Chapter 44
Elijah
“Do you have a thing for mirrors?” She asks, turning slowly as she takes in the room.
The way her eyes move over everything tells me she likes it before she even says a word.
From where I’m standing, the entire wall behind her is nothing but floor-to-ceiling windows.
The seat stretches out beyond the cliffs like someone spilt ink across the horizon, dark and endless.
Heavy chocolate-brown curtains, similar to the walls, frame the glass, pulled back just enough to let the moonlight flood the room.
To my right—exactly where she's looking—is the bed.
King-sized. Massive. The kind of bed that looks less like furniture and more like a dangerous invitation.
Thick white sheets spill over the sides, buried under an absurd number of pillows that nobody realistically needs but everyone secretly wants.
Four rustic wooden posts frame each corner, which I’m assuming are just there for decoration.
Should have brought some rope.
Next time.
Behind the bed are mirrors.
An entire wall of them, stretching from the headboard all the way up to the ceiling and over the bed.
That one was all I wanted. Plus, the jacuzzi at the back, which we can enjoy tomorrow for her birthday.
The rest of the room leans into the same warm, rustic feel.
Dark wood beams, soft amber lighting, and a small fire crackling directly across from the bed that throws slow, flickering shadows across the walls.
Above us, tiny lights are scattered across the ceiling like stars, glowing faintly in the dim room.
“I have a thing for you,” I tell her honestly.
She shifts her weight onto one hip, and I swear the room gets a little warmer.
The black jumper dress hugs her just enough, falling over dark tights and those knee-high boots that I wouldn't mind keeping on whilst I bend her over and do the dirtiest things to her. And my favourite, a little red bow tied at the back of her hair, pulling the top half away from her face.
I’m a massive fan of the bows.
“It's a lot of mirrors.” She ignores my comment as she points to the mirrors.
“Uh, huh.” I grin.
She folds her arms. “Why?”
I push off the wall and walk toward her, stopping when I’m close enough that I have to tilt my head down to meet her eyes.
“What can I say? I like a good view.”
She waits for me to continue, so I close the space between us, lips near her ear.
“I want to be able to see all of you when I fuck you, princess.”
Her pink bottom lip disappears between her teeth, and my gaze drops to it instantly.
I want to kiss her so bad it's almost distracting.
Honestly, I’m pretty sure there isn't a moment when I don't want to kiss her. I just don't want to stop at her lips right now. I ache to kiss every single inch of her body till I have mapped it out again.
A smirk appears on her face. “Are you going to fuck me, Elijah?”
God, I love when she's like this. Confident and bratty.
“All night,” I tell her easily, my voice dropping. “It's been way too long since my cock has been inside you.”
Her smirk only deepens.
I reach out, my hand sliding gently around her neck as I guide her backwards until the backs of her knees bump against the mattress. She drops down onto the bed with a whoosh, followed by a surprised giggle.
Such a sweet sound.
Probably my second favourite.
The first being the sound she makes when she's moaning my name when I’m buried inside her.
I step forward until I’m standing between her legs. The fire crackles behind me, warmth spreading across my back, but all my attention stays exactly where it should be—on her.
On the way, her pupils darken as she watches me.
On the faint flush warming her cheeks.
On the way, she's waiting, clearly trying to pretend she's patient when we both know she's not.
I drop down onto my knees in front of her.
The movement alone makes her fingers tighten around the bed sheets.
My hands land on her thighs, smoothing up to her hips and feeling her curves through the fabric of her dress. Her thighs tense beneath my touch.
A low sound leaves her throat, pleased and impatient all at once
“You really do look good on your knees,” she purrs.
I huff out a quiet laugh, glancing up at her through my lashes.
“Only for you, but only when I want to eat your pretty little pussy.”
“Which is all the time.”
She isn’t wrong.
I lean back and lift one of her legs, resting it against my thigh. I find the zipper of her boot. Pulling it down. My eyes never leave her face.
She's watching every movement.
I remain silent as I slide off the boot and set it aside, then take the other one and repeat the same slow process. The tension between us feels ready to snap.
Once both boots are gone, I take my jacket off and throw it next to me.
“Have you worn that but plug at all?” I ask casually.
She lifts her hips when I gesture, letting me hook my fingers into the waistband of her tights. I drag them down her legs, inch by inch, revealing pale, smooth skin that makes my mouth go dry.
When the tights finally slip free from her feet, I lean down and press a kiss to her ankle.
And then another.
I don't stop until my mouth reaches her knee, letting my lips trail upward while my hands steady her legs.
“I have a few times,” she says. “Why?”
Her voice still has that teasing edge to it, but there's curiosity there, too.
I move to her other leg, kissing the curve of her knee before dragging my mouth higher along her thigh until I reach the thin fabric of her soaked thong.
My hands squeeze her legs slightly. I can tell she's turned on by how wet she is, but the face gives it away, too.
Same baby.
“Because I’m going to take both of your holes tonight.”
Her eyes widened in surprise, and I loved it.
A few days ago, I bought a bright pink vibrating dildo, and I knew what I wanted to do with it the second I saw it in the shop.
Even if it was expensive, and she has others at the house.
Although there was no way I was using them on her when she had used them after being with others, because they couldn't satisfy her.
Idiots.
It's not like I need it. But I’m not the kind of man who thinks toys somehow threaten his ego. If anything, I think the opposite. If it means I get to watch her fall apart again and again, hear those soft moans she makes when she's overwhelmed with pleasure, then I’m all for it.
The idea of filling her up while the toy drives her crazy at the same time sounds like a pretty good night to me.
Beats sharing her with anyone else.
“Really?” she squeaks.
I’m moving as I hear her voice wobble.
I’m still on my knees in front of her, closing the small distance between us, my hands sliding back to her thighs.
“Don’t worry. I’ll make sure you're good and wet for me.”
My fingers pinch lightly over her pussy through the fabric of her thong.
She jerks in surprise, a sharp little whine leaving her that makes my stomach tighten with satisfaction.
“Just remember that I love you, and I won't ever do anything that you don't want to do.”
This is very important to me. No matter how much I desire her and what I want to do with her tonight, her feelings always come first.
She grows still, thinking it through, and I don’t interrupt.
Then I watch as her fingers curl into my t-shirt, tugging me closer, a small nod following, like she’s made up her mind.
“My body is yours.”
Thank fucking fuck.
I surge up and crash my lips into hers. She meets me instantly, kissing me back just as fiercely—teeth catching, lips pulling, tongues sliding together like neither of us has the patience for anything slow.
It's messy, hungry and completely us.
I move fast, dragging up her dress and pulling it off her head and then tossing it somewhere in the room without caring where it lands.
All I care about is her.
“You’re wearing too many clothes,” she groans, grabbing my t-shirt and pulling it upwards with zero patience.
I don't miss the way her palms slide over my stomach and chest as she does it either, feeling me up like she always does.
I laugh under my breath and lift my arms so she can pull it off.
The second it's gone, she's on me.
Her lips press to my neck first, warm and soft, then she moves lower—over my collarbone, down my chest, across the ink that spreads over my skin. Her mouth is dangerous, knowing exactly how to make me crumble.
Then she bites my nipple.
“Fuck—” the grunt tears out of me.
She pulls back just enough to look pleased with herself.
“Beautiful brat.”
I guide her back to me by taking her neck, but instead of kissing her, I lean down until my lips close over her nipple this time.
And I suck.
Hard.
She arches into me with a breathless sound, and I can feel the groan rumble through my chest.
She really does have the best tits.
My mouth keeps working on her while my hands roam over her body, feeling the way her skin prickles under my touch. Every reaction she gives me only makes me want more.
Meanwhile, her hands are busy too.
They reach toward my jeans, quickly popping the button open before dragging the zipper down and pulling them along with my boxers, yanking both down my hips as far as they will go.
Good thing I took my shoes off before coming up here.
Reluctantly, I pull away from her and get off the bed, sliding my jeans and boxers down until they fall to the floor. When I stand up straight again, I’m right in front of her, breathing heavily.
My muscles are tight, my hands flexing as I roll my knuckles.
And Willow is on the bed, on her knees. Her thighs are parted, her lips swollen from us kissing, and her nipples are flushed and pointed from where I was sucking on them moments ago.
She looks like a goddess I want to devour.
“You have no idea how beautiful you look right now,” I tell her.
Her eyes are bright like the morning sun.
“So do you.”
I grin at that.
“You think I’m beautiful, baby?”
She shrugs, but the little flutter of her lashes gives her away.
“Men can be beautiful. In a rugged way.”
My fingers drag over my stubbled jaw thoughtfully. “Be sure to tell that to Ez next time he tells me to shave.”