Chapter28

#Chapter28

Elijah*

Eyes flutters open at the sound of seagulls and crashing waves rouse me up. My chest weighed down having me looking down to it seeing her upper naked half sleeping on me creating a smile on my face. It feels good to have her back, in my arms, on my bed, where

she belongs. The night held so much memories, our bodies tangled on every inch of the room and the bed. Her warm flesh teasing every common sense in my head which flies away with a kiss of her lips, the touch of her hands, those beautiful hazels looking at me sucking the life I have left. She just has to be a witch.

Driving me crazy but at same time fucking with my brains, my body, my heart. Chuckling softly I only thought this day will never come, it did. The Russian King has himself running over the world for a little Latina. Having her in my arms, under me in the throes of the night have me thinking what a joke my life has been without her all those years. A caricature.