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That’s all the encouragement I need. I grip her ass tightly and slam my cock inside her.

CHAPTER 61

ISA

I never imagined being impaled against a wall could be so glorious. Elio fucks me as though he’s trying to burrow his way inside me until we become one. It’s primal and raw—everything I never knew I needed.

My soul leaves my body.

A war could play out all around me, and I wouldn’t have a clue because all I know is pleasure. An ethereal bliss that only exists because I trust Elio implicitly.

With my body.

My heart.

He is the guardian of my soul, which allows me the freedom to absorb the pleasure he offers without any worries or cares. I cling to him to steady myself and to encourage him because I never want this to end.

Even after my body detonates into an alternate orgasmic dimension, and he bellows his release, I want to keep our bodies entwined like this forever.

It’s no wonder people always thought me strange for not dating. I would wonder about a person, too, if I knew they had forsaken this sort of intimate connection. But this wasn’t possible without Elio.

He alone makes my heart sing.

“Don’t ever leave me,” I whisper, my head resting against his while he holds us propped against the wall.

“Never,” he breathes. “So long as you’ll have me.”

I squeeze him tight. “Always.”

“Does it worry you that no one is at the helm?” I ask lazily after a sultry bout of morning sex. We were both exhausted last night, so after eating dinner, we called it an early night. Elio must have slept well because he woke with plenty of energy.

“The autopilot should keep us from drifting.”

“I suppose if we accidentally ended up in France, I wouldn’t be mad about it.”

Elio chuckles. “Unfortunately, the current doesn’t flow that direction. You’re more apt to wind up in the Caribbean.”

“Mmm … that sounds nice, too.”

His hand lazily trails up and down my arm as I lie half draped over him. “You say the word, and I’ll take you wherever you want to go.” His tender words fill my heart with warmth, though I can’t fight off a tiny sliver of uncertainty.

“El? What happens now?”

His broad chest expands on an extra-large breath. “I’m not exactly sure, but I’m trying to figure it out. Simeon was with Ruban yesterday. After talking it over with Kai, we decided to let him go. He’s not strong enough to lead on his own.”

“Wait, was Kairos there?” I’m a little confused about the order of events, so Elio explains how tracking down Ruban led to Stavros.

“You think it’ll be safe now that the worst of them are dead?” I ask, cautiously optimistic.

“As safe as this life can be.”

I’m quiet for long seconds before deciding to delve into another sensitive subject. “How are things with DiAngelo?” I’m curious how much headway their cooperation made yesterday. I strongly believe both brothers would benefit from reconnecting, and it’s also the best way to keep Elio in New York. I really, really want him to want to stay.

“It’s funny. We never could stay mad at one another growing up. While I was away, it was easier to hold a grudge or tell myself the distance was for the best, but even the smallest interactions with him flip a switch inside me that demands I find a way to fix things. I think he may feel the same.”

I press a kiss to his chest. “That’s understandable. You two are one and the same. You’re bound to feel like something’s missing when you’re apart.”

“Yeah.” The pensive word is spoken on a long exhale.