Epilogue
One year later
Freya rested her head back on the couch and stared out the front window. She was here, in Elijah’s penthouse apartment overlooking the city, and naked aside from a towel wrapped around her body because she’d just gotten out of the shower. She spent most of her time here with him, but she kept her house, kept her own place. Not only had a year already passed, but she was also working as an RN at the local hospital. The work was rewarding in itself, but it was also exhausting and took a little piece of her. But she loved being able to help others, and knew that this had been the right move for her to make career wise. But then she’d leave, come see Elijah, and he’d show her what living really meant, that being alone was not an option anymore.
For the last year they’d spent time with each other, got caught up on their lives and what had been missed the last four years. She’d attended fancy balls and business meetings held in mansions that sat on acres of pristine and landscaped grounds. She’d seen the most beautiful gowns draped on the most beautiful women, and envied each and every one of them. But then she’d looked at Elijah, his hand always wrapped around her waist, his body close to hers, and she knew it didn’t matter how beautiful those women were. She was it for him. He’d told her enough times that she didn’t believe anything else.
Not only was Elijah the strong, sometimes silent type, he could be the type of man that brought a woman chocolates and flowers … brought her those things. But he wasn’t a softie all the time, wasn’t a man that couldn’t show her what she meant to him. There was jealousy, was possessiveness, but it was just enough to make her feel like she was his world.
The sound of the front door opening and closing had her turning and seeing him standing in the foyer. Her breath always seemed to catch when she saw him, when she took in his muscular body, the way he held himself so confidently, so sure of his surroundings. There was only one person on this planet meant for her, and she was looking at him right now.
He had left early this morning to deal with something business related, even though it was the weekend and he should have been off. But being as successful as Elijah meant he worked constantly. But he wasn’t the all work and no play type of man. No, he made sure to play with her plenty of times. That thought had her grinning and had her body heating to nuclear levels. Even right now when he hadn’t touched her she was wet, aching for him.
He stepped into the living room, and his smile spread as he stared at her. “Hey, baby.”
“Hey.” She lowered her gaze to where she could see his muscle definition through the white button down shirt he wore. His suit jacket was undone as well, his shoulders broad, his hips narrow. She could see all of that through his sharp, pressed, and so very business-like clothing.
It made her wetter.
“I love seeing you in those suits,” Freya said a bit breathlessly. She held onto the towel tighter, the material plush and so soft, but she was feeling hypersensitive, and the fabric abraded her flesh.
“And I’m liking what you’re wearing,” he said with a grin, and winked at her. “In fact, how about anytime I walk through that door you’re either wearing a towel, or nothing at all?”
Her body tingled, her pussy clenched, and her nipples hardened. He came closer, started loosening the knot of his tie, and then undoing the first few buttons of his shirt.
“I missed you,” he said in that super deep voice of his that was like sandpaper along her flesh.
“I didn’t really see you this morning.” Although she had woken up briefly when he’d kissed her on the forehead before he left for the office, she still felt like she hadn’t seen or spoken to him all day.
This was what love was, what it felt like.
He moved toward her, and she took a step back. She was now pressed to the window, the coldness a stark contrast to her overheated flesh. Before she could even take a breath he had her in his arms, turned, and was sitting on the couch with her straddling him. Freya instantly felt his cock start to harden, felt the length stiffen beneath the expensive material of his pants. The towel rode up her thighs, and when he leaned back, placed his hands on her legs, and groaned she felt the world tilt.
“I’m so hard for you. In fact, you make me hard just by breathing.”
She swallowed, her throat tight, her lips feeling swollen, needing his mouth on hers. Lowering her face to his neck, she inhaled deeply, loving that fresh and clean smell on him, the spicy cologne that drove her wild.
“If you don’t stop it, baby, I am not going to be able to control myself.”
“I don’t want you to control yourself.” He moaned and ran the tip of his nose up the side of her throat. “Fuck, you smell good.”
“Why would you want to control yourself?” she whispered. “I’m naked and you’re hard…” She leaned back, her eyes feeling too heavy to hold all the way open.
“You make a good argument,” he murmured against her. He ran his nose up and down her neck again. “I should hire you when I’m doing business mergers. I don’t think anyone could argue your points.”
She chuckled, but it was soft, not holding much amusement because she was too aroused. “Elijah, I want you.”
He groaned and lifted his head from her neck to kiss her. He gripped her waist and stood, holding her in his arms effortlessly.
She kissed him hard, felt his cock prod her bare pussy, and needed him now. Freya ran her tongue over his bottom lip. Tugging at his flesh, she loved when he grunted, tightened his hands on her waist, and pushed his dick harder into her.
He took them into the bedroom, all the while kissing her, licking at her lips, and groaning in pleasure. Once in the room he set her on the floor, took a step back, and started undressing. She held onto the towel, not about to get naked just yet because she wanted to look her fill at him.
There he now stood, totally naked, his golden, hard flesh on display. God, he looked good with nothing on, all hard sinew and defined muscles. He wasn’t all bulky like a weightlifter, but not as lean as a swimmer. His dick was hard, and getting stiffer the longer she stared at it. And as if he wanted to tempt her, or maybe torture her, he reached down, grabbed his cock, and started stroking himself.
“Come here, Freya,” he said in a low, husky voice filled with lust.
Freya was more than ready to do whatever he said, to give him whatever he wanted. It was like she was addicted to the feeling of his cock inside of her, of his dick stretching her, of Elijah claiming her. He dominated her without restraints, without bondage. He controlled her with his body, with his touch and words, lips and breath. He played her body with expert precision because he knew every inch of her, knew exactly where to touch her to get her off.
He pulled her toward him and wrapped his hand around a chunk of her hair. Elijah kissed her hard. There was no teasing on his part. He was brutal, demanding, and giving her everything she craved, everything she wanted. She’d always want this from him, always want it like this.
While still kissing her he led them over to the bed, but instead of lying on her back she was turned around in his arms. Her back pressed to his chest, and he smoothed his hands over her breasts, cupped the mounds through the fabric for a second, and then continued his descent until he reached the edge of the towel. In one swift move he had the material pushed away from her body.
“So much better, Freya baby,” he said as he murmured against her throat. Before she could turn in his arms, desperate for his mouth, he had her on the bed face first.
Freya went down on her belly, bouncing once from the force with which he’d pushed her down, but she loved that. Elijah stroked her bare ass with his big hands, and gave each cheek a stinging spank. Her flesh heated, stung. It felt incredible.
“Look at this ass,” he said as if speaking to himself, and spanked her again. “It was made for fucking, baby. It was made for me to fill it with my cock. You were made for me, every damn inch of you.” He squeezed her cheeks, growled out, and then leaned down and bit her right ass cheek. She cried out in pleasure and pain, wanting more, needing it. He bit her other side, smacked her butt one more time, and then moved away. She looked over her shoulder to see him grab the lube from the nightstand.
They had done anal before, a couple of times in fact, and although Freya hadn’t thought she’d like it, she was surprised to feel that when he fucked her ass he hit nerve endings she hadn’t even known she’d had.
“You ready for me and my big dick, baby? You ready for me to fuck this sweet ass?” Elijah asked, but it wasn’t phrased in a way that made her think he was actually asking permission.
“I’m always ready for you,” she said, looked over her shoulder. Rising on her hands and knees, she popped her ass out for him, and spread her legs wider, giving him a prime shot of all of her. The sound of him growling like he was an animal and had a hard time in keeping his composure was an aphrodisiac all on its own. She was ready, more than ready, and she knew Elijah would make this feel good for her because he always put her first, always made sure she was screaming out for more.
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Elijah spread one of Freya’s ass cheeks enough that he could smear the lube over the puckered hole. He felt his cock jerk at the sight of her tight little area, and groaned at the thought that he’d been the one to pop that cherry, to be her first anal experience. He could have put a condom on for this, maybe even should have, but they were both clean, exclusive with only each other, and this was his woman.
Just looking at her had him nearly coming right then, just letting out a load of spunk right on her ass. Her bottom was big and round, and looked so damn juicy he didn’t stop himself from moving his hands over the creamy globes.
“Your ass was made for my cock.” He leaned forward, ran his lips along the left cheek, and then did the same to the right. The small moan she made, and the way she bunched the sheets in her hands told him she liked hearing his dirty talk. “I’m going to fuck your ass, claim you like we are wild animals, but first I’m going to make you come for me, make your pussy clench and become wetter.”
“God, Elijah,” she panted.
“You’ll come all over my face, Freya, make my mouth and chin all fucking juicy and slick with that sweet cream of yours.” He moved his mouth over the small of her back, along the line of her spine, and up to the back of her neck. When he felt her lift her ass and grind it into his cock, he knew it was time to taste her sweet fucking pussy, delivering on his promise.
Spearing his hand in her hair, and tangling the long strands in his fingers, he pulled her head back gently, exposing her throat. He’d been so gentle with her that first time over a year ago, not as rough and demanding as he’d liked when fucking. But they’d been together long enough that he didn’t hold back anymore.
“I love you so damn much, Freya,” he groaned, smoothed his hand over her chest, and cupped one of her big breasts. “I’d die for you, baby, hell, I’d kill for you.” He might be a businessman in Armani suits, but deep down, for this woman, he could and would do whatever it took to make sure she was his, and that nothing happened to her.
She was it for him.
“I love you, too,” she moaned out those words.
He didn’t lessen his hold on her hair when he moved his other hand down to take hold of one of her ass cheeks. Elijah gripped the big, spongy flesh, wanting to leave his handprint on her body.
After a few seconds he moved back down her length, and when he reached her ass he spread the cheeks wide. Taking in the sight of that tight hole that he wanted to fuck, Elijah felt his throat dry. He lowered his gaze to her pussy, and saw her little hole slightly gaping for him, as if she was begging for his cock. She was wet, so fucking wet her cream had her inner thighs glossy.
He flattened his tongue and ran it up and down her cleft, and sucked her clit into his mouth until she was thrusting her pussy on her face, grinding herself against him.
Elijah licked at her swollen, damp flesh several more times before finally pulling away. He moved away from her pussy, up the slender line between the cheeks of her ass, and licked her asshole over and over again. He grunted at the clean, fresh soapy flavor and scent of her. He dragged his tongue over that puckered hole, pressed his tongue inside until he felt her clench around him, and could have gotten off right there.
He couldn’t take anymore. He needed her right now.
After pouring the lube over her asshole, he made sure she was good and slicked up for him.
Rising above her and grabbing his cock, he poised the tip of his dick at the entrance of her ass. Gripping onto her waist in a tight hold with one hand, there was no more time for teasing. He didn’t have any more self-control. He started pushing his dick into her slowly, stretching her wide so his dick could get past the tight ring of muscle at the entrance. Her flesh stretched around him, the pink becoming slightly pale in color because his dick was big and her ass was so small. But she’d take him; she always took him, all of him.
“You feel so fucking good,” he gasped those words. And then he slid all the way in, pushing right into the tight muscle.
When he was deep inside of her, his balls pressed tightly to her pussy, his cock full in her ass, he stilled. Breathing heavily, trying to catch his bearings, Elijah stared down at his woman. Her back was arched, her head tilted to the side, and her lips parted.
“You feel how deep I’m inside of you?”
She nodded. “God, yes.
“You’re so fucking tight and hot, baby.” He closed his eyes, and when she tightened her inner muscles around him he thrust his hips forward slightly, not able to control himself. A deep groan left him, and he snapped his eyes open. He pressed his hand to the center of her back, added pressure until she was now resting her chest on the mattress, her ass still in the air.
He started pulling out of her slowly, and when just the crown of his dick was lodged inside of her, he shoved back in. He did this three times before he pushed into her maybe a little too hard because she moved up the bed an inch. But she didn’t complain, and instead a gasp of pleasure left her.
“That is so fucking it.” Sweat started to bead along his brow. His pulse began racing, and he really started fucking her ass then. In, out, faster and faster he pumped into her until his balls were slapping her wet pussy. The way she clenched around his cock had his orgasm rushing to the surface.
He fucked her long and hard, and soon sweat coated both of their bodies in a slick sheen. “I’m never going to get enough, Freya. You’ll always be mine, and I’ll always be yours.”
“Yes, Elijah. God, yes.”
He slammed into her, and she cried out in pleasure. “No one will have you but me. No one will ever touch you but me.” He pumped into her again and again, cementing his words.
“I don’t want anyone else. I only want you,” she cried out the last word.
He loved her, always would. Every day he loved her more. She was his just as he was hers. “Say it, Freya.” He clenched his eyes shut for a moment as intense pleasure washed through him. “Say you’re only mine, that you’ll only ever be mine.”
“You know I’m yours.”
He opened his eyes, parted his lips, and breathed out harshly. Moving his hand lower, he slid it over her belly, down to her pussy, and speared his fingers in her folds. She was soaked, and her clit was engorged for him, as if needing his touch. He rubbed that hardened bundle of tissue over and over again, back and forth, until she cried out.
Elijah’s orgasm rushed forward, and he started pounding into her. Deep, guttural words left him, and then he was groaning as he came. He felt her tense beneath him, heard her cry as she got off, and the fact she came right along with him heightened his pleasure.
Once his high left and his dick started to soften, he came back to reality. Freya breathed heavily, her head to the side and her eyes closed. He gently pulled out of her, a groan of disappointment leaving him. Elijah didn’t want to leave her, but he quickly made his way to the bathroom, cleaned up, and when he went back in the room it was to see her in the same position. That had him smiling.
“I have a warm rag to clean you up, baby.”
“Hmm,” she murmured, but slowly opened her eyes and smiled.
Moving back toward the bed and kneeling on it, he cleaned her gently, set the rag away, and sat on the edge of the bed.
“You’re so good to me,” she murmured in a sleepy voice.
For a few seconds he didn’t move, didn’t speak, and only when he felt the bed move with Freya rising behind him did he turn and face her.
“Is everything okay, Elijah?” she asked and placed a hand on his shoulder, smoothing it up and down his arm.
“Nothing’s wrong, baby. Nothing’s ever wrong when I’m with you.” He smiled and shifted on the bed to face her. He cupped her cheek. He just needed to do this. “I had planned on doing this differently, but I realized it doesn’t matter how I do it as long as you know the truth, and how I feel about you.”
“Okay. I’m all ears,” she said, teasing, but he heard the slight nervousness in her voice.
He stared at her for a second, and then stood and went over to his dresser, opened the drawer, and grabbed the small light blue box. When he turned to face her again, she looked at what he held, her eyes widening and her mouth parting. Moving back toward her, Elijah dropped to his knees, took one of her hands in his, and brought it to his mouth to kiss her fingers.
“Elijah…”
“I love you, Freya. I love you with all of my heart.” He was so fucking nervous. “I want you to know that if your father was here I would have asked him for his permission before doing this, but I hope he’s looking down, approving of what I’m about to ask his daughter.”
She was crying, a smile on her face.
“You’re the only woman I want to spend my life with, to carry my babies, and to be by my side until we are old.” He opened the box that held the diamond solitaire. This wasn’t like when he’d proposed to Meghan, or when he thought he’d loved her. Things had been so different back then … he’d been a different man back then. Freya was the woman he was meant to spend his life with.
He felt so nervous. They both loved each other, and he was pretty sure she’d say yes. But there was this little voice in the back of his head that said maybe, just maybe, she’d say no.
He glanced down at her hand, stared at her ring finger, and just said it already before his nerves got the best of him. “Freya, sweetheart, I love you, and I know you love me.” He took a deep breath. “Freya Fallon Dresden, will you marry me?” He took the ring out, slipped it on her finger, and waited. For a second she just stared at the ring, and then she started crying harder.
She sniffed, looked at him, and then at the ring again. “Yes, Elijah. Of course I’ll marry you.”
He had her in his arms and off the bed a second later. Elijah held her, kept her tightly against him, and inhaled deeply. “You make me so damn happy.” This was his life now, and damn what a good life it was.
The End
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