Redesigning Fate (Revive #1) - A. M. Wilson Page 0,97
own accord as we begin to rock against each other, losing ourselves in the perfect rhythm. He rolls his hips, thrusting into me as my hips lift to meet his. Sooner than I would have thought possible, I feel my muscles begin to tighten once again. I whimper in anticipation.
Elias pounds into me relentlessly, dropping his mouth to my breasts, lavishing one nipple with his tongue and then the other. It’s enough to push me over once again, the second orgasm overcoming me without preamble, his name pouring from my lips. Above my own voice, I barely hear him shout my name as he follows me. My body is still shaking when he finally slows, and he drops his head against my chest.
Neither of us move as our breathing returns to normal, and I’m suddenly flooded with emotion. Sex has never held such a powerful emotional connection for me, but I’m finding it hard to keep the tears at bay. I never knew it could be like that, so powerful, so raw, so vulnerable. I don’t think I could ever entrust my body to anyone else ever again. Elias owns me in the most simple, clear definition of the word.
Silently, we scoot towards the headboard, and Elias pulls the comforter over our naked bodies. We curl into one another on our sides, chests flush, legs and arms intertwined until I can’t tell where I end and he begins.
His thumb tenderly caresses the skin of my temple, tracing my eyebrow, nose, cheek, ending at my jaw. Those gorgeous blue eyes of his graze my features with a look of love that sends my heart into a frenzy. My eyes close at his touch.
“I love you. God, I love you so damn much,” he whispers hoarsely.
The pure look of vulnerability on his features tugs at my heart, and I bury my face into the warm skin of his neck. His scent surrounds me with comfort. “I love you too,” I whisper there.
His arms crush me to him, and tangled up as one, we drift off to sleep.
CHAPTER TWENTY
There’s always the calm before the storm, and it’d do me good to remember that in the future. Because my morning started out rough, and it descended into utter chaos.
Following last night, we both seemed to wake up refreshed. Elias and I ate breakfast together, showered together where we made love again, and settled in to relax and watch television.
The two of us lie on the couch with each other as we watch some hilarious prank show. Just after eleven, the sound of Elias’s phone ringing causes us to break apart.
“I’ve been pretty unreachable since yesterday,” he says, reaching for his phone.
“It’s okay,” I reply. “I’ll start making us some lunch.” Walking into the kitchen with a bounce in my step, I pull out the ingredients for cold cuts when I hear him answer his phone. His voice is low and quiet, as if he doesn’t want to be overheard.
“Hey,” he says, pacing further into the other room. “What happened? She did what? Shit, I’m sorry. Calm down, asshole. I’ll be right over. Just keep the girls occupied until I get there.”
At the word girls, my back straightens and my head whips to stare into the other room. Girls? As in, plural. As in, what the hell. Logically, I should remain calm, but my gut sours without intending it to do so. I’m still staring into the other room as Elias walks around the corner with a guilty look on his face.
“Babe, I’m really sorry, but I have to go,” he says, coming over to kiss my cheek. I want to cry at the nonchalance in his voice, but I hold it in. Instead, I tilt my face towards him, allowing him to press his soft lips against my skin.
“Sure, your girls need you. I understand.”
Elias straightens as if he just got a hard whack in the ass. I’d laugh if my heart didn’t feel as if it’s being filleted. Trying to appear unaffected, I continue making sandwiches.
“Look at me,” he commands, but I ignore him. If I look at him, I’ll lose it. “Marlee, look at me.”
The knife hits the counter with a loud clatter. “What, Elias. What do you want?”
“Mind filling me in why you’re suddenly pissed?”
“Are you really that stupid? Maybe one of your ‘girls’ can fill you in on what goes on in a woman’s brain,” I hiss.
He hooks me behind the neck and pulls my face so it’s level with