Paloma Perez.
“Ah!”
The mattress shudders as Elijah thrusts into me again. And again. Each time like he’s anchoring me to him, like I’m something slipping out of his grasp and he’s doing everything not to let that happen. My nails dig into his skin as I gasp, feeling him fill me so completely that there’s no space left between us—just his battered, gritted grunts and the heat of his breath, making sure I know I belong here, right under him, right now.
A whimper escapes my lips and I bite down. My eyes sting, and suddenly I feel tears slipping down the sides of my cheeks.
I watch the way his neck tenses, the way his head tilts back as he loses himself in the feeling. His chest is saturated with muscles, stark with the brunt of his strength, flexing in hard cuts as he moves above me and
