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“That’s right,” he whispers, and the sound of it makes me moan. “Show me how much you want it. Prove it to me.”
I plant my feet on the bed and lift my hips, racing to the end. How many times have I done this alone in my room, holding back my moans the way I’m doing now, working my body into a frenzy? Only this time, he’s watching. He’s here with me, and the sound of his breathing and his deep, rich voice talking me through it makes everything more intense. Sweeter and hotter.
I’m so close. Almost there…
I gasp in shock when he pulls my hand away, rough, with no explanation.
That is until he plunges his head down and uses his tongue to part my lips and massage my clit.
It’s like I stuck my finger in a socket. White heat explodes in my core, my body tenses, and it’s like fireworks going off in my head as the most intense orgasm of my life slams into me and leaves me shaking, whimpering, and struggling to stay quiet when all I want to do is scream.
But I can’t. It’s too dangerous. All I can do is ride it out until he lifts his head and rolls away from me. I’ve never felt so exposed and vulnerable and alive.
I want more. I need it. The connection and pleasure. Everything that was kept from me while I was here. That’s what makes me sit up and unzip his pants before he can say a word. He’s still hard, and a wet spot has spread across the front of his shorts. I pull them down and leave his thick, heavy dick to spring free, swaying slightly and glistening at the tip.
“What are you doing?” he finally asks before I take him into my mouth all at once. I’m not sure what I’m doing, and I’m probably fumbling around like an idiot, but I need to make him feel the way he made me feel. I need to give this back to him somehow.
Any worry about not doing it right dissolves at his first soft moan. “Oh, Leona…” He buries his hands in my hair, holding my head while I bob up and down. He leaves a salty taste on my tongue when I run it around the mushroom head. I can’t tell if his strangled groan means I did it right or not. He’s not stopping me, so it must feel good, so I do it again before taking as much of him into me as I can.
“Just like that.” He’s breathing faster and harder, and his hips jerk while he surges in my mouth. “Don’t stop. Just a little more. Oh, Leona, yes.”
And all at once, he fills my mouth with his cum, one blast after another that hits the back of my throat. I swallow it sloppily but eagerly, almost proud of myself for doing a good job.
When it’s over, I pull back to let him fall from my lips, a soft, tender feeling in my chest. Like now that we’ve been together at our most vulnerable, something deeper than lust has taken root. He’s breathless, flushed, and his eyes are closed. He’s even more beautiful in the moonlight spilling over the bed.
How am I supposed to leave him tomorrow?
CHAPTER FIVE
ELIJAH
That put jerking off to shame, big time.
I’ve never come so hard in my life. My head is spinning, my ears are ringing, and I’m pretty sure letting her do that was a huge mistake. I can still taste he and smell her juices, and I don’t know how I’m supposed to let them take her away tomorrow.
But they have to. That’s the way it has to be. This doesn’t change anything—Tristan still needs me. He still needs to get out of here and back into the real world before these sick fucks destroy him. I can’t let that happen. Not even for her.
She didn’t choose this, but neither did I. And neither did my brother.
She’s lying beside me, and I don’t dare look at her. I need to get out of here, get away from her, and pretend this never happened, even if I know, I’ll never forget.
“What are you doing?” She reaches for me when I set up, but I jerk my shoulder away before she can make contact.
“What do you think?” I stand, tucking myself back into my shorts and pants, then zip up. “What, did you think I would stay here all night? Like we’ll fall asleep in each other’s arms or something? Get dressed.”
“But, Elijah—” Her voice holds so much pain and confusion. I can’t stand hearing how much I’m hurting her.
“Now. Or do you want my dad to come in and see you like this? What do you think he would do?” It hurts, but I force myself to look her in the eye and not flinch away from the pain I find. “Do it, or don’t. I don’t care.”
Her chin quivers like she’s fighting back tears. “Please, don’t be like this.” Still, at least she gets up and pulls the dress over her head before I turn my back on her. At least I don’t have to force her into it.
“Like what? Like realistic? Sorry, this isn’t some fairy tale.” I hate myself, but it’s for the best. It’s for Tristan. I can’t let myself forget about him the way Dad did. He forgot about both of us.
“Why won’t you look at me?” she asks when she finds me staring at the floor. “I’m dressed now. You don’t have to worry about me getting you hard again.”
“A body does what it’s going to do,” I remind her, my voice flat. “Don’t act like you deserve an award or something for making me come.”
“Don’t sound like that. I know you don’t mean it.”
