After her father’s passing, Freya feels alone, so when she turns eighteen she leaves everything behind. But she’ll miss Elijah, a man she shouldn’t want because of who he is. Elijah lived under the same roof as Freya for three years. He was married to Meghan, a woman who, at one time, was in a relationship with Freya’s father, and it made things hard and tense. But now four years have passed, and Elijah’s no longer married. He’s successful and far wealthier than he ever imagined. When Freya comes back to town after graduating college Elijah instantly feels an attraction for her. He wants Freya with an intensity he can’t explain. She’s beautiful, smart, and the level of arousal he has makes him feel as if he’s crossing a line. But Elijah’s determined to have Freya, and he’ll show her that being together doesn’t have to be wrong. Elijah will show Freya she belongs with him.
Be Warned: anal sex, spanking, rimming
He pressed his mouth to hers, and for a second they stayed like that, neither moving, neither seeming to breathe. His pectoral muscles were so hard beneath her palms, so powerful. She curled her nails into his shirt, heard him hiss, but when she was about to pull her hands away he groaned against her mouth.
“No, Freya. I like it, like your hands on me,” he said against her mouth. And then he was kissing her harder, more thoroughly, like he couldn’t get enough. He swept his tongue out, licked at her bottom lip before doing the same to her top. Over and over he did this, just licking her sensually, slowly. She was wet, so damn wet between her thighs that shifting to try to relieve the arousal rooted there only made it worse.
“Elijah,” she breathed out his name, not knowing exactly why she’d done it, but loving that because she had, he pulled her tighter to him. Their chests now touched, her breasts molded to his hardness. She opened her mouth for him, touched her tongue with his, and it was like fireworks exploded inside of her, rendering her motionless.
She held onto his shirt, pulled him as close as she could, which was almost impossible seeing as their bodies already touched. Freya took one of her hands and lifted it to the nape of his neck, ran her fingers up the back of his hair, and tightened her hold on the short strands. Elijah moved his hand that held her hair down her back, gripped her ass, and did the same with his other hand.
Fireworks continued to explode inside of her, lighting her up, making her wet, heated, losing her mind.
He held the sounds in his hand, and with a strength she sensed in him from the very beginning he hauled her off the cushion and onto his lap. She straddled him, one leg bent and pressed against the back of the couch, the other hanging off of it. He leaned back, clenched and unclenched his hands on her ass, and moaned.
“You’re so damn hot, so fucking sweet on my lips.” He seemed to moan the words out. “Touch me, Freya. Fucking hell, I need you to touch me.”
Every part of her body tingled after he said those words. Her pussy clenched, became wetter, and her nipples hardened. She pulled back, breaking their kiss, and looked up into his face. He looked so fierce right now, his dark hair brushing the top of his forehead, slightly disheveled from when she ran her hand through it and tugged on the strands.