The speed at which he strips out of his clothes is laughable. Then he stalks towards me, eyes dark with desire.
He lifts a hand, running his fingers over my collarbone. I feel his touch everywhere, my whole-body tingling with anticipation. He pushes one bra strap off my shoulder, then the other. When he reaches around to unclasp it, I gasp as I’m bared to him.
Despite all the time that’s passed, I’m still shocked by how much I want him. How this never gets old.
Eli slowly drops to his knees, fingers slipping into the sides of the lace thong. He tugs it down, helping me step out of it.
He inhales as he presses his face between my thighs. His tongue darts out, running up my slit. I moan as he sucks my clit into his mouth.
My hands clutch his hair, just to keep myself upright.
Two fingers slide into me, curling upwards.
I grind my hips against his face.He doesn’t complain, even though he’s probably suffocating down there. He just keeps going—mouth and fingers—until I’m trembling, crying out his name.
Eli stands and kisses me deeply before pulling away. He lies back on the bed, cock pointing straight up, and taps his thighs. “Ride me, Angel.”
Don’t have to ask me twice.
I straddle him, positioning his cock at my entrance before sinking down, revelling in every delicious inch as he spreads me open.
My hands press into his chest while Eli grips my hips, helping lift me up and down, bouncing me on his cock.
"You're a goddess," Eli whispers, reverent as he looks up at me. "My angel."
It doesn’t take long before my back bows, my eyes rolling as an orgasm tears through me.
“Fuck!” I cry as it crashes over me.
Before it even fades, Eli flips us, pounding into me and forcing a second orgasm to build. My legs wrap around his waist.
Tears spring to my eyes. Incoherent moans spill from my lips.
“That’s it, Angel,” he groans. “You’re taking me so well.”
Then Eli is the one breaking, muscles in his back tensing as I cling to him.
He spills deep inside me, whispering how much he loves me—how he can’t believe I chose him, how grateful he is for me.
When he pulls out and heads to the bathroom for a cloth, I lie still, knowing he’ll take care of me.
My life doesn’t look anything like I expected it to.
But I wouldn’t change a thing.
I chose the man who would burn the world down to keep me from disappearing.
A good therapist helps a patient find their own strength. I just helped mine find a better way to hide his weapons.
I still consult. I still listen to the broken and bruised. I help people navigate their darkness, while I go home and sleep in the arms of the man who disposes of mine. I am the ultimate professional lie.
I didn’t fix Eli, and he didn’t fix me.
We found a way to be broken together.
Epilogue
Two Years Later