Elaris's POV
I pushed the door and stepped into the room quietly. At first, everything seemed normal, especially with the suffocating silence in the room. Then I turned and my eyes fell on him.
His big broad shoulders blocking off the light from the window, a lock of his hair falling over his face in a sinful C, he looked as devastatingly handsome as ever; the smile on his face as he looked at me melted my core as it always does.
Instantly, my lips dissolved in a bright smile. "Darius," I breathed. I was about to run fast into his arms, at the weight of the excitement screaming through me, when he nudged his gaze to the door.
"Lock it, Ela. You don't want anyone to—"
I was barely listening. I was already by the door, locking it shut tight from behind. Once the door clicked shut, I hurried back for him, throwing myself into his arms even before he could catch me.
He laughed as we staggered for a few moments, and I clung tight to him. "I have missed you, Darius." I breathed against his neck, pressing my body into his.
"And so have I, Ela." He breathed against my neck.
Then he stroked my hair with his fingers, slow and gentle, his fingers digging into the silky folds. Each press of our bodies against each other soaked his warmth into me. I breathed him in, the unique masculine scent of his, the woodsy scents of his cologne, everything.
I'd never been this excited in years as I hugged him tight and he held so tight to me.
"Now, will you show me just how much you have missed me, Ela?" he teased. His voice was gentle, but the mischievous tinge in it was unmistakable.
I didn't need to see his face to tell of the mischievous glint that must claim his features now.
"Say no more." I chuckled, and I leaned back, attacking his lips instantly.
He nearly reeled back at my kiss. But soon, he claimed control, and in a flash second later, I was thrown against the wall, submitting to the dictates and ginger of his kisses as he devoured my lips.
I rubbed my fingers on his back, holding onto him as he sucked at my lips, fast, breathy, and hungry, like he had been starved of me for centuries, just like I have of him.
My fingers moved to his hair, the dark curls like silk around my fingers. I yanked them hard when he pulled my lower lips between his teeth and bit gently.
"Damian." I moaned, low and rough, a million sensations racing through my veins at that moment. But they weren't pain; they were a strange variant of bliss that only he could give, and that I'd missed for the two years we have been apart.
He groaned gently against my lips as I yanked harder at his hair, my nails digging into his scalp.
He chuckled when my fist tightened harder at his hair. "I have no idea how badly I have missed this until now, you pulling my hair while I give you pleasure."
"Not so much as I have missed you," I responded. The heat of our conversation warmed up both of our mouths as he claimed my lips with more hunger and passion than before.
He licked up the insides of his mouth with his tongue, scooping up every trace, savoring it with each breathy sigh.
He pulled back at some point, his fingers moving to my back for the zip to my dress. I was steadied between his firm grip and the wall.
"Now let's see how much you miss me, Ela." He smiled darkly.
And by the next moment, his fingers rippled down my zip. Fast and efficient, my dress fell in a heap between us.
His eyes fell on my tanned skin now, both orbs blooming with raw, unfiltered lust. He traced my round breasts, packed up in my bra.
My insides burned wild, my skin felt like it was on fire beneath his gaze, and my nipples peaked so hard against my bra, it hurt. They were like thick, thorny pebbles on my chest.
His stare glazed over the smooth expanse of my tanned skin. His orbs brightened more and more with awe and lust, almost like he had never seen me naked before. When he had a hundred or more times.
"It seems you get more beautiful for me by the day, Ela." He said with pride. "Thank heavens you are mine, mine and mine alone." He declared. He had to only beat his chest to seal up the pride that claimed every inch of his features.
"Just like you are mine too, Darius." I pinched my lower lip with my teeth, sounding more seductive that I had planned to. I needed his touch, burned for it, and craved it.
I clasped my thighs around him, keeping back the heat blooming between my legs.
"So let's show each other just how much we missed each other, eh, Ela," he grated, blue roughened up with lust.
He grabbed my breasts then, his thick fingers squeezing them hard. My whole insides rippled with burning sensations, which melted into a bliss unlike any I have known for years.
I threw my head to the ceiling, shutting my eyes tight as a moan tore off my lips.
My bra fell between us just as my clothes had fallen, and when the warmth of his palm met my bare skin, his finger pinched my rock-hard nipples. Another moan crashed off my lips; I shivered in his arms.
Hell! "Darius." I breathed hard, trails of moans leaving my throat.
His wet lips met a nipple, and I quaked under his grip. My veins were a blast of furnace inside of me, and my blood dissolved into something akin to liquefied electricity as desire devoured me from within.
He worshiped a nipple with his lips, kissing, stroking, and pinching with his teeth, while he pinched hard with his finger, the other twirling it like it was a dial.
My eyes rolled at the crushing weight of desire, moans pouring hard from my lips.
My legs met the floor as he dropped me gently, and just as fast as my feet touched the floor, he went for my panties, practically tearing them off me.
The torn pieces floated to the tiles; his jeans came undone instantly. The next moment, I was flattened to the wall, my thighs in his hand, and his cock pushing between the moist lips of my sex.
He was just halfway in when the delicious bliss claimed my core. I hugged tight to him, my nails digging into his back. My eyes rolled so hard it felt heavy, like a bowling ball slamming against my skull.
His first thrust sent me against the wall, torrents of moans splitting off my throat, before I even realized they had left.
His cock stretched me wider and wider apart as he pushed himself into my moistness, deeper, until he was balls deep inside of me. By then, I had let out so many uncontrolled moans that my throat had begun to burn.
My sex wrapped around him tight, clenching as if in recognition of him; I could feel every twitch of muscles on his cock.
That made me more and more pleased; pleasure screamed through my veins. I nearly spasmed from the weight of everything.
I held tighter to him, one hand pulling hard at his hair, the other digging into his back. I needed his support desperately to combat the wave of pleasure about to knock me over from the inside with the force of a tidal wave.
Now, the moans came out louder, rougher, seeming to bleed off my soul rather than from Ku's throat.
"Keep it down, Ela. You don't want anyone to hear us." He breathed onto my neck, his breath warm, just as he rode into me again, my back grinding the hard wall.
It was hard trying to keep my voice low with millions of sensations bombarding me all at once. But I knew the risk. As much as everyone knew, we didn't know each other, and I wasn't Elaris. Our connection wasn't evidence of anything, but if anyone makes that out, then our whole plans crumble.
I pressed my lips tight against each other, sealing off in my throat the moans threatening to rip off of me, my cheeks bulging tight.
Yet, he didn't relent in his thrust, throwing me to the wall and back, and sending wave after wave of sensations roaring through my veins.
The room echoed softly with the noise of hips slapping hips. The air clogged tight with my pheromones. I breathed it in, tasted it, and filled my lungs with the scents of our passion.
He hit a spot, and this time, every moan that I had trapped in my mouth escaped, and it took every effort in me to tune it low. My eyes rolled like balls to the back of my head. I threw it against the wall; my skull ached from the pain that seized my scalp, but beneath the delicious bits of bliss each of his thrusts was sending through me, lighting all my nerves on fire, the pain was fickle. I barely felt it.
Just like I felt the tremble up my thighs and felt the spasms about to seize me as my orgasm bloomed carefully into an explosive mix, and just as it would seize control, a loud knock rapped the door.
Instantly, Darius pulled away from me, dropping me while I fought an impending orgasm as I fought the explosion of my own heart in my chest. My eyes narrowed fast to the door, just like Darius, as the knock came again, louder this time.
Fuck! Had anyone heard us?