You’ll Never Have Me (Never 3)

crumble away and this perfect moment will turn into a nightmare for us both.

He closes the door behind us before leading me to the chair in his room. But that isn’t what I want. Sitting will lead to talking and that will either lead to tears, fighting or my mind being changed. Hey knowing my luck all three of those will happen like a snowball effect until we’re more battered and bruised than we were before we set foot in this room.

“Elijah, make me yours,” it comes out soft, but all my love and desire is fuelling it and I know he can see it in my eyes and hear it in those four powerful words that I have no right to say to him.

He looks at me for a moment before leading me over to his bed, he sits me on the edge before moving away. There’s two feet of distance before us as his eyes lock onto mine, and they refuse to release me from their hold. He starts to remove his coat before tossing it onto the desk. Then he starts on his shirt, he’s taking his time, it’s agonisingly slow and the movements and the promise of what’s coming has me squirming.

He releases the last button before sliding it over his thick shoulders and I watch helplessly as it slips to the floor. The planes of his chest are as chiselled and muscular as I remember. I know it hasn’t been that long but to my heart, it has been several lifetimes. He slips his trainers off and his socks quickly follow, before he releases the button on his jeans and they slowly slide down his legs. Saliva is pooling in my mouth as I watch every second of this slow strip tease he is doing for me. The only thing he leaves in place are his boxers, showing that glorious v that is like my very own holy grail and his eyes are only growing darker with the lust coursing through him, but he doesn’t remove the distance he has placed before us. His boxers are tight against him, hugging him just right and there’s no denying his lust with the way they’re tenting. I just wish I could get a look at his arse in the best boxers ever invented.

Why won’t he move?

“Henleigh, if this is all I get, then I want to make it last. Are you happy with that?” his voice is thick with need and I can’t speak through the desire taking me over. So I simply nod instead.

“Strip for me baby.”

It’s an order, plain and simple and it has my blood moving up from a simmer to a boil. Dominant Elijah is mind blowing. I think I need this, because I cannot think straight with the way he is looking at me right now.

I’m rising up to my feet and lifting my jumper up over my head, “slowly,” he orders, I don’t think he can manage more than one word right now.

I lift it up slowly and drop it down onto the floor by my feet, before I do the same with my top and then pop the buttons on my jeans. I turn around and hear him growl as I slide my jeans over my arse and bend over to work them down the rest of the way. Maybe I’m doing it wrong, I have no idea but his hands comes over my shoulder before I’m pulled back up. His arm rests across the top of my chest and his hand is across my throat, holding my head against his neck. My heart is thumping so hard, I’m surprised I can’t see it through my skin. I wonder if he can hear it?

His free hand pushes inside the cup of my bra and draws my nipple in between his thumb and finger, he teases it painfully slow. Drawing gasps from me as he trails kisses down my neck and along my shoulder, before sinking his teeth into my tender flesh as he pinches my nipple harder.

I shout out from the pleasure pain he is causing in me as his hand slips free from my bra and travels down the front of my body. I feel his fingers brush across my ribs before gliding over my stomach. My head is still held back and I can’t keep my eyes open. It feels good, too good. His hand dips inside the lace of my French knickers and his finger glides through the wetness already coating me.

“Henleigh, baby, you feel so good,” he chokes out as he teases my nub with his thumb as he sinks a finger inside my already molten core.

He hisses through his teeth as the other hand leaves my neck and starts stroking my breast through my bra. He sighs in relief as I awkwardly remove it and I groan as his hand closes over my already sensitive nipples as he works me over. I do not know how much more I can take, but it’s almost more than I can bear as he pulls away and I can’t believe I’m growling at him.

He presses back up against my back and I’m trembling with need as his mouth brushes across my ear, “I told you I wanted this to last,” is all he says as he spins me around and picks me up by my waist.

He lies me down on the mattress before he disappears inside the mini fridge. Yeah, I’m confused now. Is he fucking hungry or something? Because this is taking the piss. I’m hot and bothered and feeling beyond frustrated right now.

He turns around and pins me once again with his look as he smiles his signature, mischievous grin. He isn’t saying anything as he strokes the tips of his fingers up my ankle and along the lines of my legs. Leaving nothing but tingles and goose bumps in his wake.

He’s still smiling as his body follows the direction of his hands and he doesn’t stop until I can feel his breath washing over my sensitive skin. I’m squirming again at the thought of feeling his mouth against my nub and his tongue between my lips. I just need him to do something!

He strokes his fingers through me again, making me arch off from the bed before his mouth descends on my clit and I buck up from my spot. His mouth is so cold, it’s such a contrast to the warmth of his lips. He pulls back for a moment and removes something from between his lips. He brandishes it with pride and it isn’t surprising me right now that its ice. Where did he get the idea for that?

Jealousy is rearing its ugly head, but it soon vanishes as he thrusts his tongue deep inside me, whilst running the cube of ice over my lips. I’m so close and my fingers are gripping his hair tight as my hips move up and down. Until colour bursts before my eyes and my body is as tight as a bow string, as the most intense orgasm of my life courses through me.

He stays there for a few more moments as he laps up every last drop I have to give before his eyes meet mine again and I see pure, unadulterated love shining through.

He climbs up my body, languidly. As though we have all the time in the world, but really, we only have tonight. I can feel my tears pricking at my eyes and his gaze tells me he knows why I’m on the verge of crying and I think he’s right there with me.

He goes to grab a condom but I stop him, I’m clean and well protected against pregnancy. I don’t want there to be anything between us. “I want to feel you Eli, no barriers. Please.”

“Are you sure?” he asks, hesitating but I have no hesitation within me not for this. I slide his boxers over his arse and thankfully he helps me to remove them completely.

I line him up with me and we moan in unison as he pushes his way inside and fills me up completely.

AS REUNIONS GO, I don’t think it can get any more explosive than the one we experience. It’s wrought with emotions and tensions and a bucket full of pain, but I’m glad I agreed to come and see him.

“Stay the night okay,” he says, as he pulls me into his arms and cocoons me thoroughly. I can hear the fear in his voice that I won’t be here when he awakens and I refuse to do that to him. Not now, I regret that I even tried to do that to Amias and I make it my mission in life to always learn from my mistakes and not repeat them.

“I’ll be here when you wake up, I promise,” I vow, and I know he hears the honesty in my voice because he falls asleep while I just lie here and think about how bleak the future is. At least I got to experience happiness one last time, right?

I do eventually drift off and waking up beside a smiling Elijah is the best start to the day I could ever ask for.