Paloma Perez.
We end up in robes, curled up on my bed. It only takes ten seconds after my head hits the pillow before I’m out cold. I didn’t even hesitate when Elijah climbs into bed next to me—right side. Somehow, it just feels natural. I slept so soundly how could I not?
Elijah had me shaking. Burning. Trembling like a girl set completely on fire. I’ve never felt s*x like that before—never felt it in my every nerve, in every frantic heartbeat. He was perfect.
He held me like I was something precious. Like I weighed nothing at all. His arms wrapped around me until I melted right into him. And the way he looked...ugh, I saw Elijah’s face in pleasure. I saw the sweat bead on his skin, the way his muscles exerted to control himself. I felt his heartbeat pounding because he was inside me.
