Page 59 of Tears of Glass

“So don’t be.”

I coax him closer, sliding my arms around his waist, dropping my head onto his chest, his heart pounding beneath my ear.

My chest squeezes, my stomach lurches with the flight of a hundred glass butterflies. They tinkle and chime as they take to flight, ringing in my ears with the sound of hope.

“Love me.”

He pulls me into his arms. My legs wrap tight around his waist as he walks us for the leather sofa, sliding me onto the cool material. I shiver and squirm as it hits my skin. Scorching hot on the inside and chilled on the out, it’s electric. He pulls at my dress, hands urgent, fingers quick and nimble. His eyes fall back to the ink, but then with steely determination his lips find mine, catching them with his own and pressing hard, his tongue insistent.

I need him inside now. I grab at his clothes, ripping them, uncaring when I hear the ping of a button against the floor. He unhooks my bra, his eyes dropping to the pebbled pucker of my nipples as they free before him. His lips dip to catch one, sucking it between his lips, rolling it with his tongue until it’s a firm bud standing to attention. I buck my hips and reach my hand between us, pushing at my knickers and then freeing him so I can guide him where I need him the most. He helps, pushing down his boxers until he springs free. He’s hard, my hand grips around him, easing gently up and down and he groans into my ear. “That feels so good.”

I can’t even give a shit we are on the sofa, that our reunion is desperate and intense. I just want him. I want to feel the way I do when he fills me up and consumes all of me.

My hips writhe up, trying to push him in as I spread my legs.

“Faith.” His eyes hold mine and I can’t refuse the frank appraisal in his gaze. “I need to go and get a condom.”

I’m going to die if I don’t have him inside me right now. I push him in, teasing his head into the tight space between my legs. It’s a little sensitive where I’m not quite ready but the pain is nice. I want more, so I push on his hips, guiding him in deeper.

“Faith,” he groans my name, rumbling it in my ear as his breath flicks over my skin. Unable to stop himself, he pushes deep inside, his gaze never breaking as he pushes in to the hilt. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever known. I’m hot, cold, desperate. I claw at his back and push my hips to his, grinding against him.

“Please.”

His lips are on my neck, kissing, sucking, pulling my skin between his teeth until it hurts. One hand cups a breast, rubbing my nipple with his thumb. Darts of heat shoot straight between my legs as I whimper.

When he moves his hips, he slides himself almost out of me, before then filling me up again. I cling my hands to his shoulders.

“I’ve missed you.” His words flood my mouth with a kiss. “Every fucking moment.”

“I missed you.”

And I have. Elijah has changed me, made me need things I never thought I wanted. Made me love and crave and desire every single touch, every kiss and every fleeting moment that we share.

I need them all.

And right now, I need him to make me come the way only he knows how.

I push him away and then lead him down onto the sofa, so I can wiggle my way on top. Skimming my lips down his chest and the tight abs of his stomach, I kiss around the tip of his cock and then slip my lips around it as I pull him deep within my mouth. He groans, one hand splaying against the sofa, the other in my hair, pressing firmly against my head. Letting him go, I peck kisses all the way back up to his mouth as I move over him, settling him deep inside me, pushing so hard it hurts. Sitting up, I rotate my hips slow and steady. Fuck, that’s so good. Tingles start to build, and I’m going to come any minute. I try to hold it back, but I can’t. An overpowering need to give in shudders through me. As my orgasm tingles and fires, making me shudder and gasp, Elijah flips us over and ploughs back into me, pounding his hips fast and furious. The rumbling tremors shuddering through me don’t stop as he thrusts repeatedly, his dick hitting every sensitive spot I own. I cry and my arms fling above my head as I curve my back, stretching as the endless peak rides to the very limit of the pleasure I can handle. It’s so good it hurts, and I have to hold in a sob of tears.

I curve a hand around his warm neck, pulling his mouth down to mine as he frantically buries himself deep inside me. “Scream my name, Elijah.” I hold him, watching as his orgasm flings us over the edge of oblivion.

“Faith!”

He collapses on top of me. Panting, kissing, his hands smoothing every inch of my skin. When his breathing calms, he leans up onto his elbows. “And you thought that was a thing of the past?”

A tear slips down my cheek and then another and then another.

He shakes his head and then catches my lips in a slow, sweet kiss, his tongue just gently teasing mine. “Never.” He brushes my hair from my face, tucking it behind my ear. “Not ever.”

“Take me to bed, Elijah.”

Chapter Sixteen

The room is cloaked in a dim light when I wake. Elijah’s breath fans across my shoulders and I turn to look at him as he sleeps.

He looks tired; dark circles shadow under his eyes, and a creeping web of fine lines I don’t remember being there before stretch from the corners of his eyes.

In the three weeks I lived without him, I was so angry that I never thought for one minute what he might have been going through.