The entire day was spent wisely on sweet love making, pampering and laughing. It was like a new spark grew overnight in Elijah's eyes, glowing so magnificent and beautiful. He smiled the past hours more than he has done the past two months and a half I have known him. The craziest two and half months of my life but for what it's worth, I'm grateful, happy and fulfilled.
Meeting the man who became the father of our child, my lost long brother, one enemy down and one more to go, a very engaged pregnant woman to the Russian mafia King.
Splendiferous.
Sitting in front of the vanity mirror touching the last makeup on my face smiling like I got no care in the world. My hand slowly caress my belly humming a tune for the baby as I prepare to meet Elijah who is patiently waiting outside for me. This time my hair fell in its natural loose bouncy curl as I apply a wing liner to my eyes and brushing my lashes there after then smacking my vamp colored lips together. I sit up strutting out of the room, the den and the foyer out the patio catching the five o'clock shadow of a man watching as the water roars, slapping against huge boulders looking so peaceful.
Giddy as ever while still trying to ease down the heavy flush on my face stepping onto the soft white sand of the beach walking towards Elijah who turns at the sound of my steps, he looks at me in awe like he sees an angel. My white floral short dress blows with the wind, my hair dancing joyfully with me trying to tuck it behind my ears severally proving futile. Silver grey watches me captivatingly taking my eyes off from him to his godlike body like a merman out from the sea clothed in white pants and matching shirt showing off his rock abs and beautiful tattoos. His usually styled hair sleek back looks unkept and rugged for the first time giving him a very bad boy Russian look.
There's no denial this Russian is indeed a handsome motherfucker.
A naughty grin plasters on his face catching my lusty eyes. I blush furiously biting my lower lips composing myself walking closer to where he stood waiting for me.
"Beautiful as always Nia." He pauses raking his eyes all over me in admiration if not pride behind measure before coming to my smirking face. "You never fail to keep me mesmerized, I fall deeper as the seconds ticks by for you." Absentmindedly, he reaches for my arm caressing it with a far off look crossing his handsome face. "I'm sure many of whom I recognise a few is ready to snatch you away from me if possible. What are the odd of their failure?" Drawing closer to kiss my chin before planting a chaste kiss to my hand.
"You tell me." I retort rising on a tiptoe connecting our lips together. You could hear the possessiveness of his baritone voice, the ugly green of jealousy knocking on the door to his heart. He needs an assurance, one that has and will always be there. We kissed softly for a long time, enjoying the softness of our lips, little moans escaping as our hands caress each other. If only he knows nothing will ever occupy his place in my heart, a heart he conquered freely.
I love Elijah for free, and I own the Russian wolf.
Pulling apart breathlessly, heads rest on each other smiling sheepishly, his roguish grin titillates my blush growing darker. Already missing the feel of his lips on mine, my tongue darts out moistening it gazing down to the tattoos on his skin "It's all yours, you know."
Soft chuckles escapes my lips stepping out our bubble. "The food won't eat itself." His head tilts in a sexy manner at which I pull him towards the already set table with a cozy setting having dinner under the moonlight shine. Clanks of cutlery plays in the background, our eyes clashing abruptly as we both made subtle glances at each other it was almost comical to watch. Burying my head in my plate I continue eating, small talks making light the dinner till we are both done taking a walk on the beach.
A heavy wind blows almost throwing me off balance causing Elijah to chuckle amusedly who pulls me in his embrace. Confusion crosses my face watching him crouch low till he take a sit on the sand stretching his hand to me or more like tugging me down to him. Giggling, I sit in between his legs resting solely on him. I give a content sigh. "La vita è ricchezza." (Life is riches.)
"What is that?" Kissing my hair wrapping both strong arms under my bosom. My head tilts up kissing his five o'clock beards.
"It means 'Life is riches.' Something my pa used to say to us."
"He must be a wise man."
"A very wise man indeed. I wish he is here to see all this...to meet you." I couldn't help but feel the absence of their presence scratching the mental walls in my head.
"I'm sure wherever he is he must be very proud of the woman you are today."
"You think so?" Running his fingers through my hair he says.
"I know so because times over again you have proven yourself to no one but yourself. Beautiful, sophisticated, alluring, smart, a Queen. My Queen." The last word made my heart skip a beat. I know I belong to Elijah but hearing him utter the words got me high on a bliss.
"Elijah." Calling, I pull him down for yet another soulful kiss.
Pulling apart, we watch the beautiful serenity of the moonlight shining bright as ever with crashing sea waves soothing our ears. So peaceful. "Today we celebrate us, tomorrow we conquer our enemies." He affirms pulling me tighter to him.
Today I celebrate my engagement, tomorrow we hunt down every one posing as a threat to our union.