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It gave me hope—hope that we could work this out, that maybe, just maybe, this wasn’t the end.
Food was long forgotten by the time we arrived at my apartment. Our clothing became a trail of discarded desire, strewn from the front door to the bedroom. The kisses we exchanged in the cab, soft and teasing, had ignited something uncontrollable between us, and by the time we reached the elevator, I was already lost in her. The moment the doors closed, I pressed her against the wall, my mouth finding hers with a hunger that neither of us could deny. Her breath hitched, and I could feel her body responding as I claimed her, my tongue delving deeper, tasting the sweetness that I had missed for far too long.
We barely made it inside before we were pulling at each other’s clothes, stumbling down the hallway, hands fumbling to remove the last barriers between us. By the time we reached the bedroom, I was done holding back. I threw Erika onto the bed, her body bouncing slightly as I yanked her white lace panties to the side, desperate to feel her warmth around me again.
The moment I entered her, she howled, the sound sending shivers down my spine. Her nails dug into my back, sharp and demanding, and I welcomed the pain, wanting her to mark me as hers.
“White?” I murmured, a smirk on my lips as I tugged her panties further aside.
“Shut up, Elliott,” she panted, her voice ragged.
“You act so innocent,” I teased, though there was nothing innocent about the way she looked at me, her eyes dark with need.
“I am innocent.” Her legs wrapped around me, her heels bouncing against me as I drove deeper. I leaned down, my mouth finding her hardened nipples, sucking and biting them harder than I should, but I couldn’t help it. I needed to mark her, to make sure she knew she was mine.
“You feel so good. I missed you,” I moaned, my voice rough with emotion.
“It was your fault,” she gasped. “You hurt me.”
“I can’t promise it won’t happen again. This is all new to me.” My pace quickened, and I latched onto her throat, my teeth grazing the delicate skin as I pulled her closer.
“Don’t leave a mark,” she ordered breathlessly.
“I want to. I want to mark your whole body as mine. I don’t want another man touching you ever again.”
“My possessive Elliott.” Her breath hitched, her body tightening around me, and I knew she was close.
I thrust harder, faster, until I felt her unravel beneath me, her nails digging into my skin so deeply that I winced. But I didn’t stop. I kept moving, chasing my own release until it hit me, hard and overwhelming, after days of pent-up frustration. I came with a shudder, my release seeming endless, and I only stopped when I was utterly spent, my body trembling from the intensity.
Erika’s lips found the top of my head, her fingers brushing my sweat-drenched hair back as she whispered, “I love you.” Her words sent a wave of relief crashing over me, mixing with the endorphins that coursed through my veins.
“I love you too,” I breathed, my voice hoarse with exhaustion and emotion.
“You’re going to the wedding with me, aren’t you?” she asked, her tone light, but there was a seriousness in her eyes that I couldn’t ignore.
I buried my face in her neck, breathing in her scent. “You have me at a disadvantage.”
“What disadvantage?” she asked, her voice tinged with curiosity.
“We just got back together and had sex,” I muttered, a small smile playing on my lips. “I have no choice but to say yes.”
“Thank you.”
“I’ll go,” I agreed, “but don’t expect me to be cordial to the groom.”
“You have to,” she insisted gently. “It’s his wedding day. But let me tell you a little secret…”
“A secret?” I managed between heavy breaths, my pulse still racing.
Erika shifted, her eyes searching mine as if deciding how much to reveal. “There’s something about Slade I’m not sure of. He’s good to Morgan, but I think Michael would’ve been a better fit,” she admitted, her voice low and thoughtful. “I didn’t even know about their relationship until May. Can you believe she kept it from me? She was torn between two men.”
I stroked her arm, sensing the weight of her words. “Michael would’ve claimed her heart,” I murmured, picturing how things might’ve unfolded differently.
Her gaze locked onto mine, more vulnerable than I’d seen in a while. “Have I claimed yours?” she asked, the question hanging between us, laced with uncertainty.
“You know you have,” I whispered, my voice firm. “So stop asking. This is forever.”
“Forever is a long time,” she replied, a shadow crossing her face. “Nothing lasts forever. Life happens, people change, they grow apart. You can’t predict the future.”
