Elijah*
If dreams can be this vivid I pray to whatever God up there not to wake me up anytime soon but this isn't a dream or a fiction of my imagination. It is real. Her soft small hands that are wrapped on my neck, her plump lips kissing the air out of my lungs because she takes my breath away. Her soft skin against the palm of my hand and fuck me! Those sweet moans emanating from her lips. She is real.
Breathlessly we pull away. "Ho- how did you find me?" She asks.
"I don't know." Of a true, I came for a covert information to this part of the city which I thought proved ineffectual in the search of her. All in my mind was to have Dominique brought in, tortured and killed when I get back only to see her again going into the restaurant with Leandro. I had to see for myself that what happened in the street of Sicily do not repeat itself. Getting a table just outside the restaurant watching them converse and there she is, a glass separating us and none of them took notice of the man reading the papers while having his drink.
My heart beats erratically in my chest seeing what beholds my eyes. She is alive. I knew I wasn't crazy so I had to act fast watching her stand up in anger. A smile came on my face at such luck. Quickly, I trailed behind the company who left the restaurant, ever been the cunning vixen she is; I watch her take them deeper into the perfect spot before pulling the trigger on both men who fell down dead. I knew she will act drastic if I didn't show myself and fuck I needed to kiss her, to get acquainted with those lips once again. Nudging her with my gun had her walking farther into the dark streets before revealing myself to her.
"Elijah." She began to tear up. "He wants to kill the baby if I don't accept to marry him." She sobs on my chest. My face morphs into a scowl hearing those words looking about for anyone amiss not still comfortable we are out in the open.
"Come on, let's get out of here. We are not in a friendly and he will soon notice you have been long gone." She nods drying her tears taking a step out. Not being able to resist I yank her forward crashing her lips on mine. "Fuck, I missed you princess." She giggles kissing back.
Sonia*
A sweet sigh escapes my lips with a smile plastered on my face hearing the sound of seagulls from afar rousing me up from the best sleep I have had in forever. The soft sheets caress the skin of my hand that stretches out for Elijah, cold sheets welcomes me. Sitting up in fear thinking it was all a dream, the blinding sunlight hits me hard causing me to hiss in disdain before letting out a deep groan rubbing my eyes.
"Elijah?" I call pulling the beige sheets off me eyes noticing we are sailing on a boat. My feet pads on the wooden floor seeing I am on a boat, again. Flashes of the past hits me hard causing my feet to retreat back on the bed when the boat exploded and I was shot with a dart gun watching it throw Elijah far away. Alejandro cruel laugh watching me go in and out of unconsciousness when he kept me on a different boat as I heard Elijah scream into the night calling for me. I wanted to call back that I am here, I am alive but my eyes were heavy till I finally welcome the darkness.
Expelling deeply I place my feet on the floor telling myself I can do it and Elijah will not let anyone harm me. Steps after steps I came out searching for my man who is in deep conversation with the captain.
A soft smile came to my lips watching him, typically he looks like something out of a vampire episode. His extremely pale skin play a beautiful contrast behind black slacks and dress shirt while those greys hide behind a black RayBan. He tall form stood high and proud looking at the captain before it snaps to mine causing a cherry blush to appear on my face. His lips twitch into amusement having the blush go fifty shades darker on my heated face while he converse with the captain. I don't what is it about this man that has my heart leaping like that of a teenager. Thumps like the drums from the west, dancing into the fiery
night into its solace. Nothing and no one can be compared to him.
I try to get myself to stop gawking at his sexy self like a deranged psycho. I walk up to him with the captain excusing himself. "You are awake." His hands falls on my cheeks caressing it softly.
"Mmh." Leaning in, I kiss his hand. His grey pools look intensely at me as it shines behind the shade. Stop gawking Sonia. Sighing I look away observing the boat. "You got a new boat." Meeting his eyes which never left mine.
What is he trying to do? Give me a heart attack. Probably let me fall deeper than I already am with him. Because if so, it is definitely working.
"I don't keep count of how many they are." Is his cocky reply causing me to roll my eyes, his lips perk up finding my action amusing. "How are you feeling?"
"Better when I'm with you." And it is true, with Elijah I feel safer, protected, loved as all pieces fits into place.
His eyes bores into mine and I hate that I love it when he affects me. "What is it?" Shaking my head feeling too prideful to utter the words. His smouldering gaze rakes over the softness of my exposed leg till it got to where his white shirt shield my body from his eyes. My body, mind and soul scream for me to have him but that will make me seem needy. A wanton mess.
"What do you want princess?" He tilts my head to meet his. His eyes left mine catching my puckered nipples pressed against his shirt, I breath in which in fact is a moan. Teasing, his fingers plays with the hardened nipples fluttering my eyes close another moan escapes.
The sane part of me tells me to stop, that I am still recovering and we have things to talk about; and then again the side hungry for this Russian King wants him, crave for him to ravish me. My pussylips creams more feeling his hand creep into my maroon lace panties giving away my arousal by the wetness on his hand.
"You know you just have to ask for anything and I will do it." He whispers nibbling my earlobe before pulling away watching me.
Slowly my eyes rise to meet his awaiting gaze. "I- I need you."