The fucking traitor is on an Elsa-Viagra pill. She’s the only one who’s able to revive him to life.
“Fuck, sweetheart. If you don’t move your hand…”
“What?” she challenges.
“I’ll tie you up,” I whisper darkly into her ears and feel her sharp intake of air.
We don’t do this often, but whenever we do, Elsa lets go completely. My little Frozen gets off on having her will taken away by me during sex. She’s slowly admitting that fact to herself.
Baby steps.
She releases my cock and reaches to take off the T-shirt.
I clutch her hand, stopping her in her tracks. “I’m going to fuck you with my name branded on you, then you’ll ride me wearing it. Then I’ll take it off, tie your hands with it and fuck your little arse.”
A red hue covers her cheeks. I revel in her reaction to my words as she nibbles on her bottom lip. “All the way to Sunday?”
“All the way to fucking Sunday, sweetheart.”
My lips find hers as I ram inside her in one brutal go. My abs tighten with the ruthless force of my thrust. She arches off the bed. Her arms and legs grip around me like a vice.
In moments like these, when Elsa and I are one, the entire world vanishes.
The need to possess her beats under my skin and claws in my bones. It’s more than an obsession or even an addiction. It’s light in the darkness burning me from the inside out.
The more she holds on to me like I’m her anchor, the harder I fall into her warmth.
Being with Elsa is exactly like it was ten years ago. She always brought peace to my chaotic head.
The only difference is that I became more perverse about her company.
Kissing and hugging aren’t enough anymore. Now, she’s mine, body, heart and soul.
First, she engraved herself under my skin, then in my brain, and then into my heart. She made a cosy place for herself in there. Now, that damn thing only beats for her.
After I come deep inside her walls and bring her to orgasm two times in a row, Elsa lies limp, appearing all spent.
I’ll probably need to draw her a bath.
“Did I tell you how crazy your stamina is?” She rolls onto her side and props her elbow, facing me.
I tug on the T-shirt that’s still covering her tits. “We still didn’t do the round with this off.”
“I give up.” She laughs. “I completely give up.”
“Good. Because I wasn’t kidding. I keep my promises, sweetheart.”
A twinkle shines in her bright eyes as she nibbles on her bottom lip. She then releases it fast, thinking I won’t be able to read that gesture.
It’s useless. I already know she has something in that busy head of hers.
“What is it?”
She says nothing.
My lips tug in a smirk. “Tell me or I’ll add another round of thorough fucking.”
“You said you keep all your promises,” she starts.
“I do.”
“How about promises from ten years ago?”
So it’s about that. I smile on the inside, but I show her nothing. “I don’t know. You still didn’t decide on your university.”
We’ve been talking about this for the past few months. I was more than willing to ditch Oxford and go to Cambridge — even if it’s not the best for business management and it’d piss Jonathan off.
None of that mattered. I already decided Elsa and I will live together at university. I won’t do the whole long-distance bullshit.
“I’m ditching Oxford,” I tell her matter-of-factly. I don’t care what anyone has to say about it.
“Bummer.” She pouts. “I was thinking of applying there.”
“You were?”
“Yes. Dad and I talked and I decided to go back to my initial dream.”
“Your initial dream?”
“Yeah. I showed you the drawings when I was young.”
“Building houses.”
She nods frantically. “I’ll go to the School of Architecture at Oxford.”
“And we’ll live together.” I know I’m burning steps, but I have to hit the iron while it’s hot.
Truth is, I can never get enough of Elsa. It kills me to send her back home every other night.
I want her with me all the fucking time. I want to sleep surrounded by her warmth every night and wake up to her face every morning.
I expect her to fight and tell me she needs to think about it.
My mind is already filled with a thousand ways to convince her. I can sabotage her dorm application. I can trick her into thinking she’s rented a house with a roommate and then surprise her by showing up. I can —
Elsa reaches under the bed and brings out a bucket of chocolates. She kneels by my side, cradling the thing as her face turns bright red.
A bucket of chocolate? What the fuck?
Wait.
The name of the brand stares back at me.
Maltesers.
“When I grow up, I’m gonna buy you a bucket of Maltesers.”
“Why?”
“Because Dad says you have to buy gifts for the one you marry.”
“Marry?” I whisper.
“Yup!” She grins. “When I grow up, I’m going to marry you.”
“I’m keeping my promise, too,” she murmurs.
“You’re not the one proposing, I am.” I groan, pulling her and the stupid bucket into me. “I’m going to fucking marry you, Elsa. You’ll be my wife. My family. My fucking home.”
She nods several times, tears shining in her eyes. “You’ll be my home, too, Aiden. Always.”
Always.
I crash my mouth to hers.
Elsa is mine.
Fucking mine.
Just like I’m hers.
Always.
Next up, I’m going to put a fucking baby in her.
3
Kimberly
Age Twenty-one
I wake up submerged in pleasure.
Literally.
My legs are wide open as Xander feasts on my pussy. His wicked tongue runs up, then thrusts inside me.
I back off the bed and grab his blond strands with a force that must hurt. That doesn’t stop him, though.
He eats me like a hungry predator and I’m his poor, willing prey.
His thumb finds my clit and he does that masterful thing, flicking and circling. It’s insane how much better he knows my body than I do. How he drives me crazy with the simplest touches.
The moment he teases it between his fingers, I’m a goner.
Complete and utter goner.
I scream his name as I come undone around his tongue. My breathing is harsh and fast as he licks my sensitive folds one more time.
When his face reappears from between my legs, he’s grinning so wide that his dimples form deep creases in his cheeks.
He darts his tongue out and licks me off his lips, and I can’t help the whimper that escapes me.
Oh, God.
That will never get old.
Since we started living together when we started college three years ago, Xander always wakes me up this way or with his dick deep inside me. Bottom line, he always wakes me up with an orgasm and those mischievous dimples.
I try to wake him with my lips around his cock, but that doesn’t happen too often. One, he’s always up first, and two, he usually doesn’t like it when I take away his ‘morning fun’ as he calls it.