His Soft Side Slips Out
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Cami stood on the balcony long after Elias had carried her back inside.
The city lights blurred below like they were underwater. Her legs still felt weak from the way he’d taken her—hard, desperate, like the threat outside had lit something feral in him. His c*m was still warm between her thighs, a sticky reminder that he’d claimed her again, right there against the railing where anyone with a drone or a telescope could’ve seen.
But the photo on his phone kept replaying in her head.
Her signature.
Their copy.
The contract isn’t over when you say it is.
She hugged her arms around herself. Naked again. The hoodie and leggings lay discarded on the floor like they’d never mattered.
Elias came back from the hallway. Phone gone. Face calmer now, but the tension still sat in his shoulders.
He didn’t speak at first. Just walked straight to her. Pulled her into his arms. Held her tight against his chest. One hand cradling the back of her head. The other low on her back, fingers splayed wide like he was trying to cover as much of her as possible.
She melted into him. Let herself breathe against his shirt.
“You’re shaking,” he said quietly.
“I’m scared.”
“I know.”
He kissed the top of her head. Soft. Almost careful.
Then he guided her inside. Closed the sliding door. Locked it. Dimmed the lights with a flick of his wrist so the room felt smaller. Safer.
“Sit,” he said. Nodded toward the big sectional couch.
She did. Curled her legs under her.
He disappeared into the kitchen for a minute. Came back with two glasses of water and a soft gray blanket. Draped the blanket over her shoulders. Tucked it around her like she was something fragile.
Then he sat beside her. Close. Thigh pressed to hers.
He handed her the water. Watched while she drank.
When she finished, he took the glass. Set it aside.
Then he did something she didn’t expect.
He pulled her into his lap. Sideways. So her head rested on his shoulder. Blanket cocooning them both. His arms wrapped around her completely. One hand stroking her hair slow. The other resting on her bare thigh under the blanket. Not s****l this time. Just holding. Warm. Steady.
She let out a shaky breath.
“You don’t have to be strong right now,” he said. Voice low. Almost gentle. “Not with me.”
Tears pricked her eyes. She blinked them back.
“I thought… I thought this was just s*x. Just the contract. Just… me paying a debt with my body.”
He was quiet for a long second.
“It started that way,” he admitted. “For me too. I saw you. Wanted you. Knew I could have you if I cleared the debt. Simple transaction.”
He tilted her chin up so she had to look at him.
“But it stopped being simple the second you knelt in front of me that first night. The way you looked up at me. Scared. Turned on. Trusting. It changed everything.”
She swallowed.
“I don’t want to leave,” she whispered. “Even if they try to take me. Even if the contract gets twisted. I don’t want to go back to who I was before.”
His thumb brushed her cheek. Caught a tear she hadn’t realized had fallen.
“You won’t.”
He kissed her then. Slow. Deep. Not hungry like on the balcony. Tender. Like he was tasting something precious.
When he pulled back, his forehead rested against hers.
“I’ve got people looking into the message. Tracing the number. Digging into who leaked the contract. They won’t touch you. I promise.”
She nodded. Believed him.
“But tonight…” He kissed her again. Softer. “Tonight you’re not my property. You’re just Cami. And I’m just Elias. No Sir. No rules. Just us.”
Her heart squeezed.
He shifted her in his lap so she straddled him. Blanket still around her shoulders. His hands slid up her back. Warm palms on bare skin.
He kissed her neck. Slow open-mouthed kisses. Down her collarbone. To her breast. Tongue circling her n****e gentle. Sucking softly.
She sighed. Arched into him.
He moved to the other breast. Same slow attention. Hands roaming her sides. Her hips. Not demanding. Just exploring. Memorizing.
When he looked up at her again, his eyes were different. Softer. Vulnerable in a way she’d never seen.
“I don’t want to own you because of a signature,” he said. “I want you to choose me. Every day. Even after the ninety days.”
Tears spilled now. She didn’t stop them.
“I already do,” she whispered.
He groaned. Low. Like the words hit him hard.
Then he lifted her. Carried her to the bedroom. Laid her down on the sheets like she was made of glass.
He stripped slow. Let her watch. Shirt. Pants. Boxers. Until he was naked too.
Climbed over her. Settled between her thighs.
No rush.
He kissed her mouth. Her jaw. Her throat. Down her body. Lingering at her stomach. Her hips. The inside of her thighs.
When his mouth found her p***y, it wasn’t about making her come fast.
It was worship.
Slow licks. Gentle sucks. Tongue dipping inside her. Tasting the mix of them from earlier.
She moaned soft. Fingers in his hair. Not pulling. Just holding.
He brought her up slow. Let her float there. Close but not crashing.
When she started trembling, he crawled back up. Kissed her so she tasted them both.
Then he slid inside her.
Slow. Inch by inch. Eyes locked on hers.
No thrusting at first. Just buried deep. Filling her. Connected.
“I love this,” he murmured. “Being inside you. Feeling you around me. Knowing you’re mine because you want to be.”
She wrapped her legs around him. Arms around his neck.
“Move,” she whispered.
He did. Slow rolls of his hips. Deep. Gentle. Building her again.
They moved together. Perfect rhythm. Breathing the same air. Moans mixing.
When she came, it was quiet. Rolling waves. Eyes never leaving his.
He followed right after. Groaning her name. Pulsing inside her. Filling her again.
They stayed locked like that. Him on top. Her holding him close.
After a long minute, he rolled to his side. Pulled her against his chest.
Legs tangled. Hearts slowing together.
He kissed her temple.
“Sleep,” he said. “I’ve got you.”
She nuzzled into his neck.
“Elias?”
“Hmm?”
“What if… what if they can’t make the contract go away?”
He tightened his arms around her.
“Then we burn it. Together. And write a new one. Our rules. Our terms. Forever if you want it.”
She smiled against his skin. Small. Real.
“I want it.”
He kissed her again. Soft.
“Good.”
They drifted toward sleep.
But just as her eyes closed, his phone lit up on the nightstand again.
One new message.
Sender blocked.
Only three words on the screen:
She’s not safe.
Not even with you.
Elias stared at it.
Didn’t wake her.
Just pulled her closer.
Jaw tight.
Eighty-three days left.
And the shadows outside were getting longer.
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