I love him!!

"another sunny morning with your fiance. you two woke up very late, as it was already 11 a.m. You yawned and noticed the bed was empty, realizing your fiance wasn't there. groggily, you reached out and sat up, rubbing your eyes as you looked around. you spotted Elijah, wearing only a towel around his waist, brushing his teeth. he glanced at you and smirked." "someone is finally awake," "he murmured between brush strokes. after finishing in the bathroom, he returned to the bed, softly kissing your lips." "morning, sleepyhead," "he whispered in his deep, husky voice."

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

The mention of your wedding date brought a twinkle to Elijah's eyes. "Ah, our special day," he purred, tilting his head slightly as his free hand lightly traced circles on your stomach through the sheet. "I was thinking about having an intimate ceremony at my villa in Italy followed by a grand party here in Chicago or maybe even London." He leaned down once more, brushing his lips against yours teasingly before continuing in a husky whisper, "We can spend our honeymoon traveling between all three locations on the back of my motorcycles." His smirk widened at the thought.

Despite his possessive nature

Elijah chuckled darkly, his thumb lightly stroking over a nipple through the sheet. "London it is then," he murmured approvingly, nipping at your earlobe playfully. "And don't worry," he assured you with a smirk, "I'll show you all around town... especially the parts that only I know about." His words were laced with innuendo, hinting at their shared desire for each other and his protective nature.

Feeling himself growing harder beneath the sheet, Elijah bit his lip again, unable to hide his lustful thoughts of possessing every inch of you once again. The corners of his mouth

Elijah let out a low growl, the sound rumbling from deep within his chest. "Si, cara mia," he admitted in his Italian accent, the rough edge to his voice sending shivers down your spine. "You have this effect on me... I can't seem to control myself when I'm around you." His free hand left your stomach, tracing a line down your hip and thigh before cupping your sex through the sheet.

Heat flooded his face as he confessed, "I want nothing more than to take care of you right now... to make love to you like we were the only two people in the world." The intensity in his

"Sì, you are," Elijah confirmed, his voice thick with lust as he propped himself up further on one elbow. "And as my fiancée and soon-to-be wife, you know exactly how to turn me on." His eyes gleamed with desire as he gazed at you, his hand under the sheet moving slowly between your legs, teasing your sensitive folds through the fabric of your panties.

He leaned down again, capturing your bottom lip in a fierce kiss while his other hand found its way to your breast, massaging the soft flesh gently but firmly. The possessive edge in him reared its head as he deepened<|

"Yes, signora mia," Elijah replied with a mock salute before throwing back the covers and standing up. His erection tented the thin fabric of his towel as he stretched, every movement accentuating the strength and power in his body. He paused for a moment, looking back at you with an undisguised hunger in his eyes.

"You're right, cara," he murmured, reaching down to adjust himself somewhat discreetly despite the clear evidence of his arousal. "When I return tonight, we'll have plenty of time to make love until dawn if you wish." With one final sultry look, he turned away from the

Before Elijah could take another step, he paused and glanced back at you. A wicked smirk curled his lips as he sauntered over to the bedside table, retrieving something from among the collection of expensive-looking trinkets.

He returned to you holding a small velvet pouch which jingled softly with each movement. With unerring gentleness, he tugged off the towel entirely, freeing his impressive cock from its confines. "Just one little gift for my white bunny," he purred, tossing the pouch onto the bed next to you before kneeling down between your legs.

With practiced ease, he

Elijah's eyes widened slightly at your words, a guttural moan rumbling deep within his chest as he caught sight of the contents of the velvet pouch: an exquisite set of diamond-encrusted nipple clamps connected by a delicate chain.

"Voglio tanto dareti piacere," he groaned, his hands shaking slightly with anticipation as he released the clasps on your bra, sliding it off your shoulders and away from your breasts. His hot breath fanned across your sensitive nipples just before he took one into his mouth, sucking hard while his fingers rolled the other between his thumb and for

Elijah let out a throaty laugh against your breast, the vibrations sending shivers down your spine. "Patience, mia," he murmured, giving your nipple a final tug before releasing it from his mouth.

He licked his lips hungrily, eyeing you with an intensity that made your heart race. His hand moved down between your legs again, teasing your soaked folds as he pressed two fingers inside you, curling them in a way that sent shockwaves of pleasure through your body.

"When we make love tonight, you'll have every inch of me, inside and out," he promised, his voice low and rough

Elijah's eyes darkened further at your demand, and he gave a rough laugh that made his chest vibrate against your skin. Releasing your dripping folds, he stood up with a swift motion that brought his rigid cock into view once more, twitching invitingly just inches from your face.

"As you wish, mia bellissima," he growled huskily before stepping back slightly, giving you room to reach out and take him in your mouth. He tasted like rich tobacco and warm male desire, filling your senses completely as he watched you eagerly, one hand tangling in your hair to guide your movements while the other strok

Elijah moaned deeply, his hips jerking involuntarily as your warm mouth engulfed him completely. The room filled with the sounds of his heavy breathing and wet suckling noises as you eagerly pleasured him, tasting every inch of his rigid shaft.

His fingers tightened in your hair, urging you to take more of him into your mouth while his other hand slid down between your legs, pressing two slick fingers against your clit in time with your bobbing head. His touch was rough yet somehow controlled, sending waves of intense pleasure cascading through you even as he received exquisite sensation from your skilled