Chapter 11 #3
“You are finally behaving like my tamed little pet, Amara,” Elias murmured against her ear, his breath hot as he stayed buried deep within her. His grip on her tightened as he relished every shaky breath she let out, every tremor that ran through her.
His mouth brushed her throat, slow at first, then more intense, drawing a sharp gasp from her. Her pulse raced under his touch, and the sensation alone made her go dizzy, her fingers curling tightly as she reacted without thinking.
“Elias…” she gasped, her voice breaking as her body clenched around him again.
He groaned at the reaction, losing himself for a moment in how tightly she held him, how completely she pulled him in.
“Ahhh… oh god… Elias!” she cried, overwhelmed, her body burning with every sensation as he kept her pinned to him.
Then, suddenly, she shifted.
Turning in his hold, she moved with instinct rather than thought, climbing over him and lowering herself onto him again. Her knees pressed into the bed as she took control of the motion, her hands braced on his shoulders while she began to move in rhythm with him.
Elias’s gaze dropped instantly, locked on her, drawn in completely. He leaned up toward her, trying to reach her, chasing her with impatient hunger, but she kept slipping just out of his grasp. The frustration only made him hungrier.
Finally, he caught her, pulling her close and losing himself in the moment, his control breaking as he gave in completely to the pull she had over him.
“Ahhh…!” she gasped, her entire body trembling as the intensity built between them again.
He stayed with her rhythm, deeper now, both of them moving in sync until her breath turned uneven and her voice softened into broken sounds, the room filled only with them.
“Fuck…!” Elias groaned, his control slipping as he took over again. He pushed her back onto the bed, his body covering hers as he came over her, driving into her with a brutal, relentless rhythm—nothing like her smaller, desperate movements.
Almost instantly, Amara broke again, her body shaking as she cried out, her voice rough and breathless, throat dry from it all. Elias’s hands stayed on her constantly, holding her, pulling her into him, refusing to let her slip away from his pace.
He shifted her again, rolling her onto her side and pressing himself in from behind. A deep, rough groan left him as he buried himself inside her. All he wanted was to stay there, to feel her tighten around him with every movement.
A shudder ran through him moments later as he released, his body locking up, muscles tight with the force of it. The second he spilled inside her, she followed, clenching around him so intensely it dragged another wave of pleasure through him.
“God…” he growled against her ear, still shaking as her walls held him so tightly.
The intensity hadn’t even faded when he started moving again—slower now, but deeper, every thrust stretching her further. His breath brushed her neck as he pressed lingering, teasing kisses along her skin.
She stirred under him, her breathing uneven, her body instinctively arching away from the sensitive touch. But his hand held her face firmly in place while his mouth trailed along her neck, slow and deliberate.
The kisses turned heavier, more demanding. Within moments of that slow torment, her body tightened around him again, heat spilling over him. Feeling her tense and the warmth around him, his pace picked up instantly—harder, faster, more relentless.
“Oh…” Amara sobbed into the pillow as another wave crashed through her, and still he didn’t stop. Her body had become so sensitive that every movement pulled another tremor through her.
Finally, after several minutes, his grip on her waist tightened. His arm slid under her knee, lifting her leg toward her chest to angle deeper. The shift made her break again, her body trembling as pleasure ripped through her, and with a deep groan, he finally spilled inside her once more.
Before she could even catch her breath, he had her pinned again. Soft sounds slipped from her lips as his kisses traced her throat and collarbone, making her chest rise unevenly.
Then the kisses moved lower—over her chest, down her stomach—until she felt him between her legs.
Her eyes snapped open, and her hands moved instantly to his shoulders. “Ah,” she whispered at the sudden sensation, her body instinctively writhing beneath him.
Elias’s eyes locked onto hers, dark and intense, carrying a silent promise, before he lowered his mouth to her sensitive button.
Amara’s hips shifted back on instinct, trying to escape the overwhelming sensation, but Elias followed without hesitation, his mouth staying on her as if he refused to let her go. He took his time, completely focused on her, his control unshaken.
“It’s been… so many hours… ahh…” her voice cracked, raw from everything she had already been through. “Please… Elias…”
At her words, his tongue moved faster, drawing sharp reactions from her. His mouth stayed firmly against her as he worked over her sensitive spot with relentless precision.
“Mhhhhh… ahhnnnghhhh…” her broken sounds slipped out, her body already teetering on the edge.
Within minutes, she shattered again. The moment it happened, he didn’t pause—his tongue moved lower, continuing without hesitation, drawing her through the aftermath as his hands guided her hips up, holding her in place.
He continued teasing her, exploring her slowly and thoroughly, keeping her completely at his mercy until her body tensed once more and she broke again.
But Elias still didn’t stop.
Her legs tightened around his neck, trembling.
“Ah!” she gasped, her hands clenching into fists.
He deepened his focus, his movements more insistent, his attention unwavering. The more he gave her, the more her body reacted, overwhelmed and sensitive beyond reason.
“Hahh… hahhhh… ahhhhhhh, Elias, wait. Gosh… wait…” she pleaded weakly, her breath breaking apart. Her entire body felt overstimulated, every touch too much and yet impossible to resist.
She climaxed again, her body shaking violently, but even then he continued, refusing to pull away. His grip kept her steady, holding her through wave after wave, leaving no space for escape.
For a long stretch of time, he stayed there, drawing her into relentless cycles of pleasure until she could barely think anymore. Each reaction from her only pulled him deeper into it, her responses unraveling her bit by bit.
When he finally pulled back, his face glistened with her release. Amara lay trembling beneath him, breath uneven, her body completely drained and sensitive, barely able to hold herself together.
Her eyes slowly fluttered open, heavy-lidded, and she tried to glance down—only to find his gaze already on her.
Heat flashed across his face as he murmured, low and rough, “Want to see stars?”
“What…?” she managed, but the word barely left her lips.
The next second, his fingers drove into her without warning.
The sensation hit her instantly.
Her back arched as her eyes rolled shut, breath catching completely, as if the air had been stolen from her lungs. A sharp, overwhelming wave tore through her body, making her tremble against him, helpless under the intensity of it.
And in that moment, it became clear to her—he had no intention of stopping anytime soon.
***
Amara’s eyes snapped open the moment a sharp pain shot through her lower back.
A soft gasp left her lips as her entire body tensed. The ache was intense, throbbing down her back and making her stomach twist unpleasantly. She squeezed her eyes shut for a second before slowly pushing herself upright on the bed.
The second she sat up, she winced.
Her hand immediately pressed against her lower back while she shifted carefully, her brows pulling together in pain.
Beside her, Elias was still fast asleep.
His eyes were closed, his breathing slow and calm, completely relaxed unlike her aching body. One arm was stretched across the mattress where she had been lying earlier, his dark hair slightly messy against the pillow.
The sight instantly made irritation flare across her face.
Her lips pressed into a tight line as anger rose in her chest.
“He wouldn’t even touch me during the entire year we were married,” she thought bitterly, glaring at him. “I begged him to kiss me. And now, after we’re divorced, he seduced me into sleeping with him? What the hell is wrong with this damn man’s brain?”
The more she looked at his peacefully sleeping face, the more annoyed she became.
Carefully, she slid off the bed, another ache pulling through her lower back the moment her feet touched the floor.
“Damn it…” she muttered under her breath.
She grabbed her dress from the floor, the same one she had worn last night, and slipped it over her body. And then, she quietly sneaked out of the room.
Not long after she left, Elias woke up.
His brows furrowed slightly as his hand instinctively moved across the bed beside him, searching for Amara.
But the spot next to him was cold.
His fingers shifted across the sheets again, feeling nothing.
A confused look crossed his sleepy face as he finally opened his eyes properly and looked around the room.
There was no sign of her.
The sleepiness vanished from his expression instantly.
He pushed himself upright quickly and looked toward the bathroom first, but the door was open and empty.
“Amara?”
No answer.
His chest tightened immediately.
Throwing the blanket aside, he got off the bed in a rush and grabbed his pants from the floor before shoving them on carelessly. He pulled a shirt over his body without even buttoning it properly and hurried out of the room.
“Amara!” he called out louder this time.
His eyes searched the entire house frantically.
The living room.
Nothing.
Dining area.
Nothing.
Just as he was about to head toward the front door, he suddenly heard a faint sound coming from the kitchen.
He froze.
Then immediately turned and walked quickly toward the sound. The moment he stepped into the kitchen, he came to an abrupt halt.
Amara was standing there by the counter, quietly making coffee.
Relief hit his face so clearly it was impossible to miss.
His shoulders visibly loosened as he let out a low breath he probably did not even realize he had been holding.
“Amara…” he said softly.
Hearing him, she glanced at him briefly over her shoulder before turning back toward the coffee machine.
“Yeah?”
Elias steadied his breathing and slowly walked toward her.
When he reached her, his arms slipped around her waist from behind without hesitation, pulling her back gently against his chest.
Before she could react, he lowered his head onto her shoulder, his face resting against the side of her neck.
His warm breath brushed against her ear.
“I miss seeing you around the house,” he murmured softly. “How about we go to your place, pick up your luggage, and bring it back home?”
His arms tightened slightly around her waist.
“You can settle back into the bedroom. I’ll even arrange an extra closet for you.”
Amara immediately shifted her shoulder, trying to get away from the ticklish feeling of his lips brushing near her ear.
She pushed against his chest lightly. “Elias, stop.”
But instead of letting her go, he moved even closer.
“I’m not coming back to this house,” she said firmly. “This is your house. Why would I bring my luggage here?”
“What’s mine is yours,” Elias replied instantly, his voice low and stubborn. “Stop saying this is my house. It’s our house.”
His chin rested briefly on her shoulder before he continued, “So let me go with you and bring your things back here., okay?
Amara sighed in frustration.
“Elias, I’m just trying to drink my coffee before leaving. Stop making things difficult.”
She tried pushing him away again and finally stepped out of his arms.
But the moment she moved too quickly, a sharp pain suddenly shot through her lower back again.
Her breath caught instantly.
“Ah—”
She bent forward slightly, her hand flying to the counter for support as she winced hard.