Touch Me (10 page)

“You
feel so fucking good,” he gasped those words. And then he slid all the way in,
pushing right into the tight muscle.

When
he was deep inside of her, his balls pressed tightly to her pussy, his cock
full in her ass, he stilled. Breathing heavily, trying to catch his bearings,
Elijah stared down at his woman. Her back was arched, her head tilted to the
side, and her lips parted.

“You
feel how deep I’m inside of you?”

She
nodded. “God, yes.

“You’re
so fucking tight and hot, baby.” He closed his eyes, and when she tightened her
inner muscles around him he thrust his hips forward slightly, not able to
control himself. A deep groan left him, and he snapped his eyes open. He
pressed his hand to the center of her back, added pressure until she was now
resting her chest on the mattress, her ass still in the air.

He
started pulling out of her slowly, and when just the crown of his dick was
lodged inside of her, he shoved back in. He did this three times before he
pushed into her maybe a little too hard because she moved up the bed an inch.
But she didn’t complain, and instead a gasp of pleasure left her.

“That
is
so
fucking it.” Sweat started to
bead along his brow. His pulse began racing, and he really started fucking her
ass then. In, out, faster and faster he pumped into her until his balls were
slapping her wet pussy. The way she clenched around his cock had his orgasm
rushing to the surface.

He
fucked her long and hard, and soon sweat coated both of their bodies in a slick
sheen. “I’m never going to get enough, Freya. You’ll always be mine, and I’ll
always be yours.”

“Yes,
Elijah. God,
yes
.”

He
slammed into her, and she cried out in pleasure. “No one will have you but me.
No one will ever touch you but me.” He pumped into her again and again,
cementing his words.

“I
don’t want anyone else. I only want you,” she cried out the last word.

He
loved her, always would. Every day he loved her more. She was his just as he
was hers. “Say it, Freya.” He clenched his eyes shut for a moment as intense
pleasure washed through him. “Say you’re only mine, that you’ll only ever be
mine.”

“You
know I’m yours.”

He
opened his eyes, parted his lips, and breathed out harshly. Moving his hand
lower, he slid it over her belly, down to her pussy, and speared his fingers in
her folds. She was soaked, and her clit was engorged for him, as if needing his
touch. He rubbed that hardened bundle of tissue over and over again, back and
forth, until she cried out.

Elijah’s
orgasm rushed forward, and he started pounding into her. Deep, guttural words
left him, and then he was groaning as he came. He felt her tense beneath him,
heard her cry as she got off, and the fact she came right along with him
heightened his pleasure.

Once
his high left and his dick started to soften, he came back to reality. Freya
breathed heavily, her head to the side and her eyes closed. He gently pulled
out of her, a groan of disappointment leaving him. Elijah didn’t want to leave
her, but he quickly made his way to the bathroom, cleaned up, and when he went
back in the room it was to see her in the same position. That had him smiling.

“I
have a warm rag to clean you up, baby.”

“Hmm,”
she murmured, but slowly opened her eyes and smiled.

Moving
back toward the bed and kneeling on it, he cleaned her gently, set the rag
away, and sat on the edge of the bed.

“You’re
so good to me,” she murmured in a sleepy voice.

For
a few seconds he didn’t move, didn’t speak, and only when he felt the bed move
with Freya rising behind him did he turn and face her.

“Is
everything okay, Elijah?” she asked and placed a hand on his shoulder,
smoothing it up and down his arm.

“Nothing’s
wrong, baby. Nothing’s ever wrong when I’m with you.” He smiled and shifted on
the bed to face her. He cupped her cheek. He just needed to do this. “I had
planned on doing this differently, but I realized it doesn’t matter how I do it
as long as you know the truth, and how I feel about you.”

“Okay.
I’m all ears,” she said, teasing, but he heard the slight nervousness in her
voice.

He
stared at her for a second, and then stood and went over to his dresser, opened
the drawer, and grabbed the small light blue box. When he turned to face her
again, she looked at what he held, her eyes widening and her mouth parting.
Moving back toward her, Elijah dropped to his knees, took one of her hands in
his, and brought it to his mouth to kiss her fingers.

“Elijah…”

“I
love you, Freya. I love you with all of my heart.” He was so fucking nervous.
“I want you to know that if your father was here I would have asked him for his
permission before doing this, but I hope he’s looking down, approving of what
I’m about to ask his daughter.”

She
was crying, a smile on her face.

“You’re
the only woman I want to spend my life with, to carry my babies, and to be by
my side until we are old.” He opened the box that held the diamond solitaire.
This wasn’t like when he’d proposed to Meghan, or when he thought he’d loved
her. Things had been so different back then … he’d been a different man back
then. Freya was the woman he was meant to spend his life with.

He
felt so nervous. They both loved each other, and he was pretty sure she’d say
yes. But there was this little voice in the back of his head that said maybe,
just maybe, she’d say no.

He
glanced down at her hand, stared at her ring finger, and just said it already
before his nerves got the best of him. “Freya, sweetheart, I love you, and I
know you love me.” He took a deep breath. “Freya Fallon Dresden, will you marry
me?” He took the ring out, slipped it on her finger, and waited. For a second
she just stared at the ring, and then she started crying harder.

She
sniffed, looked at him, and then at the ring again. “Yes, Elijah. Of course
I’ll marry you.”

He
had her in his arms and off the bed a second later. Elijah held her, kept her
tightly against him, and inhaled deeply. “You make me so damn happy.” This was
his life now, and damn what a good life it was.

The End

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