Chapter 79
Elijah Vaughn.
Maybe it was the mix of water, steam, and raw testosterone radiating from his body that had me utterly hypnotized.
You’re so fucking hot with wet hair,‘ I said without hesitation. The shyness that once clung to me was long gone,
He gave me a wicked look through the mirror, a crooked grin spreading on his face, hunger gleaming in his eyes.
“Little bunny… His voice came out low and dangerous. “Don’t tempt me.”
I swallowed hard.
“It’s been days since we last had sex. My cock’s about to explode.”
He continued, turning off the shower.
And believe me, I don’t want to jerk off. I want to build up every ounce of desire I have for you, and when you’re fully healed, I’m going to fuck you so deep you’ll be dripping with cum.”
A shiver shot down my spine, the hairs on my neck standing on end. My body reacted instantly, even though I was still sore.
The anticipation, the suffocating desire, and the hunger for what he promised had my senses on high alert, my breathing growing heavier.
Dante noticed.
He always noticed everything.
Slowly, he stepped closer, water still dripping from his broad shoulders and firm chest. One hand slid around my waist, the other gripped the back of my neck, pulling me into a deep kiss.
The heat of his mouth consumed me instantly, and any rational thought evaporated the moment our lips met.
It was desperate.
Ravenous.
My hands flew to his neck, clutching him tightly as I kissed him back with everything I had. Our mouths moved like they were trying to devour each other, tongues tangling, claiming, exploring.
The taste of him mixed with the mint of the toothpaste made my head spin, like I was being pulled into a vortex of unrelenting desire.
My chest rose and fell in a frantic rhythm. The need to have him, to feel him, was overwhelming.
He growled low against my lips, pulling my body tighter to his, pressing me against his hot, wet chest.
The friction, the possessiveness, the dominance radiating off him made me moan softly into the kiss, completely surrendering to the moment.
He bit my bottom lip and tugged gently before letting go, a dangerous smile playing at the corners of his mouth.
You want me as bad as I want you, don’t you, little bunny? His voice was husky, thick with lust.
I took a deep breath, trying to catch my breath.
“You have no idea.”
And it was true.
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I wanted him.
I needed him.
Before I could even think, I pulled him back in, taking control of the kiss this time. My hands slid to the back of his neck, deepening the contact.
My tongue invaded his mouth hungrily, claiming, exploring.
He moaned against my lips, a low, needy sound, then growled when his hands slid down to grab my ass, squeezing hard.
A whimper slipped from my throat, muffled between the desperate heat of our kiss. The desire inside me was building, every cell in my body aching for his touch.
I wanted more.
So much more.
But before I could act on it, he pulled away, breathing heavily, his dark eyes filled with lust.
“Control yourself, my love,” he said in a low, warning tone. “You’re still healing. I don’t want to hurt you, Elijah.”
Frustration rippled through me, but he was right. My body still ached, no matter how much the desire tried to overshadow the pain.
I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart.
“Alright… I muttered softly, stepping back a little, though my chest still rose and fell erratically.
He watched me for a moment, then dragged his thumb across my lips, his eyes gleaming with something dark.
Without breaking eye contact, he brought the thumb to his mouth and sucked it slowly, a satisfied smirk curving his lips.
“Soon, my little bunny…” he whispered, voice laced with dangerous promises. “Soon we’ll be fucking until we can’t anymore.”
I swallowed hard.
My entire body reacted to those words, and all I could do was wait, eagerly, for that moment to come.
He smiled, eyes glowing with something intense and possessive.
“Let’s get dressed and go to the cafeteria,”
I let out a sigh and nodded.
He got dressed first, slipping into his clean black uniform, then grabbed my orange one and stepped closer.
With patience, he helped me into it, guiding my arms through the sleeves and buttoning the front. Once we were done, I laced my fingers with his, and we walked out of the bathroom.
He adjusted his pace to match mine, not bothered in the slightest by how slow I was.
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