Night of passion !

Emma

I jolted awake when I felt unfamiliar hands on my waist. Frantically, I reached for the table lamp, and the soft glow revealed Elijah lying next to me in bed. I quickly sprang out of bed, panic rising in my chest. "What are you doing here? I'm not going anywhere, so leave," I snapped, my anger flaring.

Elijah got up too, his expression unreadable. "Will you listen to me?" he asked, stepping closer. I took a step back, not wanting him anywhere near me.

"I get it. You want me to sleep with five men for five nights, fine, I'm ready. But I don’t want to see you near me," I spat, frustration burning through my words. He reached out and pulled me towards him, pressing a finger to my lips.

"Shut up and listen to me," he said in a low voice. I pushed against him with all my strength, but it was as if I were pushing against a wall. His gaze softened slightly.

"You pushed me and hurt me. What else do you want me to hear? I’m nothing but your whore, and you’ve proved that today," I said, tears streaming down my face. I couldn’t control them, the pain unbearable.

"I’m sorry for hurting you, but it was necessary. You were provoking Dad," he said, gently wiping the tears away. "You’re not my whore. You’re precious to me," he added, his eyes intense as he looked at me. His gaze then fell on my bruised elbow, and he tenderly touched it. "It wasn’t my intention to hurt you, but if I hadn’t done it, Dad could have hurt you in worse ways."

His words softened, and for the first time in hours, his eyes showed something different—remorse.

"Do I really have to sleep with all those men? I’ll die if that happens," I said, my voice shaking with fear.

"Over my dead body," he growled, his anger rising again. He kissed my eyelids softly. "I’ll never let anyone touch you but me," he whispered, kissing my ear gently.

"What are we, Elijah?" I asked, my voice full of uncertainty. He exhaled deeply and looked at me with a mixture of pain and determination.

"I don’t know, but I do know one thing—you’re mine, and I’ll never let any man touch you. I’d burn this whole world down if anyone dared," he said, his eyes blazing with conviction. His words soothed a part of me I didn’t even realize was aching.

He sat me back on the bed and opened the drawer to apply ointment to my bruise. I winced with each touch.

"What are we doing, Elijah? You’re my sister’s mate, and I still crave you after everything you’ve said and done to me," I said, frustration building inside me.

"Emma, can we stop talking about this? We both know there are no easy answers. But there’s one thing I want you to know," he said, his voice soft but firm. "Since the moment I touched you, I haven’t been with any other woman—not even Violet. And if that’s not enough for you…" He trailed off, but I could see the sincerity in his eyes.

"Do you love me?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper. He met my gaze, his expression unreadable.

In that moment, I realized the truth—I was in love with him. I had spent two months denying it, wanting to hate him, but I couldn’t. I didn’t have the strength to keep denying what I felt.

And now, I was too weak to think about anything else.

“I don’t fully understand what love is, but I do know one thing,” he said, his voice steady yet filled with raw emotion. “I can’t stand the thought of you with anyone else. You’re such an important part of my life. Violet has everything, but she doesn’t make my heart race the way you do. If I ever see someone with you, I swear, I’d tear them apart. And that’s never happened to me before.”

A smile tugged at my lips as I looked into his eyes. “I want you to take my virginity tonight. I want you to make me yours, completely.” My words hung in the air between us, and I saw the shock flicker in his eyes.

“You’re vulnerable right now, and I will make you mine when there are no restrictions,” he murmured, his voice low and intense. Before I could respond, he pulled me towards him, and we both tumbled onto the bed, him on top of me.

“Make me yours,” I whispered against his lips, urging him on. His restraint broke, and he kissed me hungrily. Our lips collided in a passionate, desperate kiss, like we were starving for each other. Our breaths mingled, and the bed creaked beneath us as our bodies pressed together, the heat between us building.

I slowly unbuttoned his shirt, my hands grazing his toned chest as I pulled it off. He shifted, and suddenly, I was on top of him. I tucked my hair behind my ear, taking in the hunger in his eyes—a hunger to consume me, to make me his. Everything about this felt wrong, but at the same time, it felt so right.

He slid my top off, tracing the edge of my red, sheer lingerie. “Do you wear this to excite me?” he asked, his fingers pinching my nipple gently, teasingly.

“Isn’t it working?” I asked, a teasing smile curling my lips. He smirked, a fire burning in his gaze. His hand moved to my back, expertly unclasping my bra

 My boobs hang low, and he takes them in his hands and starts to play with them one by one. I arched my back and moaned like a woman in heat.

It felt so amazing, and my whole body was on fire. He sucked on my nipple like a child asking his mother to milk it. He tore my pajama in half and put his hand under my panty and I am soaking wet right now. He started to finger fuck me and I am a moaning mess now. “Yes baby moan my name,” he said to me, panting hard

“Faster Elijah,” he said, and fastened his speed and suddenly threw me onto the bed and got on top of me. He stripped off his trousers and put my hand on his dick covered by underwear. “This is what you did to me. Every time I am near you, I get a boner. If this is what you call love, then yes baby, i am in love with you and I don’t know how to stop it,” he said and freed his dick from his underwear and inserted it inside me. I screamed louder and scratched his back.

“The pain is only for a while, baby, but after that, you will feel heaven,” he said and started to move his dick inside my vagina. I arched my back and took all the pleasure at once he was giving me and, finally, we both, cum at the same time.

He collapsed on top of me and kissed all over my neck. “Elijah, I love me, please don’t leave me ever,” I said to him, and I was high on my emotions.

"I will never leave you, baby. Not after I've taken your innocence. You're mine now, and I’ll protect you from my father, even if I have to fight him," he said, kissing my forehead. After that, everything went blurry, and I fell into a deep slumber.

The next morning, I woke up after a beautiful night, only to find Elijah wasn't in bed with me. It was disheartening, and I felt abandoned, as if I were nothing more than a means to an end for him. I had told him I loved him yesterday, but it seemed to mean nothing to him. Tears filled my eyes as I thought about how my fate had turned out. The man I loved had left me alone after using my body.

"Why the waterfall in the morning?" I heard Elijah's voice. I looked up to see him standing in the doorway, wrapped in a towel. I quickly got out of bed and rushed toward him, like my life depended on it. "I thought you left me," I muttered under my breath. His hand touched my bare back, and then it hit me—I wasn’t wearing anything. Embarrassed, I turned and ran to grab the bedsheets to cover myself.

"It’s no secret, princess. I’ve seen every inch of your body, so there’s nothing to hide," he said, stepping closer. He looked so tempting, the towel barely hanging onto his body, his six-pack abs almost like candy to my eyes. "Last night was the best night of my life," he said, brushing my hair behind my ear.

"Aren’t you worried Violet will ask questions? You weren’t with her last night," I asked, but he just punched his nose playfully.

"Violet knows about my lifestyle. Are you regretting sleeping with me?" he asked, lifting my chin to meet his gaze.

"I should feel ashamed for sleeping with my sister's mate, but strangely, I don’t. I know it’s wrong, but when I’m with you, I don’t care. I know we have no future, but I just want to enjoy every moment with you," I confessed, and he kissed my cheek.

"I don’t regret a single moment with you," he whispered. "I’ve desired you since the first time I saw you, and that desire only grows stronger. I never thought I could be so obsessed with a woman, but I can’t get enough of you."

I hesitated for a moment before speaking again. "My father is planning to send some strange men into my room tonight to take my virtue. I’m worried."

He smirked at my concern. "Baby, when it comes to you, I’m the devil. Trust me," he replied, pressing a soft kiss to my lips.

"Elijah, have you found anything out about my mom?" I asked, and his expression shifted from warmth to something darker, almost sour.

"Trust me, you don’t want to know. Some things are better left hidden," he said, gently touching my cheek.

Why is he keeping secrets about my mother? What is everyone hiding from me?