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CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE

ELLIOT

“ S hit,” Amelia gasps as I kick the hotel room door shut and spin her around, shoving her winter coat off her shoulders and anchoring her to the door with my hips.

I yank off my hat and my own coat, dropping them to the floor before pushing my hands into her hair and sealing my mouth over hers, our tongues tangling in a messy, filthy thrash.

Without breaking the kiss, I kick her feet apart, sliding one of my legs in between hers. She moans into my mouth, immediately grinding down on me, a noise of frustration in her throat when she can’t get the friction she needs.

“What do you want, Amelia?” I push her hair off her shoulder and skate my lips down her neck, flicking her pulse point with my tongue and sucking on the sensitive skin, chuckling when her head drops back on another moan, thudding against the door as her eyes fall closed.

“You want this?” I press my thigh more firmly against her, grasping her hips to help her move over me.

The heat of her pussy radiating through the fabric between us has my cock hardening painfully, pressing against the zipper of my jeans, but I ignore it for now, because I need my hands on Amelia more than I need anything else.

“I want you,” she breathes, her eyes opening and finding mine.

Curling my hands in the hem of her sweater, I pull it up and over her head, tossing it aside and biting back a groan at the way her tits look encased in black lace, the way her chest rises and falls rapidly, the way her eyes go hazy with the evidence of her want as I look my fill.

I could look at her forever, and it still wouldn’t be long enough.

“You have me,” I murmur, wrapping an arm around her waist and pressing my free hand to the door by her head, leaning in and closing my mouth over hers in a slow, dizzying kiss.

“You’ll always have me.” I grip her chin to keep her eyes on mine.

“Always, Amelia. I love you means forever. Tonight, I’m going to show you exactly what forever looks like.

With my hands and my mouth and my dick and as many words as you need to remind you that there is no future that exists where it’s not you and me. We are fucking endgame.”

She smiles, winding her arms around my waist and pressing a kiss to the center of my chest. “Fuck, I love you so much. I don’t know how I kept it in this long. Now I never want to stop saying it.”

I kiss the top of her head, skating my hands up her ribs and back down, relishing in the shiver that works its way through her, the goosebumps that rise on her bare skin.

“Never stop. Tell me you love me a million times a day, and I’ll tell you right back.

We’ll say it so much we’ll make it weird, but I won’t care because you’re mine and I get to be yours, and nothing is more important than that. ”

She grins up at me and I feel my own smile spread until, just like earlier when we were lying in the snow, the joy and lightness between us vanishes in an instant, the air turning thick and heavy with anticipation and need.

With her eyes on mine, Amelia flicks open the button on her jeans, grasping the tab of her zipper between two fingers and slowly sliding it down. I swallow roughly as she curls her fingers in the waistband and pushes, letting the pants pool around her feet in a puddle of denim.

“Shit,” I mutter as she steps out of them, standing in front of me in nothing but her bra and a scrap of black lace riding high on her hips. Amelia reaches back as if to unsnap her bra, and the word spills from me before I even realize I’m saying it.

“No,” I say, sharply enough to stop her movement.

“What do you mean no?” she asks, her eyes glinting in the dim light of the room.

“I believe you heard me. You leave that bra right where it is. That sorry excuse for a thong too. I’ll take it off you when I’m damn well ready.”

“Is that what you think?” she says, voice full of sass.

“You’re damn right it is.” I take a step towards her and scoop her up, bridal style, as she yelps into my ear.

“Elliot, what the fuck?”

I chuckle, striding towards the king size bed along the far wall and setting her down in front of it, satisfied that it’s exactly the right height for what I have planned. “You think I forgot about that little punishment I owe you? Turn around.”

Amelia puts her hands on her hips, eyes filled with a defiance that has the beast inside of me roaring.

I’ve never been this guy—the possessive one with the desire to dominate—except maybe I have been, and I didn’t realize it until now.

Maybe I’m the most myself when I’m with her.

The thought of that has love filling me up and arousal making my cock weep.

“And if I don’t?”

“You will.”

“Says who?”

I take a step towards her so we’re standing toe to toe, chests heaving, breaths mingling.

I slide my hands around until they’re palming her ass.

“Says. Me.” I punctuate each word with a light slap on her ass, and for a second, I think maybe I’ve gone too far, but then Amelia’s eyes alight with interest, her mouth turning up in a sly smile.

“Well, since you asked so nicely.” Amelia spins around so she’s facing the bed, her back to my chest. Winding my arms around her waist, I skate my hands up her torso to cup her lace-covered breasts, rubbing my thumbs over her nipples before I pinch them hard enough to have her gasping.

“Such a good fucking girl,” I whisper into her ear, sucking her earlobe into my mouth and biting down until she hisses, then licking the spot with my tongue.

Stepping back, I unclasp her bra and let it drop to the floor.

With a hand between her shoulder blades, I push her down, bending her over the bed while my other hand slides down her back, grasping the thin waistband of her thong, dipping my fingers inside just enough to graze the top of her ass.

Amelia sucks in a breath, gripping the white down comforter with both hands.

Looking down at Amelia bent over for me, face down, ass in the air, making herself vulnerable like this and trusting me to take care of her, my heart thuds against my ribs, my brain swimming with one word and one word only.

Mine .

Reaching back, I tear my shirt over my head and shove my pants down so I’m standing over her in nothing but my boxers and then bend down over her back until my mouth is at her ear.

“Here’s what’s going to happen right now.

I’m going to make you come, over and over again, until you think there’s no way you can take anymore.

And when you scream my name and beg me to stop, I’m going to make you come again. ”

“That doesn’t sound like much of a punishment,” she gasps out.

I attach my mouth to the place where her neck meets her shoulder and suck, satisfaction rolling through me when her hips jerk back off the bed. “That’s what you think.”

Amelia moans, shifting her hips under me and pressing her thighs together.

“Louder, baby. Let me hear those moans. Let everyone in this hotel hear you while you rub that needy pussy over the bed, clenching around nothing while you wait for me to fill you. I love all your sounds. I’m already so fucking hard for you.

Can you feel what you do to me?” I flex my hips forward, my rock-hard dick sliding between her ass cheeks.

“I want you inside me,” she gasps out. “Please.”

I chuckle, lifting my hips away from her and pushing up to stand.

“Later. First, you’re going to come on my fingers.

” With one hard yank, I tear her thong off her body.

Amelia’s body jerks in surprise, another gasp tearing from her throat.

She turns her head to look at me, her eyes filled with a dark desire that has satisfaction arrowing through me.

“Then, you’re going to come on my face.” I lift her thong to my nose, breathing in deeply, the scent of her making my head spin and my cock leak in my boxers.

Amelia’s jaw drops as she watches me, her pupils blown wide and her eyes tracking my every movement.

I drop the ruined thong and bend over her again, licking a path up her back then planting my hands on either side of her head, dipping my head to run my nose up the column of her neck.

“Then, you’re going to come on my cock until the only word on your lips is my name and the only thought in your head is how perfect we are together. How does that sound?”

“Like I want you to do all of that as soon as possible,” she says, her tone breathy and laced with desire.

“Good answer,” I say, dropping to my knees behind her.