his thumb sliding along my bottom lip, his eyes following the movement before they flick back up to meet my own.
Lifting my hips, I meet his thrusts, my body climbing higher and higher, so close to another orgasm. I’ve had so many in the last twenty-four hours I’m not sure my body can handle one more, but then my back arches, my eyes close and it takes over my entire being.
“Spectacular,” I hear Elias whisper above me.
He doesn’t allow me to bask in my release for long, his strokes become erratic, hard and fast as he takes his own pleasure, climbing and then stilling as his cock twitches inside of me. He lets out a roar with his climax, his body trembling.
Neither of us move, my eyes are just slightly open as I attempt to catch my breath. My hands are still gripping Elias’ ass, his are still gripping my waist and cupping my cheek as we both just stare at one another.
“I don’t believe in love, Sybilla. I never will and that is the downfall of this prophecy. You are supposed to be with your heart’s true love and he is supposed to love you. The witches meddle, but although you are mine, my body has claimed you, my heart perhaps has as well, but love is a choice and I will never love another.”
My heart cracks at his words. He’s still inside of me, his cock half-mast and he’s making damn sure I know that he will never feel love for me. Turning my head to the side, which he doesn’t allow, I try to hide from him. His hand on my cheek guides my face back so that I am forced to look up at all of his beauty as he stares down at me.
“That does not mean that I will treat you poorly. It does not mean that I do not hold affection for you. I do, sweeting. If I were to love, you would be a formidable match for me. You are strong, yet soft. You are sweet, yet high-spirited. You are everything that I’ve never experienced in a woman and didn’t realize that I needed.”
“But you’ll never love me? I’m your wife and you’ll never love me?” I ask, trying to keep the hurt from my voice, but judging by the wince on his face I fail miserably.
He lowers his face, his lips brushing mine. “I will never do wrong by you, My Queen. Trust me, believe me when I say that though there can be no love from me, there will always be respect where respect is earned. And you, Sybilla, demand respect, which you will always have from me.”
I hate his words. Hate them. No woman wants to hear about her husband never loving her, but in return respecting her while he’s buried inside of her, while she’s still wet from his cum. Fuck that.
Releasing my hold of his ass, I put my palms against his chest and attempt to push him off of me. He shakes his head once, shifting his hips forward, grinding his pelvis against my clit.
“You will not push me away for telling you my true feelings,” he grinds out.
Shaking my head, I try to keep the tears from falling down my cheeks. There is a crack of thunder outside and then I hear the rain begin to fall. I feel that crack in my heart, my mood as stormy and sad as the weather outside.
“You will not push me away,” he orders.
“How do I find my heart’s true love, Elias? There is no way that it can be someone who refuses to open himself to me. There is no way the prophecy would put me with a man who refuses to love me and call it magical and fated. I don’t believe that, not for a second. The witches got it wrong, you got it wrong.”
Elias’ eyes flash from black to steel blue and that is when I know that he’s retreated. He pulls out of me, rolling to the side of the bed before he throws his legs over the side.
“Don’t turn your back on me, Elias. Not now, not again,” I whisper.
He turns to look back at me from over his shoulder. His gaze is hard, his jaw like granite as he clenches it tightly, a muscle jumping. Then he shakes his head once.
“I do not turn my back on you, Sybilla. You have all but told me that you do not want me. That