Inn Love

Having him inside me is like heaven. He fills me up inside, making me feel like I’ve just had a void inside me filled. I grip his shoulders as he begins to move in and out of me, making me gasp, making pleasure rush through me.

If I thought our fumble the other night was incredible, then this is something else entirely. Something out of this world, impossible to comprehend. I can barely believe it’s happening to me.

And yet it is. This strong, handsome hunk of a man is moving inside me, filling me up, giving me the satisfaction I’ve been waiting for my entire life. He growls as he enters me, over and over again, his hips thrusting hard into me. He looks down at me, his eyes ablaze, and I know that this is something he’s been waiting for just as long as I have. We’re a perfect match. We may have had to suffer alone for a long time, but now that we’re together, we’ll never be alone again.

And it was worth the wait for this feeling, this ecstasy that’s taking over my entire body. I close my eyes to enjoy it, even more, feeling him plunging deep into the depths of me. His body seems to fit perfectly with mine, despite how different we are.

It feels like this was always meant to happen like we were inevitable.

He’s so deep inside me now, and it feels so right. I don’t ever want it to end, but the intensity is almost too much to bear. I’m close already, his body grinding hard against mine and taking me closer and closer to the edge.

“Elijah,” I moan, gripping him hard against me. He growls deeply.

“Say my name again,” he grunts, thrusting hard into me. I cry out in pleasure, so close to my climax.

“Elijah…my Elijah….”

He thrusts deep inside me, and I feel the pleasure overtaking my body. Wave after wave of ecstasy washes over me. And then, I feel the moment he tips over the edge, comes deep inside me. I feel him grip me hard, breathing hard. Our bodies press into one another, and we hold each other tight, trying to figure out what we just experienced. Something close to heaven, for sure.

“You okay, baby?” he whispers in my ear, holding me tight to him. I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding.

“Better than okay.”

Elijah props himself up so that he can look me deep in the eyes. There’s something else there now, as well as the lust. Something deeper. Something better.

“I love you,” he says.

I feel my heart thumping hard against my chest. I wasn’t expecting him to say that. Not so soon. Not when we’re still learning one another. But it feels so right. When I look into his eyes, I know I feel it too. I know I’ve felt it since I laid eyes on him.

“I love you too. So much,” I breathe.

We kiss, and there’s magic all around us. I’ve never been this happy. It feels like it can’t possibly last, and yet it continues, swelling inside me like a flowering plant. This is love. This is everything I’ve ever wanted.

This is the life.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Elijah

It’s been a week of pure bliss. A week since Olivia walked into my life and turned it upside down. A week of waking up beside her and spending as many waking hours with her as humanly possible…

And I’ve never been happier. After such a miserable few years, I finally feel as though life is worth living again. Of course, the keen sting of my brother’s absence still hurts me, but with Olivia at my side, at least I have a reason to wake up every morning.

And things are already beginning to look better around the Inn. Mom seems impressed as everything comes together. She’s even starting to warm up to Olivia’s presence. Maybe now that she can see that we’re serious about being together, she’s actually gotten used to the idea.

I know she thinks that Olivia is too young for me and that I’m making a mistake by entertaining the idea of the pair of us…but that doesn’t matter to me. I’m happy now, and I’m not giving that up for anyone or anything.

I know that Olivia is still worried about what might happen. With her stalker still out there somewhere, I guess she feels like she can never truly relax. She hasn’t left the Inn much, now spending most of her time in my old bedroom that we’re sharing or in the kitchen, cooking up a storm. Mom has even talked about hiring her as a chef while she’s staying here.

But even though she’s worried, she’s settling here more and more every day. I can tell that she’s beginning to see this place as home. I can see the light returning to her eyes, her smile widening with each passing day. And it makes me happy, knowing that she’s happy.