The little shaky moans she makes as I thrust into her burst straight to my heart. She’s biting her lower lip like she doesn’t want to let any sound escape.
“Let go,” I grunt near her ear. “You never have to hold back with me.”
“This is so fucked up. This is so wrong.” She grips me tighter with every word.
Even if it’s fucked up and wrong, she still wants me with every fibre in her.
My pace picks up and I hit her sweet spot over and over again.
She cries out, holding on to me for dear life. “Oh, my God, Aiden!”
Her God.
I always loved the sound of that. Being her God is the best gift I could ever receive.
I keep pounding into her until she can no longer breathe, let alone protest. She unravels all around me and I follow soon after.
She falls limp around me, her head hiding in my neck, breathing heavy. I like how she trusts me enough to fall asleep like this all around me.
She doesn’t see me as a threat anymore.
Just like I don’t.
With her still wrapped all around me, I carry her to the bedroom and lay her on the bed. When I straighten up to remove my jacket, she clutches me by the hem of my shirt.
I’m gutted.
I’m fucking gutted by the pleading in her eyes.
I throw the jacket away and slide beside her. She lays her head on my shoulder and wraps both her legs and arms around me.
My Elsa.
She’s mine.
Fucking mine.
And no one will change that.
Not even her.
Her breaths even out, and I think she fell asleep, but then she murmurs, “I love you, Aiden. I think I always have.”
39
Elsa
“D-addy?”
My little feet skid to a halt.
Blood.
A pool of blood and Daddy lies in it.
My ears ring as I approach him. “D-Daddy! You p-promised you won’t leave me like Eli.”
“I need you to do something for me, princess.”