DESIRED (BWWM)

Chapter Thirty Sex

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Renée

"Renée?" Elijah's husky voice calls, waking me up from my sleep.
"Hmm?" I answer sleepily, feeling the wet trail of his kisses on my neck.

"I'm going to fück you again," my eyes snap open as he moves his body lower, laying his head on my naked stomach and caressing my hips with his large hands.

"Tell me yes Mia Vita," he says, looking up at me and sucking his bottom lip into his mouth, awaiting my answer.

"You've had me eight times," I complain halfheartedly and he shrugs his shoulders, laying his head on my stomach again.

"Your point?" He asks and I roll my eyes tiredly.

How the hell is he not tired?

"My point, Mr Alejandro is that I'm tired and very, very, very sore," I explain and he kisses just below my navel as an apology, making me shiver in the process.

"I suppose you're right," he grumbles and I laugh at the obvious reluctance in his voice.
"I'll be right back," he announces suddenly, standing up and walking to the bathroom.

I snuggle into the sheets with a smile on my face, the oblivion of sleep threatening to take me over.

I've been doing that a lot.

Sleeping.

Ever since Elijah I've been happy.
Really, really happy.
No nightmares and no anxiety attacks kind of happy.
Real, head in the clouds kind of happy. My eyes flutter close but the sound of Elijah's voice forces them open again.

"Don't fall asleep, I made you a bath," he whispers, kneeling by the bed and moving my hair away from my face.
"Uh huh," I nod my head and close my eyes anyway.

"Stubborn," he mutters, shaking his head and taking me into his naked arms as he walks me to the bathroom and sits us in the bathtub filled with warm water.

I moan as the sweet smelling water caresses my skin and lay my head on Elijah's hard chest.
"I didn't use a condom," he says casually and my body stills. He ignores my reaction and runs his fingers through my hair, pulling me closer to his body.

I close my eyes and take a deep breath before answering.

"I know,"
"You're not angry?"
"No,"
"Really?" He asks, shock colouring his tone.

"I should be angry," I say honestly, turning around and straddling his lap, his already hard erection resting on my stomach.

"You did that on purpose Elijah. I know you did," I start and his eyes drop. A smile forms on my face as I watch the guilty expression on his.

"Look at me," I demand softly, tilting his head up with my thumb finger. "I love you. More than I should. I see a future with you Elijah and I want that, I want us,"

"And if you carry my child?" He asks.
Looking at me with love filled eyes.
My stomach clenches and I kiss his lips, picturing a life where a tanned skin boy with curly hair and blue eyes calls me mommy.

"That wouldn't be so bad would it?" I whisper and then I picture my mother, coming home drunk with the scent of sex and cheap liquor coated on her body.

"You'd help me wouldn't you?" I ask as panic rises.
"You'd make sure I'm a good mother?" I ask again, refusing to look at his face.

"Baby girl," he mutters, gripping my jaw and forcing my face to his. "You'd be an awesome mother. With and without my help," he states firmly and I let his words settle, I allow them to sink into my heart and stay there.

"Do you believe me?" He asks, leaning down and sucking on my nipple. I grip his hair and tug his face away, my body still overly sensitive and tender from previous activities.

He removes my hands from his hair and locks them behind my back, bringing his hot mouth once again to my nipples.

"Do you believe me Mia Vita?"
"Y-yes," I moan, grinding my hips on his lap.
"You're so responsive Renée, so goddamn responsive," he whispers, circling his tongue on my nipple while tugging on the other.

"Lijah, please," I beg, feeling my stomach tighten with need as I grind harder on his lap.
"What do you want Renée?" He asks, bringing his lips to my neck and biting hard enough to make me yell.

"You," I whimper and he shakes his head.
"But I'm already yours,"
"Elijah please!" I beg loudly, tugging on the hold he has on my hands.

"What do you want!?" He demands, making me jump at the authority in his voice.
"I want you to fück me. Please Elijah? Will you fück me?" I whisper softly, grinding my needy core on his hard thigh.

He releases my hands and I wrap them around his neck, moaning loudly as he directs his veiny tip to my center.
"Is this what you want baby?" He asks, slamming into me roughly.

I nod my head, burying my face in his neck as he moves within me.
"So fücking good," he mutters in my ear and I dig my nails into his neck, rocking my hips as I meet his thrusts.

"I love you Renée, only you," he grunts, slowing his pace to a more seductive rhythm. I look down at our connected bodies and the sight of his thick manhood thrusting into me pushes me over the edge.

I scream his name as I come, scratching at his back and ridding out my orgasm. Elijah keeps thrusting into my now sensitive core and I cry out in both pain and pleasure, yanking on his hair as he grips my waist and fücks me deeper, harder.

"I love the sounds you make when you come, I want to hear it again," he says, bringing his hands to my sex and playing with my clit as he continues his relentless movements.

"I can't," I cry, shaking my head back and forth.
"I can't come again Elijah, its not possible," he grunts his objection, lifting me out of the water and  slamming me on the wall, taking one of my legs and securing it around his waist.

The knew position allows him to go deeper and I moan at the feeling of his cock deep inside me, throwing my head back as he forces another orgasm from me.

He covers his mouth with mine, swallowing my screams and filling me with his warm come.

"You were saying?" He asks after his breath returns and I chuckle tiredly, feeling completely spent.
"Cocky little shit."

A/N: The support you guys give is amazing! Your comments and votes always raise my spirits after a particularly shitty day. I still can't stand the sight of food but I ate some grapes today, that's progress right?

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