Touch Me - A Forbidden Romance

He heard the change in her breathing and knew she could get off from this alone. God, that made him so fucking hard, harder than he was to begin with, and that was saying something. Her mouth opened, a gasp left her, and he swallowed the sound, wanting her to come undone for him alone.

Her movements slowed, and he wanted to growl in disapproval. Elijah wanted her to come on him. He slid one of his hands to the nape of her neck.

“Look at me, Freya.” He gentled his voice but made sure it still held a commanding tone. He wanted her to have no doubts about what he wanted … her in all ways. “I want you to just let go and get off, baby. Let me make you feel good.” He leaned in and resumed kissing her, showing her with the sweep of his tongue and the nip of his teeth that he wanted that from her desperately.

The feel of her breasts pressed against his chest was a temptation. Elijah moved his other hand to the side of her gown, pulled the zipper down, and slipped his palm between the material and her flesh. He moved it forward until he cupped one of her breasts.

Her skin was warm and smooth, and the fact she wore no bra was almost his undoing. Cupping the heavy mound, he swept his thumb over her puckered nipple, loving that she gasped in pleasure. The tips were hard, and he gave a groan of pleasure at the feel.

She started rocking against him once again, a little faster this time and a little harder. And just like that, she exploded on him. A cry of pleasure left her, and he swallowed the sound.

After several seconds, and when he was sure she’d gotten off fully, he broke away from her mouth. He lowered his head, leaned down, and started sucking at the dip in her throat, that small little hollow that drove him fucking mad with lust.

He moved his hand back to her ass, curled his fingers into the flesh barely covered by her gown, and helped her with the rocking motion once more. He was a greedy bastard for her pleasure and wanted her to come for him again.

The fact he was acting so possessive of her this quickly should have made him feel uneasy or even a little worried, but all he felt was a deep-rooted need to protect her and keep her close. To make her realize he could give her everything she needed.

She moaned again and continued to grind her pussy on him. Shit, he felt her heat right through his pants.

She started to slow her grinding, then finally collapsed against his chest, breathing heavily. Freya had her hands on his chest and her face in the crook of his neck as she panted. He held her close and didn’t care that he was so hard his dick could rip right through his pants. Elijah just wanted to hold her.

Freya was his. He knew that the moment he saw her standing there and looking nervous, shy, and vulnerable. Right now, he just wanted to make her feel good in every way possible because she was it for him.

She was the one.14They’d arrived at the business event, and God, did Freya feel out of place. She stared at the incredible house she was in—or more accurately, the mansion. The colossal three-story house was as wide as she could see.

The event, from what Elijah had told her briefly, was about fundraising for a cervical cancer center. The wealthiest of people were at the event, and they hoped to raise enough to break ground by next year.

The decorations were extravagant and lavish with crystal chandeliers, butlers in livery, soft classical music being played, and people dressed in gowns and tuxedos. It was like money dripped from the ceiling, and for that reason, Freya felt like she didn’t belong.

Her father may have had money, but he’d never gone to functions like this. He was modest in most ways, and she’d liked that kind of lifestyle.

She’d been here for the past half hour with Elijah by her side the whole time. They were currently moving up the sweeping staircase, Elijah holding one hand and a champagne glass in her other.

A strikingly handsome young man with a thick European accent dressed just as impressive as everyone else here walked up to them and started speaking with Elijah. Freya stared at Elijah as he spoke with the man, and she couldn’t help but feel her body heat at the remembrance of what they’d shared in the limo. She thought about how he’d touched her, then whispered filthy words to her with the promise of what he could give her between the sheets. She wanted to leave the event now, go to his cabin, and just let him claim every part of her.