Chapter 92
Watching Elijah prepare himself for me, his fingers slowly sliding into his own body, stretching, getting ready…
Damn.
I deserved an award for not pulling him off my lap and fucking bini until dawn.
I closed my eyes, trying to regain some of the control he was taking from me. But it didn’t last long.
When I opened them again, he was holding my member, guiding it to his entrance.
I grabbed his hips, my fingers digging into his warm flesh. Elijah bit his lip, breathing heavily as he pressed the tip of my cock against his tight entrance.
And then, slowly, he began to lower himself.
My head fell back against the pillow, a low growl escaping my throat.
“F**k… Elijah…”
His body opened to receive me, hot and tight, his walls crushing me as he descended a fiftle further, taking me inch by inch..
My fingers tightened around his waist, as if wanting to mark him inside and out.
He gasped, his chest rising and falling as he settled around my cock. His eyes closed for a moment, his lips parted, and a low moan escaped when he finally took it all in.
I lay still for a moment, feeling every pulse, every contraction around me.
Elijah opened his eyes, his gaze dark and glazed with desire.
“You’re so big…” he whispered, his voice thick with pleasure.
I let out a low laugh, sliding my hands down to his thighs.
And you… you’re so hot, bunny. F**k, I could spend my whole life fucking you.”
He trembled at my words, and I felt it.
I felt the grip around me tighten even more, as if his body reacted instinctively to my voice.
I slid one hand across his stomach, slowly moving up until I reached his chest. I played with one of his nipples between my fingers, eliciting a broken moan
from him.
“Move for me, Elijah. F**k me, love.”
And, damn it, he obeyed.
He began to grind slowly, his hands resting on my chest for balance. His movements were slow and teasing, as if he wanted to torture me with the unbearable pleasure of having him riding my cock./
My self–control was already a thin line.
And when he lifted his hips and came down hard, throwing his head back with a loud moan, that line broke.
My fingers dug even harder into his hips.
“Yes, fuck!” I growled, feeling my body boil.
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Elijah repeated the movement, riding with more intensity. His cock was hard, dripping, and pressed–against my abdomen as he rubbed against me.
And I just wanted more.
Much more.
My hips began to move upward, following his movements, thrusting deep inside him.
His moans became louder, more desperate.
And my name dripped from his lips like a prayer,
“Dante… oh, fuck… Dante!”
And in that moment, I knew.
My bunny had never been more beautiful than he was now, riding me, grinding, thrusting with such desire that he seemed made for it.
For me.
Every moan that escaped his lips was an addictive melody, every movement of his body an invitation to the hell of pleasure I never wanted to leave.
His eyes were lost in lust, his face flushed, his lips parted, panting, and all I could think about was how I wanted to see him like this forever–desperate, surrendered, fucking me like I was the fucking air he breathed.
And it was there, with his hot, sweaty body moving on top of me, that I knew.
He would never belong to anyone else.
Because Elijah was mine.
Totally.
Completely.
Irrevocably mine.
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