Chapter 168: Chapter 168
Amara smiled, biting her lower lip as her gaze lingered on Elias’s bare back. The sight of his tattoo alone made her dizzy.
Clutching her satin nightgown together, she stepped closer and slipped her arms around him from behind.
She had washed her face, and applied her moisturiser immediately after her call with her mum to avoid him noticing her tears.
After a full time rehearsal, she decided to come downstairs and ignore him. However, it seems like he has everything planned out. It’s either that, or her hormones were against her.
Elias chuckled, his movements at the gas slowing. His muscles flexed in relaxation, surprised she was making a move like this.
Amara traced her nails from his chest down to his waistline, dragging a sharp breath from him as his head fell back. She smirked, sliding her hand lower while her other hand teased his nipple.
With a sudden turn, Elias caught her mouth in a kiss. His lips were urgent and hungry. She kissed him back eagerly, undoing his belt with nimble fingers.
Her desire was loud enough to make him ignore the rest of the world.
He shut off the gas completely and spun fully toward her, deepening the kiss until she melted against him.
Her hands worked the leather free, and as the buckle came undone, she broke the kiss deliberately, holding his eyes in a sultry challenge. Then she sank obediently to her knees before him.
Elias groaned low, burying a hand in her hair, his breath uneven. Amara licked her lips deliberately, then freed him from his briefs. She smiled at his heat and hardness in her hand.
"So I’m not the only one who’s shameless, and have my morals flying out of the window when close." she thought.
Their gazes clung until she looked down, wrapping her lips around him. Elias’s grip tightened in her hair as she set a rhythm, her mouth working him deeper until his knees threatened to buckle. With a curse, he hauled her back up, crushing his mouth to hers again.
Amara gasped into the kiss, but her body melted as his desire consumed her. He reached blindly for the glass of water on the counter, gulped quickly, then bent to her chest.
The cool wetness of his mouth through her nightgown shocked a moan from her as he traced over her nipples, wetting them into hard peaks.
Her body clenched in response, knee trembling need coursing through her. She dug her nails into the firm planes of his shoulders.
Elias lifted his face and kissed her again, this time setting her onto the counter table. Amara spread her legs without hesitation, inviting him in.
He pushed her panties aside and teased her folds with his thumb, drawing a helpless gasp from her lips. His hardness pressed at her entrance but he didn’t push through yet. He tortured her with the waiting.
When he finally moved over her, bracing himself with his arms as his muscles worked, the kiss deepened until she was mindless beneath him.
Breaking away only to breathe, Elias trailed kisses from her collarbone downward, worshipping her body before kneeling. He lifted one of her long legs to his shoulder, dragging his lips along her skin before returning to her mouth again.
"Keep it quiet," he murmured, his eyes smoldering as she moaned. "Promise me?"
Her breath hitched, but she nodded, staring down at him with wide eyes.
In one swift motion, Elias pushed inside her, filling her completely. Amara arched against the counter with a gasp, adjusting to his length before rolling her hips to meet him.
The rhythm built, deep and relentless. Their eyes locked as Elias drove into her, each thrust sending waves of fire through her. Her hands flew up, grasping for anything to hold on to, as her body writhed beneath him.
He bent, sucked at her nipples, and tore her gown aside with his teeth. His tongue and teeth marked her as his hips kept pace. His control was unraveling.
Amara’s toes curled. Her body shook when he rolled his hips in a slow circle before thrusting again, harder this time. Her cry broke through the air, and he laughed low at the sound, pulling her up against him.
Her arms locked around his neck. She smacked his ass playfully, and he laughed again before kissing her with wild heat.
He broke just enough to breathe against her lips, whispering hoarsely, "Sei bellissima... la mia rovina."
The words tipped her over the edge. Her body shattered around him, pleasure crashing through her as she cried his name.
Elias followed instantly, thrusting deep as his own release took him. His knees weakened, and he collapsed forward, catching himself just enough so he wouldn’t crush her with his full weight.
His forehead pressed to hers, their breath mingling, as their bodies trembled together in the aftershocks of a mind shattering orgasm.
Amara clung to him, her lips brushing his ear as her body still pulsed with afterglow.
Elias stayed buried inside her until the last tremor shook through his body. His forehead pressed to hers, breath hot, his hands gripping the counter edge so hard she swore the marble might crack.
Then, slowly, he eased out of her. She winced at the sudden emptiness, her thighs twitching against the counter.
Before she could regain balance, Elias’s arms slid under her and lifted her in one clean move.
"Put me down," Amara muttered against his shoulder, though her arms locked around his neck anyway.
"No." His voice was gravel, low and stubborn. "Not after that. You can barely stand."
She hated that he was right. Her legs still shook, traitorous against him. She turned her face away, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing how undone she was.
Elias carried her through the hall, every step was sure and controlled, like he was making a point. He wanted her to feel how easily he could hold her, carry her, and take her wherever he pleased.
When he pushed the bathroom door open with his foot, Amara’s pulse spiked. He didn’t set her down immediately. Instead, he looked at her, long and unrelenting, as if he was daring her to look away first.
Finally, he lowered her onto the counter, his palms lingering on her thighs. His eyes dragged over her face, her swollen lips, and the flush still painting her neck and chest.
"Stay," he said, turning to the sink. The single word was command, and not a request.
Amara’s chin lifted. "I wasn’t planning to run."
"Good."
He let the tap run until steam curled into the air, then soaked a towel under the water. When he turned back, there was something in his eyes that made her chest clench. It was not softness exactly, but a raw intensity.
Kneeling before her, Elias spread her knees apart again, and she tensed. His gaze flicked up to hers, sharp and questioning. She didn’t look away.
The warm cloth met her skin, dragging slowly over her thighs, cleaning away the evidence of what they had just done. His touch was maddening, not sexual, but not detached either. It was intimate in a way she didn’t know how to survive.
Her throat tightened. "You don’t have to—"
"Don’t tell me what I don’t have to do," Elias cut in, his voice rough but low. His hand stilled, gripping her thigh as he leaned closer. "I want to. I need to."
Amara swallowed hard, her fingers curling against the edge of the counter. She wanted to push him away, to tell him to stop pretending he could be gentle but the longer he knelt there, the harder it was to breathe.
When he finally set the towel aside, Elias pressed his mouth to the inside of her knee. Just one kiss, lingering, before he stood again.
"Better?" he asked, his voice husky, almost mocking, but his eyes gave him away. He needed her answer more than she wanted to admit.
She exhaled shakily. "It’ll do."
A smirk tugged at his mouth, but he didn’t call her out. Instead, he scooped her up again, ignoring her small gasp, and carried her out of the bathroom.
NOTE: What Elias said in Italian means, "You are beautiful... my ruin."