Elijah had always dated women that were conceited, so superficial it was sickening at times. Freya was all woman though, plump and thick in all the right places, with a waist that was wide enough for him to hold onto when he was making her feel good. Elijah loved that about her, loved that she was made to take the kind of pleasure he wanted to give her. “God, Freya.” Elijah ran a hand over his mouth, the sound of his palm moving over the stubble on his cheeks seeming overly loud even though the fire beside them crackled. “Your body is so fucking gorgeous.” And it was, God, it so was. Then he was right in front of her again, not able to control himself. He framed her face with his hands, tilting her head to the side, and kissing her until she was moaning and had her hands latched onto his biceps. He licked and sucked at her lips, so addicted to her he couldn’t stop himself, couldn’t control himself. Elijah drew her tongue into his mouth, and then ground his erection into her bare belly.
