Chapter 12 Claimed by the Night
He released his grip on her hands, letting her fingers wander wildly across his sweat-slicked back, her nails clawing his skin as a vent for the pleasure reaching its limit. Elijah quickened his tempo, every movement filled with a rhythm that dominated Elena's body, forcing her to let go of the last remnants of her sanity.
Elena felt as if she were being pulled into a powerful current. The sound of skin meeting skin, Elijah’s intoxicating masculine scent, and the sensation of fullness pressing against her caused her to lose all self-control.
"Elijah... please, don't stop... I... I want more!" Elena moaned, her hips moving reflexively to his rhythm, demanding more pressure, more union.
Elijah smirked, a mischievous expression crossing his handsome face. He leaned down, pressing their sweat-beaded foreheads together while his movements below became increasingly intense and rapid.
"You will get everything you want, Elena. But remember this well," Elijah whispered directly against her lips, which were swollen from kissing. "After tonight, there is no going back. You haven't forgotten, have you? I am your personal gigolo now."
Elijah pulled away for a moment, letting the cool New York air sweep across their sweat-drenched skin, a pause that only left Elena feeling empty and longing for more. With calm dominance, Elijah flipped Elena over, forcing her onto her hands and knees atop the disheveled silk sheets.
"Show me how much you want it, Elena," Elijah commanded lowly, his voice sounding like the decree of a ruler behind the mask of a gigolo.
Elena obeyed without protest, her hips instinctively arching high, offering herself completely to the man she had considered a commoner only hours ago. This position made her feel incredibly exposed and vulnerable, yet the look in Elijah’s eyes as he watched her back provided a sensation far more intoxicating than the dignity she had long held sacred.
Elijah gripped Elena’s waist firmly, his fingers as if trying to leave permanent marks on her porcelain skin. He leaned forward, pressing his broad chest against her back, and whispered words that stripped away the last of her pride.
"Look at you now, the honorable Ms. Vance, bent over for your favorite gigolo," Elijah chuckled cynically as he began to deliver powerful, deeper thrusts from behind. "Has your husband ever seen you this messy? Does he know his wife prefers to be served by a gigolo rather than wait for a phone call from him?"
"Ahhh! Elijah... be quiet... don't talk!" Elena shrieked, her head burying into the pillow as the full sensation and wild rhythm hit her again.
Elijah did not stop; instead, he pushed his tempo even faster. Every thrust felt full and demanding, claiming every corner of Elena’s body as if seeking to erase the trace of any man who had been there before. Elijah’s hand reached forward, pulling Elena’s hair back slightly so he could see her reflection in the large glass window facing the skyscrapers.
"Open your eyes, Elena! See who possesses you!" Elijah barked.
Elena struggled to open her eyes and saw their reflection in the glass—a man who looked so strong and powerful conquering her in the middle of a luxurious New York night. At that point, Elena realized she no longer wanted freedom. She wanted Elijah, regardless of his true identity.
The uncontrollable passion reached its climax once more. Elijah's thrusts became faster and merciless, bringing Elena to the brink of an extraordinary release. Elena's body trembled violently, her voice breaking into wordless whimpers as she felt a wave of pleasure sweep away her entire consciousness.
A few moments later, Elijah let out a low groan of satisfaction, burying his face between Elena's shoulders as they both collapsed together on the bed, their breaths heavy in dark harmony.
Elijah kissed Elena's still-shivering shoulder and whispered softly in a tone that was chillingly cold yet sweet.
"Sleep well, My Lady. Tomorrow morning, you will wake up as a new woman... and you are entirely mine."
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The morning sunlight filtered through the gaps in the curtains, illuminating the apartment unit that had been a silent witness to the sheer heat of Elena and Elijah’s passion the night before.
She slowly opened her eyes, feeling an eerie yet soothing silence. Memories of the previous night flashed through her mind, bringing both a sense of warmth and an unexplainable restlessness.
As she regained full consciousness, her sense of smell caught something irresistible. The aroma of sautéed garlic and freshly brewed coffee filled the room. Elena climbed out of bed, slipped into her silk robe, and made her way toward the kitchen.
There, Elijah stood casually in front of the stove. He looked different from the passionate figure of the night before; there was a calmness about him that seemed almost elegant as he moved.
"Finally, you're awake," Elijah said without turning around, his voice sounding lighter than it had the previous night.
He turned, placing a breakfast plate on the dining table. His eyes locked onto Elena’s with an unreadable expression—still sharp, yet laced with a hint of tenderness.
"Breakfast is part of our agreement today. You’ll need the strength to face what awaits you out there," Elijah continued, pulling out a chair for her.
"What do you mean?" Elena asked, confused about what exactly was waiting for her.
"Hm, I mean, you start work today, so you need to prepare your body to feel fresh and energized," Elijah replied, though of course, that wasn't what he truly meant.
But... well, Elena didn't need to know that, did she?
Elena sat down, her feelings still a tangled mess. On one hand, she felt alienated by the situation, yet on the other, Elijah's attention provided a comfort she had never received from Morgan.
As she enjoyed the breakfast he had prepared, Elena realized that her relationship with Elijah was no longer a mere transaction. There was a much deeper game of power and emotion unfolding between them.
Elijah then glanced at his phone on the table, spotting an incoming notification regarding stock market movements involving the Vance family. A faint, secretive smile played on his lips before he shifted his focus back to Elena.