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I just knew that Elijah’s were all the artwork with the demons. He was covered in creepy ones that I suddenly wished to trace with my fingers. I trembled, and that’s when I noticed the next painting. A blonde female draped across the lap of a crouched demon. Her naked breasts arched up in the air as blood flowed from the demon’s lips—her blood. Instead of terror, ecstasy shone on her face. The demon gazed at her almost with yearning, like she was so far away despite her blood dripping from his fangs and lips. He knew he shouldn’t have her, but he couldn’t help himself. And her breasts seemed to be full of leaking milk?
That one was my favorite. Deep down, instead of princes, I thought maybe every woman wanted gentle monsters. Someone strong—scary enough to keep all the bad things away—and gentle only to those he loved. I knew where I went wrong. I’d stumbled upon a faux prince, having never met a monster before. Monsters weren’t easy to approach, but princes came too easily. Maybe you had to deal with someone easy to learn what to do and not to do just in case a monster showed up.
“Did you paint this one?” I asked.
He lifted his head and nodded. Elijah went back to drawing, then abruptly did a double-take and gawked. Something akin to panic flashed in his wide brown eyes. A hint of worry seeped into his voice. “Why?”
“I love it,” I said heatedly. “Will you let me buy it? One day I’ll have a house, and I want it to go in my bedroom. Or honestly, maybe my closet away from prying eyes.”
Elijah flinched, stood, and made his way to me. He studied the painting before looking at me. “You really like it?”
“Why do you sound so surprised?”
“Because it’s so dark and you’re so…” His gaze skimmed over me, and I fought the urge to squirm. I couldn’t prevent the desire flowing freely from me to him, though. That would be impossible.
I stared at the artwork. “Studying this picture makes me wonder what the demon’s thinking as he gazes at her. I wonder how it’d feel for someone to look at me that way.”
When I glimpsed at Elijah, his Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard. The heat between us was palpable, and I wondered if he felt it too. Fudge, how could he not? My breasts were heavy and aching. I shuddered with an overwhelming need for Elijah.
“It’s yours to take if you want it,” he uttered.
“Really?”
He gave me a firm nod. “Come on. I’m almost finished.” He took my hand and led me back over to the stools. He was warm to the touch. I wondered how much warmer he could be.
Thirty minutes later, he was finished drawing my infinity sign. I loved it the moment I saw it. It was made of tiny sunflowers and roses. Lucy’s name curved one corner while Eli’s around the other. It wasn’t big and for my first, I was glad. The nerves hit the moment he asked, “Where do you want it?”
“Um,” I glanced around, examining myself slowly. “The center of my back toward the top, maybe?”
“Come here.” He stood and beckoned for me to follow. “You’ll have to take off the T-shirt.” My mouth dropped. “You’re the one that chose the back.” He was right. “You can hold your shirt to your chest once you take it off if that makes you more comfortable. The bra shouldn't be a problem since you’re wanting it high in on your back.”
I nodded nervously. “Yeah.”
Elijah gathered everything he needed—sterilizing the area and opening a new needle. He kept glancing at me as he did everything as if to prove how clean an operation he ran. I just rolled my eyes and smirked. The moment Elijah turned the other way, I took off my shirt and cradled it to my chest. When he saw that I was ready, he waved me forward. I turned around and let him place the outline on my back. He pointed toward the mirror next to us. “See if that’s where you want it.”
After checking the placement, I sat down. When Elijah noticed my nervousness, he reminded me that if I could survive pregnancy then I could handle this. He said some people described the needle feeling like tiny bee stings. My apprehension eased as he began. The tiny jabbing pain was nothing I couldn’t handle. It hurt but not enough to be nervous over. The gun’s buzzing sound was more intimidating than the pain. Honestly, I was more focused on Elijah’s heat against my skin than the discomfort. The glove around his hand did nothing to mask his warmth. In fact, the thought only made it worse. So close, his touch was…
“You okay?” he murmured behind me.
“Mm-hmm.”
Two hours later, Elijah was finished. “Go check it out in the mirror.” He watched as I got up and stood in front of the mirror, gazing over my shoulder. It was beautiful. No colors were added, instead, he used different shades of black. Whatever he’d done, it was perfect. The sunflowers were feminine yet the black ink and Elijah’s drawing gave it an edgier vibe.
“I love it.” I caught his pleased expression as I faced him.
After Elijah wrapped a plastic film over it, I put on my shirt while he cleaned up. It was after midnight, and Olivia texted me an hour ago that Lucy finally fell asleep.
While I waited, I said, “Thanks. I know this was last minute, but I’m really glad I got the chance to do this.”
“I’m here for whatever you need me for.”
I tilted my head at him. He was sterilizing his area again, wiping everything down. I couldn’t read pass the look of utter concentration on his face. Kind of hard to figure out what he meant when he said stuff like that to me.
All I heard was I’m here and my body reacted. Elijah would be the type to spoil me, wouldn’t he? I couldn’t imagine him with another woman. The thought alone made me angry and hurt. It made me think… I want to be spoiled, loved, adored, and ravished. By him. It was a powerful sensation.
“How long is your sister staying?” Elijah asked once he was finished, approaching me.
“Two more days.” I waited beside him as he shut off the lights.
