She is everywhere. Once more, she has consumed me.
She’s in my arms. The only thing I can feel is her skin on mine, her mouth on mine. Her scent of roses fills my lungs. She is the only thought in my head, the only beat left in my heart. Every drop of my blood chants her name.
Elowen. The first ray of light. The woman that brings me back to life.
And she doesn’t hate me. She didn’t stop loving me.
I can live—she still loves me.
I tear myself from her lips, gasping for air.
“Tell me you love me,” I whisper, the plea barely escaping my lips.
She chuckles, breathless. “I love you.”
I find her eyes in the dark. “Again.”
“I love you.” She says it with the smile that is my entire fucking world.
“More.” I press my forehead to hers, breathing her in.
“I love you, Salvario De Falco.”
I crush my mouth to hers again. I can’t stop. I don’t want to stop. I’m fucking possessed by her.
She’s finally in my arms, speaking the words my soul has been starving for.
I lay her back on the bed and cover her body with mine.
She unbuckles my belt urgently, unbuttons my pants while I pull off her shorts. She fumbles with the buttons of myshirt. It takes me no time to strip her T-shirt away, freeing her beautiful breasts for my mouth and hands.
I take her nipple into my mouth, sucking hard, while kicking free of my pants and boxers. I kiss my way up her breasts, along her throat, over the curve of her neck, positioning myself at her entrance. I pull back just enough to watch her face as I push inside.
She’s tight. Just like the first time. She winces as I sink deeper, but despite the pain, she lifts into me, taking more. I pull my shirt off while her body adjusts to the fullness of me.
Then I withdraw. And thrust back into her.
After a few strokes, her expression shifts from discomfort to the raw hunger of arousal. I don’t hold back anymore. I drive into her harder, faster. Her eyes roll back. She bites her lower lip to muffle the sounds I’m pulling from her.
I quicken the pace and crush my mouth to hers, freeing her lip, only to catch it between my teeth.
She digs her nails into my back, pulling me deeper, arching to meet every thrust.
My mouth fills with her moans. We cling to each other, hold on tight, and come together.
Chapter 43
Elowen
I wake in a panic to his absence.
I’m in my bed. Rosie is curled beside me. But there’s no one else.
If not for the ache between my legs and the fact that I’m naked, I’d believe it was only a dream.
I stare at the ceiling. The gap in my chest widens. I close my eyes, and silent tears slip down my temples.
I can still smell him in the room. Feel him on my skin.But he’s gone.
