Chapter 11
Elijah
The lights of the city cast a glow into the bedroom, glancing over a sleeping Bonnie who was golden in the pale sheets. My woman. My claim.
It was four a.m., and I’d slept a few hours but woken again, hard, and too aware that I wasn’t alone.
Always, I slept alone. That had changed.
In my meeting with the skeleton crew rep, I’d been told how the game would make me feel. The animalistic nature of it. How the need to fuck and bond would take over everything.
I peeled the sheets down to her waist.
Bonnie was all soft curves, her body mine to stare at in her sleep.
Actually, her body was mine entirely. Just as I was hers.
I brushed a lock of hair from her face then dropped a kiss to her forehead.
Her lips curved into a fleeting smile, but her eyes didn’t open.
My dick pulsed in response. This time, I’d take it slow.
Carefully, I lifted her hand from across her chest and raised it to beside her head, repeating the act with the other, and leaving me free rein over her tits.
They were incredible. More than a handful.
I lowered down to suck on her nipple, wetting my finger and thumb to toy with the other. They hardened under my touch.
Bonnie drove her shoulders into the bed, arching her chest out. Her eyes stayed closed, but her lips moved. “You’re playing with me in my sleep?”
“Yes, beauty.”
She grumbled. “Asshole. I’m too tired to join in.”
“I don’t want you to. I just want to use you. Go back to sleep.”
Her lips curved, the smile faded, and her head lolled back on the pillow. For a minute, I held back. I didn’t want to disturb my woman’s rest after exhausting her, but if I didn’t come in her again, I’d lose my mind.
When her breathing had evened out, I tested her with a kiss to her rib cage. Another on the soft, warm skin just above the line of the white sheet. She didn’t wake. I drew the sheet off her entirely so it pooled on the floor.
Her cunt gleamed in the faint light. I’d made her wet again. I bit my lip over a pleased smile then kissed the space just above her clit. Bonnie’s body loved what I did to it. She’d come just from me fucking her earlier. I wanted to taste the next orgasm.
Easing off the bed, I spread her legs then knelt in the space between.
With a light touch, I slid my tongue down between her legs, flattening it over her clit then into her centre. Her taste filled my mouth. I was so hard, I could barely see. I repeated the action until she was soaked and I’d lost the ability to be gentle.
My next tongue thrust into her summoned a moan from her lips, consciousness coming back to her.
“So you do know where the clit is located.”
I chuckled against her body but kept going, taking the opportunity to wind my arms under her thighs and fuse my mouth to her cunt. I licked and sucked until she shook under me, her fingers fisting in my hair. When she came, I almost did, too, but breathed through it, my head on her belly.
Bonnie slumped back into sleep. I waited until I had myself under control then rose over her.
I wanted to fuck her, but the poor woman had been disturbed twice by me.
So I worked my dick over her naked form.
In the month we had together, I’d fuck her every way there was.
I wanted her on her knees for me, cursing me for turning her on in public.
I wanted her begging for me to put her out of her misery.
I was a man obsessed, and she’d only just learned my name.
My balls tightened, and I angled then came all over her pussy, messing her up good.
She didn’t wake this time, and I slowly pushed my cum inside her with my forefinger, just enough to satisfy the beast inside me that wanted her knocked up as soon as possible.
Then I wiped her clean and covered her up again.
Bonnie mumbled something and turned onto her side. Damn, she was too pretty. An angel in my sheets.
I had to look away or I’d be on her again.
Water. I needed to cool off.
I left the bedroom for the kitchen, downing a glass of ice-cold water while staring out of the city lights. I’d come to Deadwater for business but stayed for pleasure. I liked this place.
On the table, left so it didn’t disturb us, my phone chimed with a message. I ignored the copious number of missed calls and messages from my staff and others and read the one from the hotel.
Reception: A bag has arrived for Miss Braveheart.
I pulled on jeans and a shirt, then travelled down in the lift. At the reception desk, I accepted the bag and tipped the staff member who didn’t bat an eye at the fact I was barefoot.
Back in the private stairwell for our apartment, at the entrance to the lift, I opened the bag.
I didn’t want to invade her privacy, so only sought her washbag, rifling through it until I discovered her contraceptive box.
My breathing came with a shudder. Bonnie was mine. I wanted everything with her.
With no hesitation, I took the packet to the trash, popping out each pill then tossing the rest.
I returned to bed and held on to her without a single concern for what I’d done.