Chapter Nine

Violet allowed Elijah to lead her across the room toward his bed, which had dark-green sheets and a heavy comforter that looked as if he had just rolled out of them. Her stomach tightened at the thought of what was to come because surely this was leading to losing her virginity. She considered whether this was the right time, the right guy, but found she didn't want to do this with anyone else.

Elijah was right—there was a connection between them. Something undeniable, and with their history, the old friendship, the hurt along the way, losing herself to someone she had those ties with seemed right to her.

She wanted this, probably more than he did.

He drew them to a stop beside his bed, then turned, cupping the side of her jaw and bending to kiss her again. She tasted herself on him, and it sent a thrill down her spine as she rose to her tiptoes to match the kiss. He pushed deeper, his mouth and tongue caressing hers with long, wet strokes.

Between her legs, warmth and tingles grew.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and arched her body into his, feeling his cock rest at the juncture of her thighs.

He pressed his hips forward at the same time he palmed her ass with both hands.

She gasped against his mouth. Her body reacted to him in the most primitive of ways. She wanted to spread her legs, wrap them around his hips. Wanted to move against him now. Her body urged her to create friction. It begged for his touch.

He leaned back briefly and removed his tee with that quick movement guys did where they grabbed the cloth at the back of their neck and pulled. He came back to her then and lifted hers over her head. She didn't have time to cover herself of be shocked for she was back in his arms again.

His skin against hers was different, rougher with a light covering of hair, tougher with steel bands of muscles beneath. But he felt warm and soft against her body, comforting in a strange way.

He drove one hand up her spine, arching her into him, then tangled that hand at the back of her head and deepened the kiss with a moan into her mouth.

The sound sent a dozen wings into flight within her stomach.

He leaned back, then sat on the bed as he held her hips. "Are you okay?" he asked, his breath panting, face hopeful.

Her heart softened at his question, and she smiled, then leaned down to place a peck against his mouth. "Yes."

His hands roamed up her sides as she rose to her full height again. He grabbed the straps of her bra and tugged until the material fell to her shoulders. The cups of her bra hovered with only the band holding. All he'd have to do is release the clasp at her back and it'd completely fall away. She wanted him to do it. Her nipples ached to feel his touch.

Instead of waiting for him, she reached back and released the clasp, then let the material fall away. Before it hit the floor, she lifted one knee, then the other, and straddled him on the bed.

She'd never been naked in front of a man before. Even her doctors had all been strategically chosen as females. So she didn't know how to react in this situation.

Elijah's eyes darkened considerably at the sight of her bared breasts. She dipped her head and tilted his head up so she could kiss him again.

His hands tightened on her hips, then started roaming over her skin. She still wore her skirt, he, his shorts. But she felt more bared to him than any other time. Even when he had his face buried between her legs.

Just the memory of that, the pleasure that had overtaken her, caused her core to clench with need. She moaned into his mouth, wanting friction down below, too.

As if he knew what she wanted, he pulled her closer, adjusted beneath with a slight pop, then settled the bare skin of her most private place to the bare skin of his.

She cried out at the feeling, freezing up at the same time.

"God, you feel so hot and wet, Violet."

He held her eyes and slowly guided her hips to move back and forth. She slipped against his thick, hard length easily. She held the back of his head, her arms cradling him against his shoulders, so the cocoon they were in allowed their faces to be close together.

He watched her face as if gauging for a reaction. But she couldn't focus, could only feel as tingles spread out from her core. She wanted more, needed to relieve a pressure deep inside her, but she didn't know what to do.

"Elijah … I need…"

"I know…"

He reached over and grabbed something, then set a square foil back between his teeth and ripped the package open. He held her gaze for a moment, then leaned back and slipped on a condom. Her eyes widened at the sight of his cock. It looked thick and angry with a bulging vein running down the length.

There was no way that thing was going to fit inside of her. He finished rolling on the protection then leaned back into her and chuckled.

"Relax, Violet."

"There's no way."

"There is."

"How can…"

"There is a way because you and I were made to do this. Don't you feel it?" he asked, then grabbed her hand and set it over his chest. Beneath her palm she felt the beat of his heart, a thump-thump-thump that pulsed out a steady beat. The feeling called to something inside her own body. That connection that bound them rose forth and answered the call, calming her racing mind and worries. She still didn't think he'd fit, but she was willing to try. Willing to experience more.

His breath fluttered over her face as he pulled her closer, then moved her hips again. The feel of him now was different than before. She could feel the barrier, but it wasn't a bad thing. Just different. He rolled his hips to match hers a few times, lubricating himself with her. Those wings fluttered in her stomach again, tingles working their way out. Her head fell back as she worked into the rhythm and her hair touched against her spine.

He dipped his head and wrapped his mouth around one of her nipples and sucked. She cried out as those tingles spread further.

He moaned and grabbed her hips, lifted, settled himself at her entrance, then waited.

For her, she realized in a pleasured daze. He waited for her to finish this. For her to break past this last line.

She didn't think, didn't wait, didn't fear. She sunk down on him in one forceful plunge.

Elijah's arms wrapped around her back, his hands coming to rest on her hips, holding her in place while it seemed as if his entire body shook with the strain to keep them both still.

"Jesus, Vi, are you okay?" he asked through clenched teeth, his hazel eyes wide with what looked like concern.

She'd frozen, the foreign invasion a thick shock to her system. It hadn't hurt entirely but was kind of uncomfortable. At the same time, though, him sitting inside her gave that deeper need a bit of relief, almost as if he touched a spot that had been begging for attention.

"I think so," she answered him, taking time to think about it. "It didn't really hurt."

He shook his head, a smile hovering on his lips. "I broke your hymen earlier with my fingers, Little Bird. Didn't want you to have that pain you were just seeking because trust me, it would have hurt had you just done what you did."

She didn't know how to feel about that, his actions that would have inundated they'd be where they were. But she was so full of him, sitting atop his lap, and feeling as if she needed to move, needed to do something else…

"So what now?" she asked.

That smile grew on his mouth, and he tilted his face up to hers. "Now, you move your hips. Just do what feels good."

Her brows pulled down as she tested his instruction, moving her hips out and back in … once … twice. A flutter stirred deep inside her stomach, this feeling stronger than before.

"What about you?" she asked, dropping her forehead to his.

Breath puffed out of his lips with a slight sound. His fingers curled into her hips, but he didn't move or direct her. He just let her set the pace. She tried to switch it up and add some rotation. That made her want to moan as she created a friction over her clit.

He moaned low. "Trust me, I'm good."

She whimpered on another rotation.

His hands pulled her closer and she gasped.

"Don't stop, Vi."

She built up the pace she set earlier and whimpered again. Their mouths met for a moment, then pulled away but their breaths mingled as their foreheads rested against one another. She didn't want to move from this spot. Wanted to chase the promise of bliss.

His fingers dug into her hips more. "God," he groaned, pulling her closer.

She had no choice but to lose purchase in her resting spot for her head. She tilted her head back and closed her eyes. The feel of him was intense. The sound of where they met, the wetness and friction, met their low moans in the room. His breath puffed against her chest as his head rested there. His hands on her hips and against her back tightened.

He moved his hips with hers, and she felt the pressure build quickly deep inside, then break in a shattering waterfall of tingles. They spread out from her stomach in a rush, jumping with dazzling sparks across her entire body, a thousand zaps of pleasure across every inch of her skin.

She cried out as it went on and on, each plunge and rotation of her hips dragging it out. Elijah stiffened against her and moaned low against her chest, then grabbed her hips and slammed her down on him once, twice … then held her down as he shuddered.

Violet opened her eyes and looked up at the ceiling, her mind in a daze with what just happened. What had led to this point. Their history circling back around to bring them to this moment. They'd had a past, a childhood interlinked, their teenage years full of hatred and fear, then them both running far from their hometowns, from their pasts only to bring them back together again.

She didn't much believe in fate and all that hokey stuff. She wasn't for fantastical fantasies of happy-ever-alters. But she knew when not to deny something, when to stop fighting it.

And this connection, this reconnection of their lives was telling her something. Was telling them something.

Elijah's hands roamed over her back, drawing her attention to him. He was still inside her, semi-hard with pulses occurring every now and then that caused her to jump slightly.

She tilted her head back to him, followed his guide as he tangled one hand in her hair and brought her mouth to his. Their kiss was slow and lazy, deep and thorough, a kiss that wasn't necessarily leading to anywhere, but she had a feeling could.

But she couldn't seem to get enough of his mouth. Nor, it seemed, could he get enough of hers, for the kiss continued. On and on, no words were spoken. None were needed. This was about making up for lost time. Was about comfort and that connection. Was about rebuilding what they could have been.

They continued to kiss as he leaned back, taking her with him, his hands tangled in her hair, his dick growing hard inside her.

Warmth returned to her core, and she felt it pulse with desire. He groaned into her mouth and lifted his legs, so his feet were flat on the bed, and she lay atop him, her hips spread, him deep within her.

He pulled back from the kiss and met her eyes, his darkening with lust.

"Are you good?" he asked, his breath panting again.

"Yes. Again?"

His gaze bounced between hers, and a slow smile curved his lush lips. "As many times as you want, Little Bird."

The End