DESIRED (BWWM)

I Love You More

Renée

"Get your hands off my fücking kid!" Rosalie shouts and everyone stills, Elijah stopping his argument with the man as Eva whimpers in my arms, burying her head in my neck.

Rosalie walks down the stairs, rubbing her read nose aggressively as she continues to glare at me.
"Did you not hear me!? I said let my kid go!" She shouts and Eva flinches.

"We're taking her," Elijah says simply, appearing at my side. "No you're not. I made a mistake she's not your kid," she starts, scratching at her arms so hard they bleed.

"That's not what the DNA test said," Elijah all but growls, his frustration showing true his calm exterior. "She's not your kid, that's her father over there," Rosalie insists, pointing to the skinny man Elijah was arguing with.

"I needed money so I reached out," Rosalie continues, reaching for Eva and meeting air as I back away.

"Give me my fücking kid!"

"Baby girl, I'll meet you in the car," Elijah says to me, keeping his livid blue eyes trained on Rosalie.

"She's not going anywhere with my kid!"
"Renée," Elijah mutters and something in his tone makes me obey him faster than I ever did before.

I walk through the open door, ignoring the skinny man staring at me with vacant eyes and tightening my hold on Eva.

"Are we going now?" Eva whispers when we're inside the car. "Yeah we are," I reply. Nervously biting on my thumb as I look through the open door, seeing nothing.

Elijah's scary when he's angry and a tiny part of me is terrified for Rosalie. Sometimes I really do forget that I'm in love with a psychopath.

After a few minutes my criminal lover walks through the door with a pissed off look painted on his face and both his hands in the pockets of his pants.

"She agreed that its more suitable if Eva stays with us," he lies, getting In the car and driving away from the horrid place.

                               ****

"What happens now?" Elijah asks as we're parked outside our house with Eva passed out in the back of the car.

"We need to get her a car seat," I state matter-of-factly and he rolls his eyes and pulls me into his arms so that my back is pressed against the steering wheel.

"That's not what I meant,"
"Can we order pizza?"
"Renée?"
"Hmm?"
"Stop trying to change the subject?" Elijah says firmly and I shrug my shoulders as an answer to his question.

"We love her," I say slowly, laying my forehead on his and breathing him in before a giggle leaves my mouth.

"Why are you laughing?"
"I can feel you on my thigh, do you not stop?" I ask between giggles but he shakes his head seriously.
"The day I stop being attracted to you is the day you should be worried," he says firmly, gripping my jaw and forcing me to look at him.

"Voglio passare il resto della mia vita con te. Ho un debole per te. Mi vuoi sposare?" He whispers, gripping my waist to the point of pain.

(Translation: I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I'm weak for you. Will you marry me?"

"What? I--,"
"Will you marry me Renée Rivera? I can't live without you, I'm addicted to you, you're like a fücking drug. I want you in every way possible Renée, in every way imaginable. You're mine. Everything about you is mine. Marry me,"

"Your crying," I whisper, watching as a single tear leaves his blue eyes and rolls down the path of his cheek.

"Yeah, I'm crying," he whispers huskily, making no move to wipe it away.

"You have my soul Baby girl, I worship you," he continues and my heart sours as the dam breaks in my eyes and heavy tears roll down my cheeks.

"O--okay. Yes, yes I'll marry you,"
"Oh thank fück," he growls, claiming my lips and forcing me against his erection.

"E-e-eva," I pant as he kisses down my neck.
"I want to fück you with my tongue,"
"Lijah! Eva's in the car," I whisper yell and he stops his actions to glare at me.

"Fine. Let's get her to bed and then am getting you to bed.
                                     ****

"Do you think she's comfortable?" I ask as Elijah kisses my throat.

"Yes,"
"Do you think she'll like the room?"
"Yes,"
"Do you think th-"
"Baby?" Elijah growls as he sucks on my colour bone.

"Yeah?"
"Shut up. Eva's fine." My pout turns into moan as he dips his hands into my pants. "Let me enjoy you, okay?"

I moan my response and he kisses me before removing my pants and panties both. Licking his lips with a smirk on his face as he stares at my sex.
"Should I make you beg?" He asks and my body shudders from having his undivided attention.

"Please," I beg shamelessly and his grin widens as he slips his fingers into me, moving them deeper and deeper until I could feel every individual nerve ending.
"Oh God, I love you," I moan and he grunts his approval.

"I love you more," he growls, bringing his hand to my neck and pulling me so close our foreheads touch. "You're mine Renée," he growls as the pace of his fingers increases.

"Fücking repeat it,"
"I'm y--yours,"
"Good girl," he praises, removing his fingers and replacing them with his mouth.

"Oh God," I moan, arching my back as he moves his hands to my breast, his thumb circles a sweet spot and my eyes roll to the back of my head.

"Please, please, please," I beg, moving my hips as he drives his tongue inside me, setting of another moan. Playing with me like an instrument.

"Do you want to come?" Elijah stops to ask, looking up at me with wet red lips.

"Yes!"
"Not so loud baby, Eva's sleeping," he chides with a mischievous look on his face, getting off the bed to remove his pants, his veiny cock standing at attention when released.

"You're going to come around me, okay?" He instructs, getting on the bed and spreading my legs wider.

"Mia Vita?"
"Hmm?"
"Its gonna be a wild fucking ride,"

A/N: Proof reading? I don't know her. Sooooooooo some much needed smut, although I think I'm a little rusty.

Happy Friday! And happy reading