Chapter 26: Chapter 26

"Yes! Uuh yes!"

Feeling another wave of orgasm take over me with him driving in and out of me like a mad cannon set loose. This was never the initial plan. Well, maybe.

I wanted to do something special for him, hence me in an apron working my ass off cooking, mixing and baking. Sizzling mouth watering food simmers scenting the huge kitchen wafting sweet smelling scents. Adding to top the good mood is Post Malone- psycho blasting through the speakers as I move along with the hype. Picking up my phone from the counter looking at the time, I tsk, going back to the stove. Suddenly, a timer went off. I slide towards the oven taking out the biscuits and cake.

"Mmh. Wonderful, just wonderful." I droll at the mouth watering baked goodness. Placing them on the counter, I set out the dishes in a cozy feel. I hope I get done before he wakes up.

"What are you doing?" Yelping in fright, my face snaps to Elijah walking into the kitchen bare torso in his grey sweats matching his eyes. Tattoos on a full display for me to gaze upon the tall handsome and sexy Russian. Maybe it's too early to think or classify what we are. Maybe I will get tired of him and vice versa, so what gives?

For now, I will enjoy every inch of this dark man to my satisfaction till I can't no more.

"Ugh." I drawl, eyes flitting between him and the already set table. Throwing my hands in the air. "Surprise!" I say sheepishly which he chuckles getting closer to inspect my healthy sumptuous goodness.

Undoing the strings of my apron from around my neck to reveal the sexy black lingerie I wore. I grin knowingly following his eyes that slowly shifted from the island running over my body.

"Would you love to eat before you eat?" Motioning with my eyes from the food to my body in a seductive smile. "Or eat after eating because I'm..." taking a pause to dip my index in a bowl of grapes covered in whip cream; plucking a juicy fruit in my mouth all the while looking at the very, extremely dark eyes which seems to glow. "...hungry."

Yeah. So that's how it started with me opening my big mouth and having the best sex in his kitchen, right on his island.

"Elijah! Yes! Fuck uh-huh." I moan like a wanton mess holding the island for balance as he slams inside me from behind. He slides so perfectly, fitting my insides like glove hitting the dark carvens of my walls. Black dots appears, quickly blinking it away panting and gasping for air.

"Mmh yes." Biting down on my neck slamming harder and deeper in strong thrusts. I moan so loud as he hit my spot. Gripping my waist tight, he angles to repeatedly drive me mad. Mad for him. "Elijah, oh fuck." I moan taking his sharp thrusts with everything in me.

"Fuck Nia." His groans sent a deep vibration to my core leaking and coating our thighs. My hand found his thick locks pulling at it. He groans again rolling his hips, I literally saw an angel. Face buried on the crook of my neck, he whispers sweet nothings to me in Russian. He knows how much him speaking his native tongue drives me yearning to explode. Pure bliss is all I feel. Yanking his face off my neck, I slammed my lips to his; kissing passionately as we have sex in the open kitchen. His tongue rolls over mine thrusting into my mouth like he fucks me, softly biting my lips before kissing the slight pain away. I moan and creamed for him. So wet, the sounds of slaps echoes in the open space.

"Yes Elijah. Oh fuck Papi. More, please more." I beg and plea over the fact he makes me feel good, feel loved and cared for all at once. Sex with Elijah is hard but at the same time soft and heart throbbing. His hands rolls my erect nipples, kissing my neck and back, thrusting hard into me.

"You feel so good." He groans rubbing my clit in fast circles, my head falls back to his shoulders crying out his name.

"Yes Papi. Oh yeah. Mhh Papi." I cry out as he increases his pace plunging me sharply, pinching my erect nipples and rubbing hard on my clit I got drunk in lust. So close, too close. The inner voice screams at me as I began to clench and unclench on his dick. He moans crashing his lips on mine.

"Fuck!" We scream as his pace got sloppier and my orgasm draws closer. At our very last breath, we came together relishing on our high. Slowly my eyes open coming out of the orgasmic haze meeting the food staring right back at me. My body quakes in light tremors, soon forms a deep chuckles as I burst out laughing.

I feel like I cheated on the food. Elijah's chest heaves on my back as his face felt comfortable on my neck. Tilting to face him, I left a soft kiss on his cheek.

"I wanted to make something special for you." His eyes open in a wide grin.

"And you did. Everything about you will always be special to me." We kiss each other softly as he slowly thrusts in and out of me. Ugh feels so good. I let him, moaning softly rolling my hips to match his thrusts. Placing a chaste kiss on my neck he pulls away turning me to look at him. His grey eyes shines so bright I want to live in it. Lips plump and swollen from the kisses, hair disheveled; still yet he looks so perfect gazing down at me. I couldn't help the hands that trails over his body, running along his tattoos, abs and his dick anticipating my touch. Licking my chapped lips, I blush meeting his eyes on me in a smouldering gaze.

"Elijah, I..." His phone rings. I peep to see Alexei profile appear. Damn you Alexei. Sulking, I snatch what's left of my robe to cover myself with.

"Hold on." He excuse himself answering the call. "Alexei?"

"Gde ty?" (Where are you?) His face morphs into a deep frown.

"Sdelatʹ eto nemedlenno." (Get it done immediately.) Is something wrong? I was about to ask.

"Sorry you were saying?" I look at him sensing something off about the mysterious call with Alexei.

"Nothing." I muse. My heart feelings can wait a little bit longer, for now I need to know what happened.

"Sure?" Adjusting my robe in full concentration I almost laugh at the situation. Instead, I smile warmly.

"Yeah. Yeah. Is something wrong?" A ghost smile grace his lips, twitching it up a tad bit. His eyes ran over my scantily clad body slowly and lovingly before tilting my head to his.

"Nothing is wrong princess. I have to go attend to some business, so go to sleep and I'll be with you shortly."

I watch him walk out of the room, letting out an exasperated sigh silently climbing the stairs to the bedroom. Plopping down on the bed looking to the ceiling, I'm met with the mirror image looking right back at me. Seconds turns to minutes as minutes drags into timed hours. My eyes felt droopy, switching positions to my side facing the door waiting to see him walk through the white door. He didn't. Slowly my eyes flickers to a close as I wish I said those words to him feeling an inevitable iffy feeling creep into my heart.

***

"Nia?" Elijah wakes me up. I was about to say something when his index moves to his lips. "Shh, get up. We have to go, now." And I get to notice the whispering.

"Why? What happened? Is something wrong? Elijah talk to me please. You are scaring me."

"I think we became someone's target." In alarm I sat up looking at him in a knelt position facing me. He looks scared and it wasn't for him...

It is for me.