Chapter 19

Elijah was waiting for me when I entered the bedroom. The pain in my belly turned from dull throbs to butterflies.

He looked so different to me for some reason.

The way he was propped up against the headboard, the way he watched me as I walked toward the bed, the smile on his lips that started so gently, had slipped into something else entirely.

I hesitated for just a moment before I complied with his request to get on the bed with him.

Laying against him, I wrapped an arm around his waist and rested my head against his shoulder.

Elijah’s body felt warm to the touch, his breathing was steady, and the closer he held me, the more needed he made me feel.

“Um, so I guess I should probably tell you now, I’ve never done this before,” he began nervously as he started to tap his fingers against his leg.

“Done what?” I asked, glancing up at him.

His face burned crimson and he looked away in shame. My little jest had the desired effect on him and now it was time to make him feel better.

“Sorry, I thought—”

“Even though I’m your aunt?” I asked, cutting him off.

Elijah shrugged, his eyes still on the window. “Makes the connection deeper.”

Tell him, Maisie.

But I couldn’t.

Not when he was already feeling so goddamn vulnerable.

I nodded as I pulled away from Elijah, and sat up next to him.

My eyes grazed over his body, taking in every beautiful and malign thing about him.

From the eyes that held me so constantly in their grip, down to the piece of him that he had so freely cut from himself because of its betrayal.

I leaned down and kissed the end of his leg. Where it should have been and nothing stood, I wanted him to know that I loved him as if he were whole and nothing less.

I felt his hand tremble as he laid it against my back. I kissed his limb again, eliciting a shuddering sigh from him.

“Maisie, we don’t have to do this if you don’t want to,” he said, his voice hitched with the same desire that I once heard from Papa.

It was hard not to think of that bastard now, because if it wasn’t for his misplaced, drunken desire, Elijah wouldn’t be here.

I ran a hand up his leg, letting it settle on his thigh, and took a deep breath.

“I have to tell you something, Elijah.”

“Kiss me, Maisie,” he whispered as he leaned forward and pulled me against him.

I didn’t at first, because I needed him to understand just how deep our bond really was.

But I saw the tears begin to sting his eyes, the glimmer of hope slowly dying, and I knew that it would have to wait.

With a nod, I moved onto his lap, resting a knee on either side of him and brushed away the lone tear that had spilled over.

As I tried to get comfortable, I could feel his desire already rising as he turned his lips against my hand, then inhaled deeply before glancing at me.

“Please?”

“Hm.”

I would be lying if I didn’t say that I enjoyed the fact that he was becoming hungrier for me as the days passed.

“Go slow,” I said as I reached down to pull my shirt over my head. “I’m still sore and have some cuts.”

Elijah nodded as he watched, transfixed when I reached back to unfasten my bra. When my small tits sprang free, he wrapped his hands around them as gently as he could and looked up into my eyes again.

It made me think of when I first nursed him, because Papa insisted that he grow up strong, and the only way it would happen would be if he suckled from me.

I grabbed one of his hands and pulled it away, kissing the top gently before resting it on my hip.

“Follow my lead, okay? I’ve done this once or twice.”

His mouth became a tight line, his next nod was curt. Elijah was jealous and if he only knew who he was envious of, I think he would have finally given me the damn hug I had been begging for.

Leaning forward again, I pressed my lips against his. He pulled me closer against him, his hands caressing my back as I parted his lips with my tongue.

I gently flicked mine against his until he gave in and opened his mouth a little wider, allowing me to slip my tongue in and kiss him the way I’ve always wanted to.

Not just a peck here and there; not just the one time we honest to God kissed each other. No matter how long they may have lingered for, no matter how short the time was that elapsed between them, this was different.

A soft moan escaped him as I slipped my hands under his shirt and touched his toned stomach. I couldn’t help but think that if it was enough to get a reaction out of him, then maybe the small mercy would be this being over faster than it started.

I would need days, if not weeks to heal, but this was what he wanted, and I needed to give it to him.

Pulling away from Elijah, I slid off his lap and began to tug at his shorts. He lifted his body off the mattress to allow me to slide them off, then I watched as he immediately removed his boxers.

And there it was.

The most beautiful thing I had ever seen in my life.

Long, thick, and hard.

It was perfect and he was freely offering it to me.

This was going to hurt, but I would indulge in the pain for as long as I could stand it.