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Almost to me, she grinned. “What if I’m afraid of loud noises?”
I brushed off her comment with, “You won’t hear them over all your cries of ecstasy.”
With the mood I was in, most would’ve turned away to hide for cover. Elle? Her head fell back as she laughed freely. “Blood is seeping through your shirt, yet you’re still a god.”
Blood? Tiredly, I peered down to see my shirt was, in fact, damp with a ruby sheen. No wonder that nurse was trying to examine me—Wait. God? Ego now properly stroked, my eyes lifted. Elle was right in front of me. Her smile was gone, but there was such a rich fondness in her eyes she instantly had my full attention. Her voice was calm. Steady. “I’ve never met a man like you.” She whispered the next part, “Duke.”
Saying my name and resting her hands on my chest, my groin heated.
“You were named well.”
Horny and in a shitty mood, I raised a brow.
“Duke, a male holding the highest hereditary title in a British family.”
Dag’s text crossed my mind: She’ll tell ya when ready.
My mom had named me. I never thought to research the meaning. I suddenly felt honored. From Heaven, Mom was touching my spirit she helped create. And Elle made that happen.
I went to open my mouth, but she stopped me. “I know you’re not British, but you carry your title with strength, VP.”
Having been feeling so pitiful and weak, her compliment mimicked the actions of a well-laid spider’s web.
She continued, “I know you’re not going down tonight without a fight—”
Trying not to get caught up in her trap I was beginning to sense, I demanded, “I want my kiss.”
“So, a fight you will have.”
Thinking we were about to get into an argument, I was astounded when this woman started to softly hum. This spider’s strong web was no match for this fading VP. My brain told me that I recognized the melody, but my heart told me I had never heard anything so beautiful.
Was that the sound of an angel? No. It was… Elle. All womanly and so full of sincerity that it would have taken any man with ears to his knees. That’s why, when she actually began to sing, my heart became unconditionally hers. And with that, my legs gave, and I sat on the edge of the bed, staring up at her in complete awe. Not only was her voice a source of life, but the lyrics took on a meaning I had never considered before.
The song was “If Everyone Cared” by Nickelback, but as a female voice sang out such words, slower than the original version of the song, my soul opened up and craved all the love Elle had to offer. There was no music to back up her melody; however, I swear, as Elle sang “Amen,” she had an army of angels behind her, demanding I listen to their message.
Life had been so cruel to Elle; nevertheless, that cruelty had only made this woman more compassionate.
What bravery. What a glimpse of hope in the raw form of a human.
I whimpered, “Elle,” reluctant to give her such a hidden part of me, but she accepted my vulnerability with a dependable force. Again, Mom was touching my spirit. She had this noble quality. And she’d sent me a woman with the same vigor.
Elle’s only reply was more lyrics floating from her picture-perfect lips…
This time, when she pulled a pill bottle from her pocket, it wasn’t for her to overdose on. No. Now she had something to live for. At that very moment, it was relieving this VP’s pain and nursing him back to health.
Bringing the pill to my mouth, she studied me, as I had already started to refuse it, shaking my head. I didn’t want to sleep. I wanted more of her essence. Her voice. Her everything.
Elle didn’t argue with me. She simply took another approach. Elle reverted to humming so she could place the pill between her lips. Humming, she leaned down to place her lips against mine. But she didn’t open them. She would only do that if I behaved and took the goddamn pill.
Hungry for a kiss, I opened…
I was rewarded with her taste for a few short seconds before she started singing again, grabbing a water bottle from the nightstand that Sweets had left. While pulling the bottle of water to her mouth, my own watered for her. Seductively, she took a full swig and then brought her mouth back to mine. My reward continued as I opened up, drinking what she was offering and swallowing the pill. I moaned as she gave me a moment to suck on her wet tongue.
The kiss ended but not my night. Not yet.
As she continued to sing the lyrics, claiming to have never dreamt I could ever be hers, she gently took off my cut and t-shirt. As she relentlessly released her luscious poison, singing to me, I let her lay me down against the pillows. As she sang about how, if the world could love like she and I were doing, I let her kiss each of my eyes, kindly asking them to rest.
The beautiful melody floated from her lips and soul as she removed my boots and jeans…
