26. Elijah
My muscles tense as she moves her hand down my chest to my belt buckle. The metallic sound of it coming loose is exhilarating. She flicks open the button of my slacks and drags the zipper down.
I shift on the bed, lifting my hips so she can tug my pants and boxers off. My cock springs free, swollen and aching, pre-cum glistening at the tip. She wraps her soft hands around me, stroking me slowly.
Her tongue darts out, licking up the pre-cum, while peering up at me through lowered lashes. I meet her eyes, seeing the hunger burning in her gaze.
I catch my breath as she explores every part of me with her tongue, tracing each vein before she gently kisses the tip and envelops me with her lips.
“Fuck…”
I’ve thought about her lips around me for so long. It feels even better than I imagined. The way she sucks and licks me, alternating the rhythm, is maddening.
She hollows her cheeks, taking me deeper into the heat of her mouth until I hit the back of her throat, making me groan.
I grip her hair, guiding her movements. “Take every single inch of me like the good girl you are.”
Her mouth bobbles up and down my shaft, pumping what she can’t fit with her hand. The sight of her pink lips stretched wide around my cock is driving me crazy. I’m close, so fucking close.
My fingers tighten in her hair, and I rock my hips up, fucking her sweet mouth. The sound of her moaning resonates within me, driving me to the edge until I surrender, spilling into her mouth.
She swallows every last drop, her eyes shining as she licks her lips clean.
My heart clenches at the sight, and I run my fingers through her hair.
Everything. I will do everything for you.
Chest heaving, I haul her up and kiss her hard. I glide my fingers between her legs. She’s dripping.
“Did sucking me off turn you on, my little gem?”
“Shut up and take me.”
I groan at her words, my spent cock already stirring back to life. I capture her lips again, kissing her deeply as she straddles me.
“If you need me so much, ride me.”
She pushes me back onto the bed and positions my cock at her entrance. With a slow, deliberate motion, she sinks down, taking me all the way inside her, and then she begins to ride me, her hips grinding against mine.
The sight of her above me, taking her pleasure, drives me wild. I run my hands along her smooth thighs, completely lost in the feeling of her.
“That’s it. Don’t hold back.”
She throws her head back, increasing her pace. Her nails dig into my chest, and soft moans escape her parted lips. Fuck, I love that view.
Reaching between us, I find her clit and start rubbing tight circles. Her inner walls clench around me. She’s close.
I can feel the tension building in my body, too, the pressure growing with each stroke. I’m not going to last much longer.
But I don’t want this to end. I want to stay inside her forever, feeling her warmth and tightness around me. So, I grab her hips.
In one smooth motion, I flip us, pinning her smaller frame beneath me.
“Elijah…” She locks her legs around my waist, urging me to go deeper.
“I love hearing you moan my name.” I kiss her lips, her neck, her breasts, unable to get enough of her.
Gemma cries out, clutching my back. I growl, gripping her hips roughly as I pound deep into her.
“You’re mine, little gem. No one else’s.”
She nods, consumed by pleasure, as I drive her close to ecstasy again.
My own breaths come ragged and fast as she meets me thrust for thrust, her body moving in perfect sync with mine. Her whimpers and moans urge me on, and I can feel her inner walls starting to clamp down.
“Don’t stop. Please.”
Her begging is all it takes.
I lose control, my cock pulsing inside her as I cum with a roar of pleasure. She shudders and cries out in ecstasy, too. Her pussy milking my hard length, and her body trembling as I fuck her through our joined climax.
After our breathing calms, I pull out of her, and my cum drips onto the sheets from her swollen pussy. I will never get enough of this view. Gathering it with my cock, I push it back inside her.
I want to possess every inch of Gemma’s body and soul. Make her crave my touch the way I ache for hers. Brand her as mine, so no other man would dare try to take her from me.
I thrust into her a few more times before pulling out at last. My eyes rake over her thoroughly debauched form.
Fucking beautiful.
I press a tender kiss to her collarbone before shifting to the side and wrapping her in my arms under the sheets, with her leg draped over mine. She nestles her head into the crook of my neck as I scratch her scalp.
Neither of us speaks, but no words are needed.
“Can I ask you something else?”
I cup her cheek. “Stop asking if you can ask me something. Just ask.”
I wait until she nods and let her go, resuming to scratch her scalp with my fingers.
She traces circles on my chest. “What happened back when your sister got… kidnapped?”
I take a deep breath, letting it out slowly. This isn’t a topic I relish discussing. But for her, I’ll try.
“It was about eight years back. I was engaged. We were together for five years, and I trusted her fully.” I stare up at the ceiling. “Long story short, she betrayed that trust in the worst possible way. Sold information about my family to some dangerous people.” Looking back at Gemma, I meet her eyes. “They used it to take my sister, and I handed her over.”
Her fingers halt. My little gem is shocked. By me. I don’t blame her. It’s the ugliest part of me.
“I don’t believe that. You would never hurt your sister.”
I search Gemma’s face, half expecting judgment or disgust. But her eyes hold only kindness.
“She offered to take Novalie out to dinner while I was working late. I didn’t think twice.”
Gemma shifts closer, her hand coming up to rest on my chest. “You can’t blame yourself for trusting someone you loved.”
“Can’t I?” I give a humorless laugh. “I handed my sister over to monsters. She went through hell because of my mistake.”
“But she doesn’t blame you.”
“Doesn’t change the facts. I’m her big brother. I’m supposed to protect her.”
Closing my eyes, it all comes back again. The image of Novalie in that hospital bed. Bruised, broken, betrayed.
Talking about my failure makes bile rise in my throat. I want to shut down.
Gemma’s voice pulls me back. “What happened after?”
When I open my eyes, I find her observing me. “They kept asking for money, and I gave it to them, but it didn’t help. It took three days to track Novalie down and get her back. Even though I set the best men to it.” I swallow hard. “By then, the damage was done.”
We’re both quiet for a minute. I fucking hate feeling weak, but Gemma’s touch is soothing, grounding me.
“Hey,” she says gently. “What happened wasn’t your fault. You thought you could trust someone, and they betrayed you. That’s on them, not you.”
I pull her closer, needing to feel her against me. She makes me believe I’m not as damned as I think I am.
“After that, I put new security measures in place for my family. Made Connor and Brandon move into the building as well. Hired only people I’d known for years and put them through every background check imaginable. Novalie was and is terrified to leave the house, so I made the penthouse a fortress.”
“It sounds like you’ve done everything possible to keep her safe.”
“I hope so. She’s never been the same since… Until I saw her with you the other day. Even my father failed after creating the fashion department for her to get distracted. It was his attempt at helping her heal. It meant so much that you came to see Novalie.”
“Thanks for trusting me. It must be hard for you.”
“With you, it’s not. You have the same effect on me as you have on my sister.”
She lowers my defenses in a way no other woman ever has.
I pull her close, kissing her forehead. “You’re the first person I fully trust since then.”
She edges closer for a kiss. When we separate, she rests her head on my chest and exhales in contentment. I wrap my arms around her, feeling the tension ease from my body.
This powerful, beautiful woman is mine, and I won’t let anyone hurt or take her from me.