Steamy session on bathroom!

EMMA

“Shut the fuck up, Violet. I don’t want to hear any nonsense while we’re eating. Don’t ask questions that have no relevance,” Elijah’s deadly voice cut through the tension, and Violet immediately fell silent. I felt a sense of relief. Her presence had been stirring up all the horrible memories of what I had been through.

I glanced at Elijah’s hand, noticing the bruise was slowly fading, thanks to his wolf powers. I really needed to learn how to do that. The rest of the breakfast was consumed in silence, but I couldn’t shake the feeling of Mason’s eyes on me. He was watching my every move.

I was afraid of him, but I knew he wouldn’t dare do anything to me, not with Elijah here. He’d be chopped to pieces if he even thought about it.

“I need you in my office, Violet,” Elijah said as he stood from the table. Violet and Mason left, and I headed to my room. My stomach was full, and I needed to rest. I wanted to heal properly so that I could be with Elijah soon.

Just as I was about to close my door, Mason barged into my room without knocking.

“Don’t panic. I mean you no harm,” he said, his tone calmer than I expected.

“What are you doing here?” I asked, standing my ground, trying to sound confident.

“I want to apologize for what I tried to do,” he admitted, guilt clear in his eyes. “I know you sacrificed yourself, and I’m thankful to you. I got lost in lust, but now I realize I was wrong.”

“It’s okay, Mason,” I said, my face emotionless. “A lot of things have happened to me. I don’t hold a grudge against you anymore. You can go now.”

He hesitated, then extended his hand. “Let’s start fresh. Be friends?”

I thought about it for a moment. He seemed sincere, and maybe this was his way of trying to make things right. I took his hand, feeling a sense of finality in the gesture.

“Okay, let’s be friends. But I’m trusting you one last time, so don’t break that trust,” I said, looking him in the eye.

He smiled, his teeth showing in a genuine grin. “That means a lot to me,” he said before leaving my room.

I smiled too, feeling a small weight lift off my shoulders. Despite everything that had happened, I had made a friend here—after all the chaos.

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It’s been four months since I returned from that dreadful place, and ever since then, Elijah has been taking care of me. He had  shown me love and care that feels like it’s just for me, and me alone. But there’s one thing that’s been eating me up inside. Every time I see Violet with her swollen belly, I feel a sharp pain in my heart.

It breaks me to know that she’s carrying Elijah’s child. The thought sends a jolt through every nerve in my body. I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn’t even realize someone had entered the bathroom.

"Where are you lost, sweetheart?" Elijah’s voice broke through my reverie. But I didn’t respond. I heard the sound of clothes shuffling, and then he stepped into the bathtub, naked, covering himself with bubbles.

"Princess, where’s your mind?" he asked, his voice low, and I knew exactly where this was heading. He always entered through the secret passage in my room.

"You should be with your wife, the one carrying your child," I said, my voice tinged with bitterness.

He chuckled softly, the sound sending a shiver down my spine. "You look cute when you’re jealous. But what's the point of your insecurity? Don’t you know that I love only you? I killed my father for you, and I’d kill anyone for you."

I could feel his legs shifting, and before I knew it, his toe was teasing my sensitive core. My body tensed, and I pulled away quickly.

"Elijah, stop," I said, standing up from the bathtub. I knew exactly where this was going, and I wasn’t ready. I wrapped the bathrobe around my body and left the bathroom, trying to escape the turmoil building inside me. Elijah followed, now dressed in his own bathrobe, his clothes scattered around the room. We lived together like a married couple, but there was one painful truth I could never ignore: I wasn’t his wife, and that fact was slowly killing me.

"What’s wrong, babe?" Elijah asked, pulling me toward him. My back collided with his chest as he pressed soft kisses along my neck.

"Violet is carrying your child, and you’re ignoring her. That’s my problem. When the child grows up and sees that you have no affection for him, what will happen then?" I turned to face him, and the softness I had hoped to see in his eyes was gone. His gaze had turned cold, almost blank.

"What do you want me to do, then?" he asked, his tone hardening. "I don’t love that child because you suffered because of him. I’ll hate him with every part of me. I nearly lost you because of him. I can’t pretend to be a normal father. I’m not one," he said, his hands gripping my shoulders tightly.

"This is what I’m trying to do. That child is a result of my sacrifice, and I want you to love him because I suffered to bring him into your life," I said to him, but he shook his head as though I was losing my mind.

"Show Violet some love. She needs it. You haven’t seen the sadness in her face, but I have. So please, Elijah, for me, give her some of your time," I said, looking directly into his eyes. He closed his eyes in response.

"Just one question," he asked softly.

"Will you be able to see me with Violet and our future child? Doesn’t it break you to know that the man you love is with another woman?" he asked. I tried to hide my tears from him, but without warning, they spilled from my eyes.

"This is what I thought. You’d be dying inside every day seeing me with Violet. I can’t bear to see you in pain," he said, and every time I thought I couldn’t fall deeper for him, he proved me wrong.

"It breaks every part of me to see you with her, but this is what’s right. I’m not asking you to forget me, but I want you to spend the whole day with her, like a loving husband. Then, when she falls asleep, you can come to me. That way, everyone will be happy," I said, trying to reason with him.

"If that’s what you want, then I’ll do whatever you ask, but I don’t ever want to see tears in your eyes again," he said, wiping away my tears before pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead.He opened my bathrobe and admire my naked body.

“why every time I see you, you look more beautiful” he said to me and trace his finger to my nipple, I shuddered when his fingers make contact with my bare, wet nipples

“it's your eyes that make it more beautiful” I said to him, and he bend a little to take my nipple in his hot mouth and his arms are secured around my waist.

“Elijah” I moaned when he bit on my nipples

“yes baby. Moan my name,” he said and pick me in his arms, its feels so good the way he worshiped my body. He laid me on the bed and shed his bathrobe on the floor. I look at his saluting dick, which is ready to be pounded in my pussy, he goes down on me and licks my pussy with his tongue while his fingers are toying with my nipples.

His tongues go deeper and deeper inside me and I'm holding the bedsheet tightly, and he makes me cum with his tongue, I take a deep breath to control my raging heart but soon his dick replaced by his dick and I arched my back in sensation and hugged him and paint his back with my nail, I scratch his back whereas he pounded deep inside me, but it is not brutal but just the way we both like.

We cum with the scream, and I am glad that my room is soundproof otherwise everyone will witness the passionate night between Elijah and me.