“I love you,” he repeated.“I fucking love you.”
Tears continued to rain down my cheeks as I felt every inch of him taking possession, and where condoms had been a must the first time, we didn’t need them now.I wanted to feel the real Lazarus, and I wanted to feel him cum deep inside me, marking me in a way that no other man had ever done.
“I love you, and you’re mine,” he went on, ramming into me with a violent force that should scare me but didn’t.“You’re mine, and I never had a problem dying for you, baby.”
Suddenly, it all made sense.Just as Lazarus was willing to die for me, I was willing to do anything to make sure that such a sacrifice didn’t happen.We were Adam and Eve; a couple that couldn’t live without each other, even if we had to give up our version of paradise to continue to exist for one another.
“Lazarus...please...”I cried out, needing to feel the essence of his life inside me.“Please...”
Digging his fingers deeper around my neck as his other hand dug into my left hip, Lazarus moved harder and deeper into me, and the wet sounds of me receiving him were loud, obscene, and telling.However, so were Lazarus’ grunts, dirty words, and professions of love.
“Cum for me, baby,” he ordered.“Cum for me, so that I can fill you up with what you need.”
“Harder, Lazarus...”I said, issuing my own orders.“Fuck me harder...”
He let out an animalistic growl as he railed me impossibly hard, and within seconds, I was cumming for him, my cries joining in on the storm outside.I felt the unimaginable pleasures reach every inch of my body, and it was enough to stop my lungs from functioning, that suffocating feeling that Lazarus had spoken of earlier hitting me like my life was in jeopardy, though I knew that it wasn’t.
It wasn’t until Lazarus let out a roar of his own that I could finally draw a breath, and as he came inside of me, it felt as if we were exchanging souls, and tears poured from my eyes as he slammed into me over and over again, refusing to let this be over so soon.
When Lazarus finally had nothing left to give, I felt his fingers loosen around my hip and neck, and when his forehead dropped against the back of my shoulder, I could hear his harsh breaths racing in my ears, making me feel weak with something that I still didn’t fully understand.
“I can’t lose you, Elisa,” he said softly against my skin.“I won’t survive it.”
Ironically, his words made me feel stronger than I could ever remember feeling, and it was clear that this was how Lazarus was meant to protect me.While I knew that he would, he didn’t necessarily have to throw himself in front of a demon to save me, and that made me feel immensely better.
“We’ll figure it out, Lazarus,” I replied, my voice a spent echo of acceptance.
I felt him kiss my shoulder as the storm outside died down, and I’d never felt so content before.Even with him still buried deep inside me, I felt a peaceful comfort that I couldn’t imagine existed anywhere else.
“Let’s go to bed, baby,” he said, and that sounded perfect.
Chapter 18
Lazarus~
It was almost one in the morning, and though we both needed to be at work in a few hours, I just couldn’t help myself.After taking Elisabeth up against the front door, I had undressed us both completely, then had carried her to her bedroom.From there, I’d gone after her again and again, exploring her body the way that I’d had our first night together, and I hadn’t cared about cumming inside her.Whatever depravity that went on between us, I felt like it was sanctioned by all.
