Chapter 6

Harper

I don't know why but it's like my body has come to life every time that I am around Elarix, and it is driving me crazy. I don't know if he just knows what he is doing or if he knows how he is making me feel but I'm not going to stand for it for much longer. I might want him, and I might end up admitting this, but I don't know what his problem is. He keeps getting really close to me, making me feel like my entire body is going completely haywire and like nothing is going my way. I know it might sound pretty selfish and redundant to just talk to him the way that I have but there's no way I'm going to be able to just let him do whatever he wants and go with it.

I keep trying to tell myself that either way, I think it's going to be alright, and what's honestly the worst thing that can happen? No one has made too much of a serious comment about him and I think the good thing is that they are going to probably never say anything because they know what kind of woman I am, and they know that I'm not going to put up with it. I hate the fact that they keep talking to me but eyeballing him, noticing his muscles and shit.

I know he is very handsome but that doesn't mean I need people gawking over him like I'm not standing here. I honestly shouldn't feel so possessive of him, but I do. I want more from him, more than I have ever wanted from someone in my entire life and it's driving me crazy. I keep thinking that maybe I'm doing this the wrong way, and I should just make him mine but how would that go? Would it honestly be something that I want to do? Would he even want me? There's no reason for him to want me like that and I honestly wouldn't be able to blame him either.

After everything that I have done to him, it's becoming more and more clear with every passing day that I'm not a hundred percent sure where this relationship is leading. I could be completely wrong, and I could allow all of this to just get thrown in my face, but I don't believe that Elarix is that kind of person. If he actually is, I'm going to be really surprised because he doesn't make me think that he is that kind of person.

I know the best fit for me in this moment is to take a chance and allow my heart to take me wherever it wants to go. I can't be completely certain of where it is going to lead, already knowing that this could turn around and bite me in the butt but what else am I going to do about it? I mean, this whole thing could turn out to be a disaster, but I can't help but want more. Maybe I am crazy.

Fiddling with my fingers, Elarix trails behind me, carrying the bags from everything that we just bought. I don't know how I didn't just clear out the entire store, but I bought everything that I thought he would need while living with me. It does get cold here and he didn't have the right clothing. I don't think that I'm worrying about him, I'm just thinking of the long-term consequences if he ended up getting sick on me. He didn't say anything about it though, just thanking me before going back to his business.

It made me look at him curiously because I honestly didn't understand why he is so sweet to me or even why he has just decided not to allow him to get thrown into this pit of nothingness. I know how it might sound and I know that I could just be overthinking this or it's the hormones raging through my body right now, but he is really hot, and I find myself craving him more and more with every passing second. I don't know how he even managed to get a hold of me the way that he did but I don't see myself going anywhere anymore because why should I?

I honestly think that I'm going to just have to allow myself to love him and cherish him the best way that I can but why do I feel that way? I shouldn't feel so strongly about a man that I'm not really in a relationship with, but I hate even thinking that way. It makes me feel like I am thinking wrong and that can't be the case either.

I just watch curiously as he walks past me to hold open the door, definitely feeling like I'm the only girl for him. I'd hate to see him treat anyone else as good as he is treating me in this moment, I might end up going crazy if he did. I don't even know why I feel like that, but I keep going back and forth in my head, trying to decide what to do about it. I already know how I feel and what I want, but what does he want?

I guess I will just have to find out…

He sets the bags on the ground, going to put them in the wash. It's always good to wash the clothes you buy; I had already made that very clear to him. I see how he just listens so perfectly, making me lick my bottom lip because why does he have to be so perfect? As if he is hearing my thoughts, he stiffens and looks at me curiously, his eyes darkening.

That's all it took for me to jump him.

I leap straight into his arms, wrapping myself around him before I kiss him. He stiffens almost immediately, as if he is debating on kissing me back but he must have decided what he wanted from me because almost instantly after that, he is kissing me like his life depended on it. Soft, shuddering gasps escape me as I feel like my entire body has been lit on fire and I'm loving every second of this. I know how much I want him, I know that I need him, and I can't stop this fire of desire coursing through my veins. I know what I want, and I know what I'm going to say to it as well. I don't give a damn what ends up happening to me because I know that I'm going to be alright.

His hands move along my body, caressing me and touching me in the best places possible. I know that the best thing about this is how I just feel content with everything happening between us and I know there is no way in hell that I'm going to let anything stand in my way. If that ended up happening, I'm not even sure what I would do or even how I would do it. I just know that this man, he is it for me and I wouldn't have it any other way. I can see by the look on his face that he's feeling the same way.

He carries me over to the bed, not giving a damn about the bags and for that I am thankful. He lays me down on the bed, but he does look a little unsure.

"Can we be doing this?" He asks me curiously, "what about the baby?"

I didn't think to ask about it, but I took his hand either way, knowing that I can't do this, "I'm sure it'll be fine. Just don't be too rough and I think it'll be alright."

He still doesn't look too sure but when I sit up and remove my shirt and bra, it's all that it took to really get him going. He cups my breasts in his hands, testing the weight and looking a bit in awe. I don't know what he is thinking or even doing but what I do know is that I don't want this to end at all. I watch him carefully, tempted to allow myself to be dragged into him but I'm worried about making a fool of myself.

I already feel so hot between my legs, aching for him to touch me. I take his hand and guide him there, his fingers immediately seeking me and touching me in just the right places. I let out a shuddering gasp, almost not believing just how perfect this man can actually be when he keeps touching all the right places. I keep wondering to myself if maybe I keep underestimating him but at the same time, I know that there's no other reason to really think of it that way.

I just have to keep going the right way or I could very well end up losing everything. I think he knows this because he helps take off the rest of my clothes, tossing them aside. I lay naked on the bed beneath him, showing everything to him and I can't even figure out what he is thinking. I thought that maybe he might say something, but he keeps watching me, as if he is trying to figure it out himself. If he isn't sure about this, I would rather he just tell me because I'm not keen on someone forcing themselves to be with me like that but the minute that I try to cover myself, he is on me, moving my hands out of the way. I jump with surprise because I hadn't expected it, my head jerking up to look at him with wide eyes.

He just smiles at me and shakes his head, "Don't cover yourself, you're too damn beautiful for that."

My heart practically skips a beat at his confession, and I keep wondering if he just knows how to woo me. It wouldn't be surprising if he was doing this for ulterior motives, but I don't think he is that kind of person. If anything, it does feel like he's unsure of where we stand as well, and I have no problem with telling it to him. I know where I want this to go and even how I want it to go but that's only if he is feeling the exact same way.

I have no reason to force myself upon someone who doesn't want it but before I can think to say it, he's freeing himself from the confinements of his trousers. My jaw drops the minute his length springs free, wondering how exactly that DID fit inside of me because it seems so inhumanly possible. Tilting my head to the side, I glance between his throbbing length and his eyes, feeling a bit more desperate. Knowing that I can't hold back for long, I reach out and take his length, lightly jerking him off. He lets out a small growl, his eyes blazing as he looks down at me.

I guide him right to my entrance, knowing that he has to hurry before I go completely crazy. I don't know if I'm making the right decision, but I quite frankly don't give a damn at this point. All I know is what I want and that is Elarix. He seemed to be worrying about the same thing but the minute he feels me, he lets go. He carefully pushes inside of me, making me gasp at the sudden pressure and how full I almost immediately feel. He pauses for a split second, knowing that he needs to get me adjusted to his length before he starts to thrust inside of me.

All I can do is take it, feeling his hard length rubbing against the most sensitive places inside of me but I definitely don't regret it one bit. If anything, it has me craving for more. Our bodies move in sync, honestly feeling like I'm completely whole in this moment. I never knew that he could make me feel so much in so little time, but I just cling to him as I feel the orgasm ripping through my body, feeling quite content with everything that has just happened. I can't complain one bit because to me, this is perfection.

"Oh shit, I'm going to cum!" I warn him, my entire body shaking from the intensity racing through me, "Oh god, please…"

Before I even realize it is happening, the pleasure is too much. I moan loudly as he pushes inside of me, brushing right against the spot that feels so perfect. I had no idea that I could feel like this in so little time, but I think he just knows what he is doing. He curses under his breath, a hot noise as he pulls out of me and releases himself on my stomach.

He looks pretty damned pleased with himself though as he rubs his seed onto my body, as if it is going to make me smell like him. I really don't like the idea of smelling like seed but it's a little cute to see him acting this way so I might give him a little bit of leeway to do what he wants because what is honestly the worst thing that could happen? I'm not even sure at this point, it just makes me know right here and now what I want from him and how I'm going to have to let him go when the time comes. Unfortunately, there's no way that I'm going to be able to stop his execution even if I wanted to…

I guess the unfortunate reality is that I can't be sure what I even want from this relationship at all.