ReSumption✔️ (Book Three of ReIncarnated)

Chapter XXV: Good Girl

I stepped into Elijah's room as he closed the door. I stood still, glancing back at him for a second as he turned back to me, my head snapped forward. Elijah walked around me, his hand reaching out to lift my chin.

"Is that what you are sleeping in?" He asked. I shook my head at him which caused him to let out a soft growl. "With me- tonight- you will use your words. No nodding or shaking your head." He told me firmly. I swallowed hard. "Understood?"

"Yes, sir." I spoke clearly. I watched as Elijah's eyes turned to near black. The black of his eye though wasn't like the empty pits that I fell through at night. The desire floating around them was the light that lit his eyes up. Like the flame that was fluttering inside of me. Flickering in a dance in the deepest pits of my stomach. Waiting. Waiting for him to use me. Something I never thought I would want. To be used by one of the men I love. Sounds ridiculous.

"Good. So I will ask again." He said, leaning towards me, his face lowering somewhat to hover over mine. His black blown pupils staring down at me. The flame growing brighter inside of me. Sparking some heat through my body."Is that what you are sleeping in?"

"No, sir." I spoke. My breath shaky as the words spilled from my lips. Elijah smiled slightly, leaning closer as his lips brushed mine. My stomach felt tight as it constricted at the tease of his lips. His eyes hooded as he stared at my lips. His hands lifting up and grazing against my sides so lightly that I shivered. My shirt moving up with his fingers as he moved it over my head, slowly... I'm positive that my heart would be pounding out of my chest if it still beat. His hands lightly trailed to my hips, slipping into the waistband of my skirt before letting it fall down in a heap on the floor.

"What do you want from me tonight?" He questioned as his hands trailed back down my sides that were now bare. My chest heaving with the need for him. The burning of my body was so strong, it felt like I was going to burst. His lips brushed along my bottom lip, his tongue sliding along it softly. "Answer me, Frankie."

"I want you to take control." I breathed out. "All of it." Elijah let out a growl of approval, excitement running through me as the flame grew larger.

"Alright." He went silent for a moment, his face pulling away from mine as his hands left me completely. "Get on the bed." He told me. I jolted forward doing as I was told quickly. Climbing onto his bed before turning around and sitting. "Lay back." He said as he moved the floor length mirror from his closet, moving it to in front of the bed and then moving a chair to next to it, sitting down. His sweatpants still in place. I laid back as I stared at him, confused on what was happening. The excitement and thrill of the unknown hovering over me like a heavy shadow of desire. He stared back at me, "I want you to touch yourself. Like how you want me to." He said in a relaxed tone.

My hands moved on their own, starting on my torso, wrapping around my breast and squeezing them. Kneading them. Elijah's eyes were glued to me, watching every movement. His eyes lingering over my nipples as I pinched them. Causing them to stand erect at the pleasure. My eyes moved to try and see his bulge in his sweatpants, but he moved his leg to cross over his other. My eyes moving to his.

"Eyes on the mirror. Watch yourself. See what I see. What the others see." His words made my stomach flutter, moving one of my hands downwards as my eyes snapped to the mirror. Strangely enough, seeing what my mates saw was harder than I thought it would be. When I looked into the mirror all I saw was what I always saw. A sigh came from my lips as Elijah stood up. "What is it?" He questioned as he came over to me.

"I can't. I don't see what you all see. This is just- it's not working." I told him. Elijah shook his head.

"Sit up." I did so while looking at him. He didn't say anything as he got behind me, his legs on either side of me as he grabbed me and pulled me to his chest. "Eyes on the mirror." I looked at the mirror, my eyes looking at him in particular. "Not on me, Frankie." He ordered, my eyes looking to myself. Elijah took my hand gently, moving it to right above my chest. "Light touches." He told me. Lacing our fingers, he brought my hand over my chest. Leaving slight chills in its place as he moved between my breasts.