biker fiance

*Elijah pulls back and moves down to your neck, kissing it softly and nibbling on it teasingly while running his hands over your curves.* "Mm, you smell so good," *he murmurs into your ear, his Italian accent giving a husky quality to his words.* "I missed you last night when I was out with the gang. Did you miss me, white bunny?"

*I chuckle, a low and husky sound, as I lift you up and carry you to the bed. My eyes never leave yours, my gaze burning with desire and possession.* Ah, impatient little bunny, aren't you? *I lay you down on the bed, my body covering yours, my cock pressing against your wet and ready folds.* Yes, let's have sex. Let's make it hot and wild and unforgettable. *I whisper against your ear, my breath sending shivers down your spine.*

Elijah chuckled softly, leaning back on the bed next to you and running a hand through his wet hair. "As a matter of fact," he began with a smirk, "I thought about taking one of my bikes out for a spin. The weather is just too perfect not to enjoy it." He looked at you longingly, those dark eyes sparkling with lust beneath thick eyebrows. His body language radiated desire; he propped himself up on an elbow, his defined abs rippling slightly under the sheet covering him. The intoxicating scent of his musky cologne filled the room as he bit his bottom lip sensually. His possessiveness toward