Chapter 15 #2
When her strength finally gave out, Elias caught her before she could fully collapse, steadying her against him as he turned her toward the wall.
He positioned himself behind her, pressing close as water ran down their skin, and in one firm motion, pulled her back against him. His hand stayed on her, guiding her reactions as he moved with controlled intensity, refusing to let the moment fade.
When Amara cried out, completely drained from everything he had done to her, it only pushed Elias further over the edge. She was exhausted, barely holding herself together, but he still couldn’t stop. He wanted her to break for him, to fall apart in his arms because of him.
Without warning, Elias pulled her up and pressed her back against the wall.
Water slid down their bodies, the heat between them cutting through the cold droplets.
He moved in behind her, holding her steady, and in one swift motion, he thrust inside her.
His fingers found their place on her sensitive nub, rubbing it constantly.
“Oh, God!” Amara gasped, her body trembling as his touch refused to let up. Her legs weakened beneath her, every nerve in her body reacting at once.
“You wanted to feel it, didn’t you?” Elias breathed against her, his voice low and rough. “Then let go, Amara. I want all of it.”
“Mmmhhmm…” Amara whimpered, her voice breaking as she tried to hold herself back, overwhelmed by everything he was doing to her.
Elias caught her hands and pinned them above her head against the wall, locking her in place as he stayed close behind her.
He didn’t ease up, only deepening the intensity, refusing to give her space to escape the sensations building inside her.
Amara shook in his hold, her breath coming in uneven gasps, her resistance slowly unraveling.
“Don’t hold back,” Elias murmured, pulling her head gently back so she had no choice but to meet his gaze. “I want to hear every sound you make.”
“I’m… so close,” Amara whimpered, her voice breaking. “Please, Elias… please.”
Elias growled, his voice low and rough.
Amara couldn’t hold back any longer. Her body gave in completely, trembling as release washed over her in heavy waves. A soft whimper slipped from her lips, her senses drowning in the intensity.
“That’s it,” Elias murmured, his tone quieter now, laced with satisfaction. His hands slid from her waist into her hair, gripping gently from behind.
Elias stiffened as her body clenched around him, pulling him deeper, and in that instant everything inside him snapped. The warmth of her release pushed him over the edge, his movements turning harder, more urgent.
As he came, his body shuddered with the force of it, holding her tightly against him. Even then, she didn’t let him go—her body holding him close, tightening around him in a way that made him want to stay there, to never pull away.
***
Amara slowly opened her eyes and stared blankly at the ceiling for a few seconds before the soreness in her body hit her all at once.
A quiet groan escaped her lips.
She winced and immediately pressed a hand against the small of her back, her entire body aching as she shifted carefully beneath the sheets. Even the slightest movement made her hiss softly in pain.
“What the hell is wrong with this man…” she muttered under her breath, brows knitting together.
She rubbed her sore waist slowly, still half buried under the blanket.
“When I used to beg him before, he wouldn’t even spare me a glance,” she grumbled bitterly. “Now he’s completely insatiable. This damn man barely even let me breathe the entire night.”
With another pained hiss, she stretched her arm behind her and tried to massage the soreness from her lower back.
Then the sound of running water reached her ears.
Amara paused and slowly lifted her head toward the bathroom.
The shower was running.
Through the fogged glass door, she could faintly make out Elias’s silhouette beneath the water. The outline of his broad shoulders shifted slightly as water cascaded down his body.
Her gaze lingered for a second too long.
Her lips parted subconsciously before she suddenly caught herself.
Immediately, she pressed her fingers against her mouth and shook her head hard.
“Get a grip,” she whispered to herself in frustration. “What the hell is wrong with your brain?”
She dragged a hand down her face dramatically before glaring toward the bathroom.
“You’re literally sore all over, and somehow you’re still staring at him like he’s a whole buffet.”
She groaned at herself in embarrassment before quickly climbing out of bed. Bending down stiffly, she grabbed her clothes from the floor and hurriedly slipped her dress back on.
“What the fuck is wrong with me…” she muttered again while fixing the straps over her shoulders.
She ran her fingers through her messy hair before exhaling deeply, trying to calm herself down.
“I keep giving in because my mind still hasn’t caught up to the divorce,” she tried to reason with herself. “Part of me still feels like he’s my husband.”
Her lips pressed into a thin line.
“He’s dangerously good at sex,” she thought irritably. “I just need to stop reacting to him so easily and get myself back under control whenever he touches me.”
She grabbed her bag from the chair and straightened her posture.
“This won’t work if I keep giving in every single time,” she whispered firmly to herself. “I need to wake up and stop letting him affect me like this.”
But despite her words, her eyes drifted back toward the bathroom one more time.
The blurred figure behind the fogged glass moved again beneath the running water.
Amara instantly looked away, heat rushing to her face as she quickly hurried out of the room, escaping almost as if she had just committed a crime.
A few moments later, the bathroom door finally opened.
Elias stepped out with water still dripping down his skin. Damp strands of hair clung to his forehead, and a towel hung low around his waist while another rested loosely in his hand.
As he walked into the bedroom, his eyes instinctively moved toward the bed.
Then he stopped.
The bed was empty.
The relaxed look on his face disappeared instantly.
“Amara?” he called casually at first.
No answer came.
His brows slowly furrowed.
He glanced around the room again before walking farther inside, but there was still no sign of her anywhere.
The realization hit him immediately.
“She already ran off?” he muttered darkly, irritation flashing across his face.
A frustrated laugh escaped him as he dragged a hand through his wet hair.
“This woman seriously can’t stay still for even one second.”
Annoyed, he tossed the towel in his hand onto the couch before striding out of the bedroom.
“Amara!” he called louder this time as he walked downstairs.
The house stayed silent.
His jaw tightened.
He checked the living room, the kitchen, even the hallway near the entrance, but there was no sign of her anywhere.
“Amara!”
Still nothing.
Elias let out a sharp breath through his nose before turning around and heading back upstairs with visible frustration written all over his face.
The moment he entered the bedroom again, he grabbed his phone from the bedside table and immediately called her number.
The phone rang.
And rang.
And rang.
But she never picked up.
His expression darkened more with every second until he finally pulled the phone away from his ear and stared at the screen with an irritated look.
Frustration surged through Elias as he stared at the unanswered call screen.
He let out a deep, irritated breath before tossing the phone onto the bed for a second and dragging a hand through his damp hair.
“Do you really think you can run away from me?” he muttered darkly under his breath.
His jaw tightened as his eyes hardened.
“Let me see how far you run,” he muttered darkly, his eyes fixed on her with dangerous intensity. “And let’s see how long that lasts before I drag you right back to me.”
With aggressive strides, he turned around and walked straight toward his closet. He yanked open the doors harder than necessary before quickly changing into his office clothes. Every movement carried irritation as he buttoned his shirt and fixed his cuffs impatiently.
Just as he grabbed his watch from the dresser, his phone suddenly rang again.
Elias immediately turned around and headed back toward the bed in hurried strides. For a split second, he genuinely thought Amara was calling him back.
But the moment he looked at the screen, his expression shifted.
Bianca.
Without wasting another second, he slid his thumb across the screen and lifted the phone to his ear.
“Yes, Bianca?” he said immediately.
There was silence on the other end for a moment before Bianca finally spoke.
Her voice sounded weak and disoriented.
“Elias…” she whispered softly. “I feel really tired. I don’t know what’s wrong with me, but I’ve been feeling unwell ever since I came back from the hospital yesterday after donating blood to Zoe.”
Elias straightened instantly.
The irritation from moments ago disappeared as his entire body became tense.
“Are you sick?” he asked sharply, concern immediately filling his voice. “What happened? What’s wrong?”
“I don’t know…” Bianca murmured weakly. “I just feel awful.”
He could hear faint breathing from her side, and it only made the tension in his chest worsen.
“I’m at the Marriott Hotel. Room fifty-four,” she continued softly. “I already texted you the passcode to the room. I was supposed to attend a meeting today, but I feel too sick to even leave the room now.”
Her breathing sounded uneven for a second before she continued quietly.
“Can you come over and help me?”
Elias grabbed his watch tightly from the bed.
“I’m coming right now,” he said immediately.
But before he could say anything else, the call suddenly disconnected.
“Bianca?”
The line had already gone dead.
His expression darkened instantly.