Chapter 27
Elias’s footsteps echoed softly as he approached the curb where Jace stood alone, shoulders stiff, eyes flickering with surprise and a trace of something else, vulnerability, maybe.
“What are you doing here?” Jace’s voice was sharp, defensive, but it cracked just enough to reveal the confusion underneath.
Elias didn’t answer with words. Instead, he closed the distance in a few strides, his hand firm but gentle as it closed around Jace’s wrist. Before Jace could protest, he was being pulled toward the waiting passenger side, made to sit down and the elias then closes the door
Elias goes to the drivers sit and the door clicked locked behind them with a soft finality.
Elias grabbed the wheel, heart pounding with a mix of frustration and desire. He glanced at jace. “You planned to walk all the way home? That drive is long, Jace. How were you expecting to get there on foot?”
Jace’s jaw tightened. “I didn’t have any money. I couldn’t just stand there.”
There was something about that simple admission that made Elias’s chest tighten. The raw honesty beneath Jace’s guarded exterior tugged at something fierce inside him.
Elias exhaled slowly, then tilted his head, eyes narrowing playfully yet carefully. “Then why did you stop where you did? Were you hypnotized? Kidnapped and dumped in the middle of nowhere?”
A sarcastic laugh broke from Jace’s lips. “Ha. Good one.” His gaze flashed briefly to Elias, accusingly because Elias was partly to blame for him losing focus and missing his stop.
“And besides,” Jace continued, voice low but edged, “you didn’t tell me how you knew I was there. Did you follow me?”
Elias met his gaze squarely, the fire in his eyes undeniable. “Yes. You just left, so I had to follow you.”
“Why?” The question hung heavy between them.
Elias’s voice dropped, almost a growl. “Like I’ve always said… you are mine. You belong to me.”
Jace’s eyes darkened with anger and hurt. “You keep saying that, Elias. But you didn’t do shit when your father humiliated me in front of everyone. Do you pick and choose when I’m yours? Or are you just so scared of your father?”
The words hit Elias like a slap. His grip on the steering wheel tightened until his knuckles went white. Without a word, he slammed on the brakes, the tires screeching against the asphalt. The sudden stop jolted Jace forward, who gasped and turned sharply toward him.
“Elias! What the hell?” Jace’s voice trembled between shock and frustration.
Elias didn’t respond. He just stared intensely, deeply into Jace’s eyes. The weight of that silence was almost unbearable.
Then, with a slow, deliberate movement, Elias closed the final inches between them. His hands rose to cradle Jace’s face, thumbs brushing over tense cheekbones as his lips pressed fiercely against Jace’s.
The kiss was fiery and commanding an undeniable claim, a raw confession wrapped in passion. Jace tried to pull away, but Elias’s hold was firm and unrelenting. Instead, something inside Jace gave way. He melted into the kiss, returning the fire with equal fervor.
Breaths mingled and quickened, hearts pounding in wild sync. The world outside the car ceased to exist their universe had shrunk to the soft heat of lips, the electric pulse of skin against skin, the slow, teasing dance of fingers exploring familiar territory.
When Elias finally pulled back just enough to whisper, his voice thick with emotion, “I’m sorry, Jace… for what happened that night. I should have—”
But Jace silenced him with another kiss, urgent and tender, as if stealing the words before they could break the fragile spell.
The car’s interior grew heavy with the scent of their closeness. Hands slid over backs and shoulders, tracing the curves and planes of desire. Jackets slipped away, buttons undone with trembling fingers. The gentle brush of breath on heated skin was nothing but intoxicating.
Elias’s eyes locked with Jace’s, fierce and vulnerable all at once. This was different. This wasn’t just a desperate fling or a reckless surrender like the other times, it was something deeper, more intense, more urgent. It was making love in the way only two souls who had fought so hard to hold onto each other could.
The outside world was muffled, the distant hum of a few cars passing by with the flicker of neon lights radiating off of them. Anyone could have seen them but they didn't care because inside the car, every whispered word, every soft moan, every desperate sigh was magnified.
Their bodies moved in perfect harmony, slow and deliberate. Elias’s hands cradled Jace’s face, tangled in his hair, memorizing every inch. Jace arched into him, matching every movement, every breath, every silent promise.
It was a dance as old as time, but uniquely theirs, passionate, fierce, and utterly consuming.
Afterward, they lay pressed together in the dim glow of the dashboard, foreheads touching, breaths still coming fast.
Elias’s voice broke the silence first, low and trembling. “I love you, Jace.”
Jace’s eyes shone, lost in this perfect moment he says “I love you too, Elias.”