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  He heeds my gaze and I crawl between his strong, naked legs. I push against his hard chest with both my hands, forcing his back down onto the rug. Once he's on his back, I sit on top of him, his waist between my thighs. I position myself over his penis. I grasp his erection in a firm grip and try to push him inside me but he grabs both my wrists.

  "Anile, stop!" He snaps.

  Ignoring his request, I push down on him. He slides inside me so deliciously.

  "I want you to fuck me, hard!" I say through gritted teeth.

  He swiftly pulls out of me and pushes me to the side, forcing me on my back and he holds me down, his nails digging into my forearms.

  "I am not going to fuck you hard!" He warns. His eyes are wild, like nothing I have ever seen before.

  "Why?" I snap. "Nothing has ever stopped you before."

  "Because it's not right, you are not ready."

  "You don't know what I am!" I bark annoyed. "Get off of me!"

  I push my arms as hard as I can against his grip and he releases me. I rise to my feet and storm over to the kitchen. I scan the kitchen for alcohol and spot Whisky, Vodka, and Brandy, all lined up on the black drinking cabinet to the right of the kitchen. I grab the brandy decanter and a crystal tumbler and pour myself self a glass.

  "Down the hatch." I joke sarcastically. I take a large gulp and it burns at my throat - but I like it. "Hey, Elijah, you could use one to help loosen you up! Shall I pour you a glass?"

  I watch him stand tall in front of the fireplace, the flames catch his ripped stomach so perfectly. He's so beautiful, and strong, and... a real man.

  "Don't mock me, Anile." He warns.

  His warning sets me in my tracks of destruction, I'm so fucking mad.

  "Oh, sorry, Sir." I laugh sarcastically, rolling my eyes. "I tell you what, you can continue on your path of self-righteousness, and I'm going to get ready to go out. I'm sure there are plenty of other men who would like to fuck me - hard!"

  He storms over to me, his naked feet slapping against the granite floor. He snatches the glass out of my hands and throws it into the sink. It smashes into pieces and I jump back slightly in shock. He grabs my chin tightly and he narrows his eyes at me. His gaze is intense, it worries me. I swallow hard while trying to calm my rapidly beating heart.

  "If you ever say anything like that ever again, I will fucking punish you, Anile!" He warns.

  "Well, you don't want me." I sneer.

  There is a short pause, his eyes are dancing between mine. He's trying to read me.

  "Is that what you want? To be fucked like a piece of meat?"

  I push my head closer to his. "Yes." I snap.

  Without warning, he grabs my left arm and forces me against the kitchen worktop with my back to him. The granite is cold against my naked tummy. My heart starts to pound harder, dangerously pumping my blood around my body too fast. He grabs a hold of my pelvis and pushes himself inside me viciously.

  "Ah!" I wince.

  He takes a large handful of my hair and pulls my head back hard. He presses his cheek against mine.

  "Is this what you want?" He snaps into my ear. "To be fucked hard while you feel like shit."

  I swallow hard. "Yes."

  Controlling me with my hair, he pushes me forward over the worktop, and suddenly, he starts to pound into me, smacking against my derrière; bang, bang, bang. It's painful, more painful than I assumed it would be. My lower tummy starts to ache and my sex is swelling viciously. My mouth dries, and my mind starts to work on overdrive. I don't know if this is what I want, I should not have pushed him this far. What the hell is wrong with me? With him still slapping against me, I feel small drops of water against my back. I try to lean up on my elbows but I cannot, his grip on my hair is too tight, forcing me right over the surface. I squeeze my eyes shut as the pain becomes too much.

  "Elijah, stop!" I gasp.

  He stops before I even finish my words and he pulls out of me gently.

  "Ah."I wince. I grasp my tummy and gasp for air.

  He turns me to face him and forces me to look up at him, his hand on my chin. My heart stops when I see him. He's crying, tears have literally stolen every inch of his face.

  "Elijah." I whisper broken.

  "Is this what you want? Hm? For me to fuck you like I don't care?" He snaps, his eyes red a rimy.

  This is too much, what have I done? I take his face in my hands and try to wipe his monsoon of tears away. He lowers his head in shame while still in my hands. I try to pull his eyes back up to mine but it's hard, he's forcing his head down in shame. I kiss his cheek tenderly.

  "I'm sorry." I whisper. "Make love to me, Elijah. Please."

  He grabs my hips and effortlessly lifts me up onto the worktop, my derrière is cold against the granite. He moves between my legs, and with one hand grasping his erection, he enters me slowly, eyes locked with mine. Tenderly, he slides in and out, in and out. I fall into a mental ecstasy while gazing at him. With both his hands on my hips, he pushes deep inside me and starts to circle slowly.

  "Ah." I moan.

  I grasp his forearms to steady myself. I'm building fast, euphoria, it's coming for me.

  "I want you to cum inside me, Elijah."

  He stops and pants viciously. "Anile, do you want another baby?" He whispers, still staring right into my eyes.

  I say nothing, I just nod my head in desperation. He wraps his arms around me and pulls me off of the worktop. I tie my legs around his waist. He's deep inside me, deliciously deep.

  "I love you, Princess. And I will give you whatever you want." He says breathlessly.

  I steal his face in my hands and kiss his swollen lips. He starts to roll around inside me and this is my undoing, I mentally crash.

  "Ahhh!"I cry out.

  I cannot kiss him any longer, I just cannot catch my breath. I push my face between his shoulder and cheek and tense every muscle I possess. My explosion is magnificent, more than anything I have ever felt before. I feel free, my sex is alive and endlessly pulsating to the beat of my orgasm. I start to slide down his slick body, I have no strength left in my legs. He grabs my derrière tightly and jumps me up a few times so I'm firm on his hips. I run my tongue along his shoulder, he tastes salty - it's a delicious taste. I suck a few times because I just cannot get enough of the way he tastes.

  "Oh fuck!" He moans, and almost bucks forward.

  I wrap my arms around his shoulders and hold on tight to his neck, it's a little hard though, he's so sweaty. He takes a few steps forward and grabs the worktop with one hand. I feel like I might fall out of his arms, so I hold on tight. And with only one arm holding me up, he cums. He cums so aggressively that I feel his ejaculation wet around my sex. I cum again, folding over every time I hear him pant with desire. Ecstasy and love and a feverish heat attack my system. I literally become nothing in his arms, nothing but a sensation.

  He suddenly stills inside me, and I come down from my rush quickly. Slowly, he sets me on my feet. Once I feel the cold floor against my sole's, he grasps the worktop with both hands and gasps for air. He steals the kitchen roll and pulls off a few pieces of tissue.

  "Here." He passes it to me.

  I wipe myself dry, although I wish I didn't, I love feeling him all over me. Once I'm dry, I peer over at him. He's still panting aggressively.

  "Elijah, are you okay?" I ask, one hand offering sympathy on his back.

  He reaches around and takes my hand and brings it to his lips. He kisses my hand a few times and then cradles it, still leaning over the worktop and panting.

  "Anile, I love you with every inch of me, I love you so much that I feel your pain," he stands up straight, still holding my hand. He faces me and eyes me intensely, "do not ever ask me to fuck you like that ever again - not while you are sad." He says, and it almost sounds like he's begging me.

  "I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me. My emotions are all over the place, Elijah." That's the truth, I honestly have no idea why I acted like that, it
's not me.

  "No, I don't want an apology, I want a promise." He tugs at my hand and pulls me into his arms. He's still sweaty. I again steal a taste, moulding my lips around his upper chest, I kiss him.

  "Promise me, Anile." He says, cupping the back of my head.

  "I promise." I whisper against him.

  Chapter Four

  THE FIRE IS warm, Elijah's arms wrapped around my body are warm. We are huddled in front of the fireplace on the soft fur rug, a silk white blanket covering only our waists. Elijah is spooning me, he's still naked and pressed hard against me. I pull his hand beneath me further and cradle it beneath my chin. Soft piano music is in the background, Chopin.

  Elijah props himself up on one elbow from behind me. "What are you thinking about?" He whispers into my ear. He kisses my cheek tenderly.

  "I'm thinking about the first time I saw you."

  He snuggles against me, I feel him smile against my cheek.

  "The memory of seeing you in the cafeteria is still fresh in my mind." He laughs a little.

  "How do you remember it?" I ask, turning on my back so I can look up at him.

  "Well," he starts to gently tickle my naked chest with the tips of his fingers, "I remember how shocked I was when I saw your C.V. I remember turning into a mass mess while trying to arrange your interview." He shakes his head while in dismay. "I remember when I had Hester call you to offer you the job and you told her you already have another job. I was panicked, I couldn't believe it."

  "What did you do?" I ask while frowning, and the penny drops - I think he killed my job at CB's Law Firm.

  He smiles down at me. "I paid the owner of CB's to lose you your job."

  I shake my head while smiling like an idiot. "I thought it was odd." I *sigh* long and steely. "The lengths you go to, to get what you want." I joke.

  "You have no idea."

  I raise my eyebrows at him - eh, yeah Darks, I think I do have an idea!

  "Alright, maybe now you do have an idea." He laughs.

  He leans down and kisses the end of my nose. "You look really pretty when you are flush."

  "Well thank you." I joke, turning puce on cue.

  "You know that I have always loved you, don't you?" He whispers.

  The air suddenly changes between us, turning from light, jest and relaxing, to serious.

  I shake my head. "No, I didn't, but I do now." I smile up at him.

  "For so many years I watched you grow into this magnificent woman. I insured your protection, your success, I always wanted you to be happy."

  My heart picks up at the memory of him stalking me. "Elijah, you know the way you stalked me wasn't normal, don't you?"

  He smiles viciously. "I know." He says, proud I think. "I wasn't hiding in the shadows though, Anile, it was always through my PI, your teachers, your friends."

  I start to fiddle with his hand that's now rested on my chest. "I'm glad you fell for me though, I don't think I could ever love anyone the way I love you."

  He takes my chin gently between his fingers. "I have lived a long and hard life, loved parents, cared for women, travelled the world, I have met so many different people, but I have never come across such a perfect woman, Anile. Not many women who think the way you do, would have stuck around to be with me - not for all the right reasons."

  "Derek thought I was crazy for staying with you, and maybe too weak to walk away." I lower my gaze.

  "What you have isn't weakness, it's strength beyond many others capabilities. People may judge you and deem you as weak, but they don't know what it takes to stick by someone like me, and survive what you have survived, Anile. It's strength in its most strongest form."

  "That's nice to hear." I whisper.

  "It's nice to have you still in my life."

  I seize his cheek in the palm of my hand. "Well, I told you, I am never going anywhere."

  He kisses me tenderly, and as usual, my pout swells beneath him, deliciously swells. I take his face in both hands and hold him gently. He breaks our kiss and eyes me for a moment, only an inch away from my face.

  "I love you, Princess."

  I smile affectionately. "I love you too." I kiss him once more.

  He lays back down behind me and cradles me in his arms. I lay, still, in his arms for a while. I run my fingers over his arms, playing with the dust of hair, and wonder how long he has been alone in this house.

  "Elijah, where is your maid?"

  "I sacked her, I didn't want anyone around me."

  "Oh." I say shocked. He was properly alone. The thought hurts, deep within my chest. I wonder what he did? He wasn't working - what was he doing? Hmmm, trying to paint maybe? I'd like to see him paint.

  "Elijah."

  "Yes, Princess?"

  "I want to see you paint."

  I wonder what he looks like while he's completely lost in his desires.

  "You know, no other woman - apart from my Mother - has ever taken an interest in me like that."

  His confession hurts my soul. I roll over - still in his arms - and face him. "I want to see all your talents - and not just in the bedroom." I joke to lighten the mood.

  While a few seconds pass, he stares at me in question - he's contemplating something.

  "Would you let me paint you? Here, now?"

  Okay, now my head is swelling. "You want me to be your model? Your life model?" I smile.

  "Yes, what do you say?"

  "I say... no!" I gasp, wide-eyed, but I'm joking.

  His entire expression drops and he looks worried. He shuffles his arm out from beneath me and sits up right.

  "Princess, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you!" He says in a high pitched voice.

  "Gotcha."I joke, poking him gently in the side.

  "Cheeky moo!" He jokes, and without warning, he starts to viciously tickle me, his fingers digging into my ribs and my sides.

  "Elijah, ha ha, stop! Stop, before I wet myself!"

  He stops and eyes me shrewdly. "I don't mind a golden shower, as long as you are on top of me."

  My mouth is set in a firm o. "That is... rank!" I gasp. I seize my face with both my hands. I peer out of my grip, from between my fingers.

  "It feels good, trust me." He winks.

  I release my face and screw my mouth up. "Maybe next time you are down-south, I will... piss in your mouth!" I joke in hope that he will be weirded out.

  "That's also fine by me."

  I pull my legs up to my chest while still laying down and burst out laughing. "You are so disgusting."

  "Well thank you." He smiles proud. "Wait here, I'm going to fetch something."

  He rises to his feet. The silk blanket slides off of his perfect body and lands to cover my tummy. He makes his way out of the living area and I watch his perfect bubble butt tense with his long strides. He has an amazing arse. While laying down, I peer up at the ceiling. The way this house is built is an architect's dream. The oak beams are all exposed, and cross over one another to form the structure. I wonder if Elijah built this place for himself or if he brought it like this?

  I catch him entering the living area in the corner of my eye, and he has a painting easel in his arms. There is a huge white blank canvas on the stand. My eyes are wide, he wants to paint me now? I thought he was joking! I quickly sit up.

  "You want to do this now?"

  "Why not? It's not like we have jobs to go to tomorrow." He says.

  "How very responsible of you." I joke.

  He sets the easel down in front of the fire place and pulls it open. Once he's finished organizing the easel, he goes and seizes the coffee table from the front of the sofa. He slides the coffee table over to me.

  "Why do you need the coffee table there?"

  "You will see." He winks.

  I have to say, I like that wink, it oozes sex. I bite down on my lower lip as my sex becomes idly alive again.

  He walks over to the kitchen - still perfectly naked. He collects the decanter of brandy and two tumbler
glasses and returns to me. He sets the decanter and the glasses down onto the coffee table and pours us both a drink. He passes me an almost full glass.

  "Oh." I say, grasping the picture - he moved the coffee table to me so I don't have to get up to set my drink down.

  "Down the hatch." He jokes while clinking glasses with me.

  "Elijah," I eye him strangely, "you are not meant to pour this much brandy into a glass." I joke. The glass is full to the brim.

  "Says who?"

  While blinking rapidly, I try to come up with an answer, but in all honesty, I have absolutely no idea why people fill their brandy glasses only a quarter full. I shake my head.

  "Down the hatch." I say, and I take a large gulp. Holy hell that's hot, but sweet and refreshing. It burns all the way down my throat and heats my tummy.

  "Now, lay back, pull the silk blanket off and stay still. I don't want to tell you how to pose, I want you to decide, I want the painting to be natural."

  I frown. Aren't artists' meant to guide their models? I roll my eyes and do as I'm bid. I place my glass of brandy on the coffee table and lay back. I pull the silk off of my tummy and lay flat for a few seconds, then, I think to bend my knees up and place my feet flat against the fur rug. With my knees up, it's now down to my hands. I swallow hard. I hold one hand flat across my tummy, and my other, I push it behind my head.

  "Is this okay, Sir?"I joke.

  "Perfect." He says.

  He pulls open a little wooden box that's at the bottom of the blank canvas, revealing a pallet of water colours and a ton of brushes.

  "That's a very advance easel."

  "Before you, I had only money to burn."

  I giggle. "And now you have me to play with."

  He gazes up while thinking hard. "That sounds very dirty, little Anile."

  "Well, you have made me a dirty thinker."

  He shakes his head. "How terrible of me."

  "Yes Darks, how bad of you." I say oh so serious.

  While laughing, he says, "now lay still and think of me."

  "Why should I think of you?" I frown.

  "Because hopefully a look of sensual erotica will grace your pretty face."