Thirty Nights Forgotten

Chapter 26: Watching You Watch Me

Addy’s POV

“I’m ready,” I say with resolve. “I want you to mark me.”

Elijah’s mischievous expression melts away, leaving nothing but wide-eyed shock on his face. I didn’t think I would ever see him at a loss for words like he is right now.

It takes a moment for him to recover, and when he does, he wordlessly gestures to invite me into his room.

Glancing around the grand bedchambers, it feels oddly familiar for a reason I can’t explain. I’ve never been in here before.

It’s much more impressive than my room, which makes sense – he’s the king, after all. The wood furniture is made from the darkest mahogany, and the bed is covered in navy silk sheets. A fire is roaring in a large fireplace opposite the bed, framed in black marble and gold. A Victorian-style seating area sits in front of the fire, with a bottle of whisky sitting atop a coffee table beside a half-empty glass.

“Would you like some?”

I turn around to find Elijah studying me closely, appraising me with a mixture of surprise and curiosity.

“Well, maybe just a little.”

Smiling gently, he crosses over to pour the golden liquid into the glass. I know we’ve been intimate before in my former life, but I don’t remember any of that.

For me, this is like my first time.

When he passes the glass to me, I down it in one gulp, which makes him chuckle.

“You don’t have to be nervous around me, Annabelle.”

“I know. This just feels like a really big moment for us.”

“I promised you I’d make it a pleasurable experience, didn’t I?”

“Yeah.”

“Then trust me,” he says, unable to suppress a grin. “Just relax.”

Setting the glass on the coffee table, I take a seat on the sofa as he sits beside me. Reaching for the bottle, he pours me another glass as I try to keep my body from shaking with nerves.

“You look lovely, tonight, by the way. That nightdress leaves little to the imagination…did you wear it just for me?”

Glancing down, I realize my robe is open, leaving the short, lacy nightdress on full display. It barely lays across my thighs, exposing my legs for him in the light of the crackling fire.

As if testing the waters, he places a single finger on my knee and runs it up my thigh. His glacial blue eyes watch me carefully for any sign of reaction as he grows closer and closer to the hem of my nightdress…where I’m not wearing any underwear.

Even though I try to keep a straight face, the shiver that runs up my body gives me away. I immediately press my thighs together as I inhale a sharp, shuddering breath, which makes Elijah break out into a wide grin.

“I can smell your arousal,” he whispers, leaning close to my ear. “You can’t hide it from me, Annabelle. I want you just as much as you want me.”

A soft, involuntary sigh escapes my lips at his words, and the next thing I know, I’m spreading my knees wide apart. He knows what I want without me having to say it aloud.

His finger begins to burrow beneath the hem of my dress, grazing my skin and leaving goosebumps in his wake. But his eyes don’t leave my face the entire time, taking all his pleasure in watching my reactions.

“I can’t touch you yet until I mark you. I don’t want to risk causing you pain again.”

I feel myself groan out loud as he withdraws his hand, leaving me feeling empty and frustrated.

“Touch yourself, Annabelle. I want to watch you come.”

“You…wait, what?”

Elijah grins mischievously at me as he settles back casually against the sofa, putting a little distance between us.

"You heard me," he says. "I want to watch you touch yourself."

Touch yourself.

An unfamiliar voice echoes Elijah in my mind, making me pause. Am I hearing things?

With a deep breath, I begin to lift the hem of my nightdress, revealing my womanhood to Elijah. His hooded gaze wanders downward as my shaking fingers brush teasingly against my wet barrier, and I can tell he’s becoming turned on.

Slowly, I begin rubbing in circles at my entrance with my three middle fingers, glancing down at the growing erection in Elijah’s pants. One of my hands holds the nightdress back as the other begins to work faster against myself.

My breaths are starting to become quicker and shallower as I feel my desire growing to unbearable heights. When my fingers brush my c******s, I can feel my hips bucking off the cushion and I suck in a sharp breath.

“How do you feel, Annabelle?”

“It’s so wet,” I gasp, trying to find my release under his intense gaze. “So warm and so wet…”

To my delight, he snakes his hand down into the waistband of his pants, and his hand begins to stroke the mounting erection beneath the loose, cotton fabric.

Watching each other pleasure ourselves is turning me on more than I thought it would. I like putting on this little show just for him, and I can feel my confidence rising as he approaches his quick release.

A loud groan erupts from deep within his chest as he closes his eyes, savoring his euphoria.

My own pleasure is mounting, but when I let out a soft moan, his eyes shoot open.

“Don’t come just yet, Annabelle.”

Don’t come just yet, Addy…

My hand falters for just a moment as I try to make sense of this strange, disembodied voice echoing inside my mind. Is it a memory? Or am I really losing it?

But my thoughts are interrupted by Elijah, who’s shifted on the sofa to hover over me. His hand grasps my wrist, encouraging me to continue my ministrations as he watches me.

“You are so beautiful…”

His nose is burrowed in my hair, whispering in my ear. When I begin touching myself once again, he descends to the junction of my neck and shoulder, grazing his lips along my skin.

“Elijah…”

His proximity helps me inch closer to my climax, so I increase the pace of my fingers against myself. When I feel his teeth elongating against my skin, I let out a sharp gasp as his fangs plunge into my skin.

However, the initial pain is instantly replaced with a euphoric rush as I orgasm hard beneath him. My moaning reaches a fever pitch as my body shudders uncontrollably, with wave after wave of pleasure washing over me from my fingers to my toes, rushing through every vein.

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Nick’s POV

The door to Tallulah’s room closes behind me when I feel myself fall to my knees. Pain erupts inside my chest as it feels like my heart is being violently ripped into two pieces. Hot tears are streaming down my face, and I’m not sure how much longer I can endure this.

I feel like I’m dying. Truth be told, right now, I’d welcome death over this torture.

Nicholas collapses beside me, clutching his chest as he cries out in agony.

“Our mate bond,” he chokes out between labored, anguished breaths. “Our mate bond…is broken.”