Dear Enemy, You're My Mate

Chapter 106 **

Kyra

Elijah is bouncing me up and down on his cock. It's fantastic, his cock is so thick, but his piercing gaze is hard to swallow. I've been avoiding his eyes for the entire duration, embarrassed by the sounds leaving my lips. What if he is embarrassed by me?

"Kyra...?"

I suppress the urge to moan when he lifts his ass from the ground, thrusting deeply into me. Oh-my-fucking-god. Elijah is a beast. I see stars and grow weak in my limbs.

"Kyra, look at me."

I don't listen.

"Kyra..." Elijah slows his speed, and the building pleasure stops growing, forcing me to bounce faster. But Elijah stills my legs, holding me in place as he speaks. "If you want my cock, then you need to look at me."

The authoritative tone in his voice got me peering down at him. Elijah smiles in satisfaction. He looks downright delicious, with his captivating abs and mischievous eyes.

I squeeze my legs, knowing I'm about a hundred times wetter. How that is even possible is beyond me, but Elijah is so gorgeous and utterly handsome, and the cock deep inside of me is overwhelming.

"You're beautiful..." Elijah sizes me up. "I want you to grab your tits while I fuck you, Kyra. Squeeze them for me."

My hands reach to touch my breasts, and Elijah rolls his hips, making it hard to keep my back arched. I moan in pleasure and use my thumbs to play with my nipples, hoping it pleases the savage man.

Elijah licks his lips. "Harder, make it hurt."

I squeeze my breasts, and Elijah shifts beneath me, dragging his giant palms up my thighs. I love his touch. The sensation makes me experience a row of shudders, especially when he pulls me down to lie on top of him.

"You're perfect..." He keeps pounding into me, lifting me from the floor with each thrust. My added weight doesn't bother him, and I moan when he sucks my neck. His warm tongue flicks in and out before he speaks against my skin. "May I drink your blood?"

I'm out of breath. "Yes..."

"Are you sure?"

I'm addicted to his special moves, the rolling of his hips which allows his massive cock to penetrate me further. I'm shuddering like crazy, yet I manage to pant something sounding like a yes.

Elijah chuckles before biting hard into my skin. I cry out, but then pain is replaced with bliss. I can sense it go through in my entire bloodstream. It travels with the speed of light, spreading to every part of my body. Even my toes curl from the immeasurable pleasure.

He slams into me again—over and over, making me scream so loudly I'm sure the other guests in the hotel can hear me. His teeth sink deeper into my neck as he squeezes my ass and impales me—going deeper and deeper with every stroke.

I claw wildly at his neck, wishing for the passionate torture to cease. I'm devastated by pleasure, sharking in my skin, but I can't bring myself to tell him to stop—it feels way too good.

Elijah pulls out his teeth from my skin, and I moan when he licks the trickling blood from my neck. He then dips his head and begins kissing my hardened nipples—sucking them with greed, nearly sending me toppling over the edge.

I can no longer take it at some point, and convulsions overtake my entire body when Elijah's venom courses through my veins. I come hard and fast with multiple orgasms making me spasm. My limbs grow weak, and I melt on top of the vampire, who wraps his arms around me.

Elijah gathers me in his brawny arms without saying a word and carries me to the bed. He lays me down gently and smiles at me before leaving the room. It makes me worry that I came too fast and bore him, but the handsome vampire returns with a wet cloth.

He carefully spreads my legs and wipes between my inner thighs with delicate swipes. My heart squeezes in my chest. Elijah is kind, and he gives me a crooked smile.

"It happens to everyone the first time." His lips curl even higher, and I have to fight the urge to touch his face. "Having sex with a vampire is different and intense, especially since I'm an original. And the first time my venom strikes, most people pass out."

Elijah sits next to me on the bed, running his fingers possessively over a scar on my leg. I keep watching him with my eyelids growing heavy. Once he catches me looking at him, he breathes a laugh.

"You should rest." I study him rake a finger through his hair, making the muscles bulge in his arm. He is a beautiful specimen. If I could, I would buy him as a painting and use him for inspiration every time I needed release.

Holy shit.

I'm so messed up in the head.

I wet my lips. "Will you be here when I wake up?"

Elijah draws closer and lies down next to me. He rests his cheek in his palm and watches me with those red eyes of his.

"Do you want me to stay?"

I somehow get the impression Elijah isn't used to cuddling. He seems like the type who has sex, and then he is done.

But I want him to hold me.

"Yes," my answer seems to surprise him. His lips part, and I hurry to add more words while feeling brave. "I want you to be next to me, near me. Or doesn't the vampire cuddle?"

Amusement crosses his features, but I think I might have taken water over my head.

I didn't expect him to stare at me as if I've given him a challenge, and the smirk spreading over his lips gives me butterflies.

"I love to cuddle."

Elijah strokes his hand down my waist, then pulls me into his chest, granting me access to his scent. He smells like heaven and detergent, and I would bask at this moment had I not been so nervous.

I want to be close, but my arm shakes as I hook it around Elijah. My fingers grace his muscular back, and the man kisses the top of my head, bringing heat to my cheeks.

"Vampires don't need sleep to function, but I can lie here all night without growing bored."

I mumble into his chest. "Good, because I don't want you to let go."

Elijah chuckles. "My honest little mate."

Did he call me his mate?

The room seems to grow almost uncomfortably warm, but I don't care. Bubbles of joy lift from my chest, and I smile because I have this notion Elijah and I might become something beautiful.