me harder, Dante… make me come again…”
He increased his pace, leaving me breathless, each thrust pushing me against the wall.
His hands moved to my stomach, pulling me further back, his hips pressing against mine with delicious.
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violence.
“Almost…” he gasped.
“Me too…” I squeezed my eyes shut, feeling my whole body tremble.
The climax came like an explosion.
I came first, my body convulsing, my muscles squeezing around him so tightly that I dragged him along to climax.
I felt the heat of his cum inside me, the way he held my waist even tighter, panting against my skin, moaning my name like a prayer.
We stayed like that for a while.
Panting.
Tense.
Sweaty.
But complete.
Dante leaned down and kissed my neck tenderly, still inside me. One hand moved up to my chest, pulling
me gently toward him. I turned my face slowly and found his gaze “less wild now, more filled with something… real.
“I love you, Elijah. L
I smiled, tired but completely surrendered.
“And I love you so much, Dante… so much…”
He slowly withdrew from inside me, causing me to shiver involuntarily.
“Stay like that, my love. I’ll clean you up,” he asked in a low, hoarse, gentle voice.
I remained leaning against the wall, spreading my legs wider, still panting. A few seconds later, he returned with toilet paper in his hands.
He knelt behind me and, with all the care in the world, began to clean my anus, removing the excess semen. When he was done, he threw the paper in a corner of the cell and stood up, pulling me firmly.
He laid me on the bed and lay down, bringing my body close to his. I nestled into his chest, smiling slightly, planting a kiss on his exposed collarbone.
“I missed you so much… the plan worked,” I said softly, wrapping him in a tight hug. “And once again… I’m
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sorry, love. For doubting you. For letting my insecurity drive us apart.”
He kissed my hair, caressing the back of my neck tenderly.
“It’s in the past now, my love,” he said softly. “Every couple has fights. The important thing is that we know how to talk. To resolve things. To overcome them. And we’ll overcome all of this together.”
I lifted my face, my teary eyes meeting his. The sincerity in his gaze moved me.
“I’ll always be by your side, Elijah. Helping you with your insecurities, with your fears. I’m not perfect, but I swear I’ll do everything I can to be better with you, for you.”
My eyes filled with tears, not of sadness, but of gratitude. I leaned in and kissed his lips sweetly, tenderly, with a love that overflowed in every gesture.
Then I closed my eyes and rested my face on his chest, feeling his heart beating fast against my cheek.
There, in his arms, I was home.
And I knew that as long as we were together, nothing else in the world mattered.
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