34. Chapter 34
Chapter thirty-four
J udas suddenly opened his eyes wide and sat up on the couch.
Eliza.
He was certain she had been here. Had he dreamed of her? Judas rolled to his side and smelled the pillow his head had been resting on, the sweet jasmine of her perfume still lingered on the fabric. Then he was hit with both the smell of coffee and bleach.
It was real. She was here. She’d come back.
The joy in his soul propelled him from the couch and he turned to face the kitchen. He appraised the space around him and saw that it sparkled and gleamed as if the last few days had never happened. All the remains of his mental breakdown had been erased and the smell of coffee lingered as he entered the kitchen space. He tried to mentally count the messes she must’ve cleaned up for him and his stomach plummeted. He was terribly mortified that she had to see him in that state.That she’d had to clean up his messes that were of his own making. His head fell into his hands as he let the humiliation wash over him. He did not deserve her. Never had and never would.
But she came back anyway. He knew it. The rest of his memories may be fuzzy around the edges but he knew he saw her face and she was the only person that would willingly put in all that work to put his home back together.
He rushed to the bedroom, peering inside. Sleeping beneath his sheets was the only woman who had ever made his continued existence a gift. His heart swelled with gratitude to see her in his space again.
He didn’twant to wake her but he had to be near her. He was certain he would crumble to pieces if he wasn't. He slowly approached the bed and gently sat by her side.
As carefully as he could, Judas grazed his fingers across her cheek and whispered, “You, my Eliza, are the greatest gift I have ever been given. You alone have made all the years of solitude worth it. I promise you, I will never stop proving my worth to you.”
She smiled as her eyelids fluttered open. Turning to face him, she took his hand from her face to hold it in her own.
Complete and total devotion shone from his eyes as he looked down at her, “I didn’t mean to wake you, my love.”
“I’m glad you did,” she said, her voice husky from sleep. “Are you feeling better this morning?”
He broke their eye contact glancing toward the floor, “I am feeling grateful to have you here, but I’m also feeling very embarrassed. I’m sorry you had to see me like that. I’m sorry you had to clean up my mess.”
Sitting up, she took his face in her hands, forcing him to look at her, “It’s okay to not be perfect all the time. You might be some kind of biblical immortal that I’m sure has a grand purpose in this world, but you’re also still a human. You’re allowed to act like one.”
"I've been in a dark place without you," he whispered.
It was something in his voice that made her pause. Maybe it was the in way he said the work dark or she could've been reading into it, but for a split second, her blood ran cold. "Judas, what do you mean?"
Shaking off her concern, he forced a smile, "Nothing…my choices were pretty bad the last few days, but they could have been worse."
"I'm sorry I wasn't here. And for everything…I haven't exactly been myself either. I know you were just looking out for me," she replied.
Her words warmed him from the inside out. He leaned forward and laid his lips against hers. Pressing his forehead against hers, he whispered, “Thank you for loving me.”
“Right back at ya, baby,” she replied with a sleepy smile as she leaned into a long, deep kiss. She gazed into his face, "Question… um… I saw all the bottles and I need to know… Were those all full?"
His cheeks flushed and he nodded in acknowledgment.
Her eyes grew into huge saucers, "Holy shit, Judas. That's massively impressive and completely terrifying all at once. Just exactly how much alcohol does it take to make an immortal drunk?"
Her words were light hearted and teasing. It made him chuckle and he knew that they were going to be okay.
"Copious amounts," he answered.
She giggled in response and felt her heart swell to know that she was still welcome in his life. Her time here in his apartment had allowed her to finally sleep for a solid chunk of time. She had been able to clear her head and rest her heart. His presence was sanctuary.
Judas reached his hands into her hair and pulled her as close against him as he possibly could. She felt the flames of her desire for his body blooming in her and groaned against his lips. The sound of her need nearly drove him mad. He began to move toward her body, but she pushed him until his back fell onto the bed.
Climbing over his body, Eliza straddled his lap. Grinding her hips into him, she felt his hard length rubbing against her and it made her feral. She grabbed the waistband of his sweatpants, working them down his hips. She wanted to leave no doubt in his mind that she loved him and wanted to do nothing but give him everything he wanted for the rest of her life.
Freeing his erection, she smiled greedily before kneeling between his knees at the edge of the bed. She watched his face as she lowered her mouth to him, wrapping her lips around his length. She thrills to see the absolute bliss spread across his features. Slowly, she worked her way down his shaft, teasing him with her tongue the entire way.
He hissed out his appreciation, “Oh fuck, Eliza.”
Smiling around his girth, she continues to work her magic. She lets him slide all the way to the back of her throat again and again. She is thrilled to hear his moans of pleasure. Faster and faster she plunges him down her throat until she can feel his muscles tighten in anticipation of release.
Before she could finish him, he sat up from the bed, pulling himself from her mouth, grabbing her arms. Pulling her to meet his mouth, their lips locked. He kissed her like he was trying to devour her and with the way she made him feel, he very well may have been. Tearing her clothes from her body, he laid her across the bed and stared down at her. Every inch of her exposed skin was like seeing the holy grail before him. Everything he could ever want or need displayed in front of his eyes.
Slowly, he trailed his fingers down her flesh leaving behind scorching paths of need across her skin. She trembled beneath him purring her desire. Leaning toward her, he watched her beautiful face as his fingers found the slick, wet evidence of her arousal. He slid his fingers inside her and nearly came undone as she gasped his name.
“Judas…” she panted, “Please. Please.”
Her desperation sent his head into a flurry of desire. His hands, magical in their ability to draw every ounce of pleasure from her body, moved faster to bring her to the edge of orgasm. One trailing along her nakedness, the other expertly stroking her most sensitive nerves. He needed to see her come undone. Needed to know that he was the same kind of ferocious need for her that she was for him. He needed to be the home of her pleasure just as she was the home of all his love and adoration.
“Come for me, Eliza,” he whispered and watched her skin flush the most erotic shade of pink. “Feel how much I love your body. Let it all go and come for me.”
As if his words were the secret to eternal satisfaction, Eliza’s body obeyed without question. Her thoughts went fuzzy and her body churned with ecstasy as an orgasm swept over her in waves of warmth.
She screamed his name and it took him past the point of no return. As the tides of her pleasure receded, he pulled his hand away and positioned himself between her thighs, wet with her arousal. Bringing his fingers to her mouth, he groaned as she wrapped her lips around them and sucked. Taking in the taste of herself, she nearly exploded as he moaned, the sound driving her near another climax without even a touch from him.
Pulling his fingers from her mouth, he claimed the site with his own lips, kissing her as if it were the only thing that could save him. Mouths still connected in their frenzied kiss, he slid into her and they both cried out. Again and again, he drove into her. Their bodies moved together, writhing in a sweaty mess of limbs grasping for skin, desperate for more. Clinging to each other as if their lives depend on it.
There is sex. There is making love. This was neither.
It was a deep, needy hunger that could not be encompassed with any words. It was beyond normal human functions. This was carnal.
Their bodies moved together as if they were one. Each knowing exactly how to grind and rub against the other to maximize all the pleasure building between them. Every nerve in their bodies was alive and burning through them. The climax spread through every cell as they reached their peak together. She cried his name. He buried his head in her neck and breathed in her scent. Orgasm thundered down on them until they collapsed into a panting, sweating pile of flesh.
Their minds were buzzing with the divine bliss of satisfaction, but they could still recognize the familiar warmth of home. It was right there, bound together in the most intimate of ways. This was home.
No, this wasn’t just sex.
This was salvation.