Page 66 of Wicked Debt


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He turned me and pushed me against the wall of the shower.

I stared up at him, his face twisted in his usual scowl, but his eyes were different. There was—softness?—in his eyes.

Something like longing.

Which made no sense.

Elias did many things—conquer, control, demand—but he didn’t long for anything.

He blinked, and that look I hadn’t quite been able to place was gone.

In its place was pure passion, a look so fierce that it made my stomach flip.

He wrapped his strong fingers around my thigh and put my leg on his hip. Then, he widened his stance, opening me to him. I watched him as he watched me, his dark gaze tracing every contour of my body before he centered on my sex, his eyes on me as intimate as a touch.

I looked down when he wrapped his hand around his cock and nudged at my opening, then moved up and down, teasing my clit until I was breathless.

His hand still gripping my thigh, he entered me slowly. I watched and felt as he spread me, his cock disappearing inch by inch, my pussy stretching to accommodate him.

I lowered my lids when he was fully seated but then opened wide when he grabbed my other thigh. I resisted when he lifted, already feeling precarious on one leg, feeling even more so when he thrust hard, practically impaling me on his cock, trapping me between the shower wall and his body.

The proverbial rock and hard place that was my life, though I usually didn’t enjoy it quite as much as this.

I had closed my eyes and was lost in feeling but opened them when he stilled.

He was looking at me with that emotion in his eyes again, his cock filling me, his strong hand still on my thigh.

He tugged at it and whispered, “I’ll hold you, Kayla. I’ll never let you fall.”

I stared at him for a long moment, then closed my eyes, wrapped my thighs around his waist, my arms tight around his neck, and let him do just that.

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