I was wrecked already. My body trembled against the sheets, sweat slick on my skin, my wrists aching from pulling at the belt. The blindfold turned everything into fire and guesswork, and Elijah… he was merciless.
“Elijah—” I broke on his name, voice raw.
“You’re holding together,” he said, almost proud. “But I want to see you shatter.”
His mouth left me. For a second I thought he was stopping, and panic clawed up my throat. Then I felt the heat of him, heavy, pressing against me.
“Are you ready?” he asked, a voice rougher than I’d ever heard.
“Yes. Please. God, yes.”
The thrust was brutal, nothing gentle about it, and I screamed. He filled me completely, dragging me open, my body clenching around him like it had been waiting for this exact moment.
“F*ck,” he groaned, forehead press
