Epilogue
| ONE MONTH LATER |
"Baby," a soft voice wakes me up, a hand gliding up my arm and back down again, past my hip and across my thigh. I hum softly, unable to open my eyes yet as I remain lying down, just enjoying the warmth of the sheets.
"Sierra," he says, pecking my cheek, and leaving a few more kisses on my skin. It makes me look up then, and I turn to my back, giving him access to pull me into his arms and bury his face into my neck.
"Good morning."
"Morning...mmh," I stretch my arms a little, sighing softly before I embrace him back.
"You feeling better?" I ask quietly and kiss the side of his head. Elias only hums and I massage his scalp, cuddling him as he nuzzles closer. It's like a stone has rolled off my heart. He's here, in my arms, and we can finally be together without restraint.
After that night with Ruby, and her failed plan that was all along to enter Elias's life to feign interest and target Kyle's circle, we've gotten even closer. He quit smoking and our connection grew deeper with the things we had to go through, and I valued every moment with him by my side.
And with the rest, we all made up. Our group isn't the same yet, but there's a fragile thread of trust slowly weaving itself back together. Mia talks to Jenny again. Sebastian checks in sometimes, and I'm glad that he solved the arguments with Mia again, getting them back together.
Despite her slowly trying to get my best friend within reach, Ruby cracked our foundation, and for a while, I didn't know if we'd ever get it back. But we did in the end. We all reach out when we can.
Elias gets to play football again, along with Sebastian. They're chasing their dreams now, playing on the same team. And since he's always at my place now, he's practically moved in at this point. He fully moved out of the house he had with Ruby, and left the company after finalizing the divorce.
And as for me, I'm doing great at work with new projects. I've slowly developed a rhythm, and our work dynamic is going great.
"I made breakfast," Elias murmurs, eyes closed as he rests his head on my chest. His knuckles caress my cheek, brushing away a strand of hair once he looks up.
The morning is slow and easy, just the way we like it. Once we get up, we saunter our way to the kitchen. Elias makes coffee, and I lean against the counter in just his shirt. He starts on breakfast, but then interrupts it by bending me over the counter.
"A question keeps repeating itself in my head," he says as he slides his hands under the hem of the shirt.
"Oh yeah? What's that?" I ask, smirking.
"If I can have dessert early," he smirks.
"Do you think you earned it?"
"Of course I did." He grinds against my ass, making me feel how needy he's getting.
Fucker.
He hums against my ear, and turns me around. We dry hump on the counter, slow and teasing, and I moan into his mouth when he lifts me effortlessly and carries me back to the bedroom.
My ass hits the mattress once he places me down. "Remember what you said you wanted to be done to you?" he asks, reaching into the drawer. He brings out a blindfold, and some cuffs. My breath hitches, excitement flaring instantly, and I bite my lip with anticipation.
"You remember that?"
Elias chuckled darkly. "If I remember?" His gaze is anything but playful, and it sends a delicious thrill up my spine. "I haven't stopped thinking about it."
His footsteps are slow and deliberate, and my head tilts back just a bit when he gets to the foot of the bed where I'm sitting. Once he stops in front of me, his hand cradles my cheek, then trails down to my neck.
"Lay back for me," he says lowly.
My body moves on it's own and obeys before I can think. Arms above my head, I stare up at him, fully under his control. Elias smirks with approval, eating me up with his eyes only before geting on top of me.
"I want you to be at my mercy," he kisses my collarbone, then my jaw. "Will you let me?"
"Yes." I breathe out without an ounce of hesitation. This is something I've been wanting to try badly, and the fact that he's willing to give me this experience has my mind reeling and my panties growing damp.
"Such a good girl for me," he murmurs against my lips, but refuses to deepen the kiss and make it last. His hands glide up my bare arms and he cuffs my wrists to the headboard. "This okay?"
"Mhm," I nod eagerly, already aching.
"Mm," he grabs the blindfold next. "Can I put this on you too?"
"Yes," I smile faintly, heart thudding against my ribcage. Elias wraps the soft material around my head, plunging me into darkness.
His kisses trail lower, down my chest and stomach.
I sigh softly, the anticipation dizzying.
I like the anticipation of not knowing what's coming next.
His hands glide down my body, touching every inch and caressing it.
He gently bites at my hip bones and slides my panties off, and a groan rumbles from his chest when he sees me wet and ready for him. "You have such a pretty pussy."
Elias lowers down and delves in, and from the first taste, his tongue becomes relentless. He brings me to the edge, again and again, never letting me finish completely. The feeling is even more intense because of my lack of vision.
"Please." I beg for it shamelessly.
"Not yet," he murmurs, diving in again. My body arches off the mattress and my whines become louder. I pull on the cuffs, unable to move my hands to grip on his hair like I want to do so badly.
His teasing movements unlock my desire even further. I'm aching for him, and he knows it. His hands push my legs apart, and he rubs himself against my clit, making me squirm.
"Elias," I moan, needing him. I feel his body move over mine, and he places a kiss on my neck.
"You're mine," he whispers in my ear, voice molten. It makes me feel like I'm intoxicated. With his hands, he tilts my hips slightly upward, angling me perfectly, then pushes in.
I moan and he muffles it with a deep kiss that I've been craving since earlier. It's possessive and heated, and his thrusts drag against every sensitive spot, getting the most reactions from me.
His fingers rub small, steady, and consistent circles that have me shaking, and with the inability to see or move my arms, it's even more thrilling.
Elias pauses mid-thrust, just holding inside me and teasing me in the best way. I whine, getting a mental whiplash as he switches from slow to fast without warning.
His control is maddening.
"I love fucking you like this," he whispers, breath hot on my neck.
"Please, Eli," I moan, but he refuses to give in yet. He edges me until I'm soaked, breathless, and desperate. Until I'm pleading like I'll break without him. And right now it feels like I just might.
He thrusts faster and harder, and I know that my pleading is turning him on. Every stroke remains a tease, and every pause makes me whimper. It continues until my orgasm crashes through me, hard and long and devastating.
He follows, hips stuttering, and with his mouth on my neck as he bites down. My head is spinning, and Elias watches me unravel with the patience of a man who wants to memorize every second of it.
A few seconds pass before he pulls off the blindfold, and my eyes flutter open. We're both panting, our bodies tangled in my bed. His skin is hot against me, and we come down from the high together.
"Fuck, I love you," he breathes out, his forehead pressed to mine as we both breathe heavily.
"I love you too," I say back, a small grin spreading across my face. He kisses me again, and this time it lingers.