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“That’s right, baby. I love it when you say my name. You’re giving me one more, and this time, you’re going to scream it.”

Before I have time to process his words, Elliot sits back on his heels, pulling me with him so my back is suspended over the bed, my shoulders pressed to the soft comforter.

Grabbing a pillow, he shoves it under my back for support and grips my hips hard enough to bruise, his cock still buried inside me.

Sliding one hand down, he thumbs my clit, rolling over the tight bundle of nerves with enough pressure to have my hips rocketing up.

“Ahhh,” I cry out, twisting my body away from a pleasure so intense it almost hurts. “I can’t,” I yell on a gasp. “It’s too much.”

Elliot chuckles darkly, pulling his hips back and snapping them forward, the angle making his cock rub right against the most perfect spot inside me as his thumb makes tortuous circles on my clit.

“You can,” he says, his voice intense and commanding, his eyes dark and desperate.

“You will. It’s not too much. There is no such thing as too much when it’s you and me.

Even when you think you can’t take it, I’ll always give you more.

I told you I was going to wring every ounce of pleasure from this perfect pussy, and I wasn’t fucking around.

Grab the headboard and hold on, Amelia. You are fucking mine, and this gorgeous body is going to sing for me. ”

Jesus fucking Christ .

I barely have time to wrap my hands around the wooden slats of the headboard before Elliot pulls his hips back and thrusts into me so deeply that a scream rips from my throat, my hands gripping so tightly I would worry about breaking the headboard if I wasn’t completely out of my goddamned mind.

And I’m not the only one.

Elliot drives into me relentlessly, his thumb rolling back and forth over my clit until I’m not sure if the pleasure I’m feeling is the remnants of my last orgasm or the beginning of a new one.

He fucks me with abandon, his eyes never leaving mine.

It’s rough and dirty. Every grunt that falls from his lips, every snap of his hips, every wicked circle of his thumb over my clit and the sweat that rolls down his face and the feral look in his eyes combine to send me straight into the stratosphere.

I have no concept anymore of what is pleasure and what is pain, and at this point, it doesn’t matter. All I know is that I want more of it.

All of it.

Everything.

Everywhere.

When Elliot leans forward, sliding a hand up my torso and between my breasts to wrap around my throat, I hurl straight into oblivion.

If I could form words, I would scream his name, just like he asked.

But I can’t. All I can do is keep my iron grip on the headboard as pleasure hits me so fast and so hard I can’t separate any sensation.

“That’s it, Amelia,” Elliot grunts, tightening his hand on my throat, his hips continuing their ferocious assault. “Give it all to me. Every drop, baby.”

My body shakes uncontrollably, violently, the pleasure tearing through me, rearranging my cells, obliterating everything I was and reshaping me into someone entirely new.

All of this would be terrifying except it’s not because Elliot is right there with me.

His eyes bore into mine as he shudders, his body growing rigid, his thrusts erratic.

His hips jerk, and the hand around my throat trembles until he stills, his cock pulsing as he erupts inside me with a groan.

He drops his forehead to mine, his breath sawing in and out of his lungs and his hips slowing, drawing both of our orgasms out until the very last gasps.

When every drop of pleasure is wrung out from us both, he takes his hand off my throat, tugging the pillow out from under me and smoothing my damp hair back from my face. Then he presses his lips to mine in a kiss that is slow and deep and feels like worship.

“Amelia.” My name is all Elliot says when he breaks the kiss and lifts his head, reaching up to untangle my hands from the headboard, kissing my palms before kissing me again.

His hands rove every inch of my body to settle and to soothe, his lips pressing kisses to my forehead, my cheeks, my hair, everywhere he can reach.

When he starts to move away, I whimper, feeling his loss immediately.

“Just for a second,” he murmurs. “I promise. Let me take care of you.”

He’s just gone for a minute, and when he comes back, he has a washcloth in one hand and a bottle of water in the other.

He sets the water on the nightstand, using the washcloth to clean me up, swiping between my legs, pressing soft kisses to my thighs as he goes, the gesture so tender and full of love that tears burn my eyes.

When he’s done, he tosses the cloth away and grabs the water, sitting on the bed and pulling me into his lap, resting my head against his chest.

“Drink, baby.” He lifts the bottle to my mouth, and the cold water feels like heaven.

When I drink enough to satisfy Elliot, I hand him the bottle and he sets it on the nightstand, wrapping his arms around me and tugging the comforter up, laying us down and cocooning us in its warmth as my body trembles slightly with the adrenaline crash.

“My girl,” he whispers, stroking a hand over my hair, tightening his hand around my waist. “You were perfect, Amelia. I love you so fucking much. I am the luckiest guy in the world to get to love you. To get to be loved by you. To be the only person who gets to be with you like this. See you like this. Hold you like this. Love you like this.”

Leaning my head on Elliot’s shoulder, I wrap my arm around his torso, holding on tightly as sleep tries to drag me under. “I love you,” I mumble. “So much.”

“So, so much,” Elliot murmurs, “And forever. Sleep now, Amelia; I’ve got you. There is no force on earth strong enough to keep me from you. Ever.”

With Elliot’s love-soaked words in my head, and his arms wrapped tightly around me, I let sleep take me, knowing that when morning comes, he’ll still be right here with me.