Aria's voice trembled as she revealed the visions she'd uncovered from the council meeting. Elijah's expression transformed from calm to stunned, his eyes narrowing.
"Three of them... betraying me?" Elijah's deep voice was laced with disbelief and anger.
Aria nodded, her heart racing. "I saw it, Elijah. They're planning something sinister."
Elijah's jaw clenched, his gaze piercing. "You're staying here tonight, Aria. Lila will be out all night."
Aria's cheeks flushed as she hesitated. "I shouldn't..."
Elijah's tone brooked no argument. "You have no say in that. It's an order from your Alpha."
Aria's eyes widened, unsure how to respond. The command sent shivers down her spine.
That evening, the maids presented a sumptuous dinner, with an astonishing array of dishes. Aria's eyes grew wide.
"There's... so much food," she stammered.
As they sat down to eat, Aria couldn't shake off the feeling of being under Elijah's intense scrutiny. The silence between them was palpable, filled with unspoken tensions.
_After the meal, the maids pampered Aria with a soothing bath and gentle care, leading her to her assigned room. The lavish space resembled a royal princess's chamber, leaving Aria feeling tiny and awestruck._
_As she sank into the plush, woolen-soft bed, Elijah's knock broke the silence. "I'm coming in," he announced, not waiting for her response. His majestic stride devoured the distance, and Aria sat up, her heart skipping a beat._
"Elijah, I..." she began, but he cut her off.
"Are you comfortable here, or would you prefer my bed?" His gaze sparkled with mischief, making Aria's cheeks blaze.
"I-I like it here," she stammered.
Elijah's lips curved into a sly smile. "Good." He closed the distance, his lips claiming hers in a tender, yet possessive kiss. Aria's lips parted, inviting more. Their daily kisses had become a comforting ritual.
As Elijah explored her mouth, he gently guided her back onto the bed, his hands cradling her head. Aria's thoughts melted away, replaced by the warmth of his touch.
After the kiss, they lingered, entwined. Elijah's arms enveloped her, holding her close to his chest. Aria felt a flutter in her chest, a yearning for more. The silence stretched, filled with unspoken tension.
As she turned to gaze at Elijah, his eyes were closed, his breathing slow and steady. She realized, with a start, that he had fallen asleep.
Aria tried to slip out of his grasp, but Elijah's hold remained firm. She relaxed, letting his warmth envelop her. Before she knew it, her eyelids grew heavy, and she drifted into a peaceful slumber.
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Morning light crept into the room, and Aria woke, nestled in Elijah's embracing hold. His grip remained firm, as if reluctant to release her even in sleep. She gazed at his peaceful face, admiring the chiseled features that made her heart skip a beat. His perfection was almost otherworldly.
Curiosity getting the better of her, Aria focused on reading Elijah's visions. She saw his mother's gentle smile, but it morphed into Aria's own face. The scene shifted, and they were entwined, lost in passionate lovemaking. Aria's cheeks flushed as she witnessed her own melodic moans and Elijah's husky grunts.
Uncomfortable with the intensity of the vision, Aria withdrew from his thoughts. Her gaze drifted down, noticing the pronounced bulge in his pants. Realization dawned – Elijah was having a wet dream about her.
Emboldened by his slumber, Aria traced the contours of his face with her fingertips. From the strong brows to the sharp eye sockets, the straight nose, and the inviting lips. She couldn't resist a gentle peck.
A second, softer kiss followed. Elijah's eyes flickered open, and he captured her neck, pulling her into a deep, sloppy kiss. His hands roamed, and Aria felt the room spin.
"Elijah..." she whispered, lost in the fervor.
He responded by undoing the buttons of her nightgown, his touch sending shivers down her spine. As the fabric slipped away, Elijah's intensity heightened.
In a fluid motion, he shifted above her, his eyes burning with desire. Aria's heart pounded, her senses overwhelmed by the passion unfolding.
As Elijah's lips devoured hers, Aria felt her senses dissolve. His hands explored every curve, sending shivers down her spine. The room spun, and all that remained was Elijah's touch.
With a fluid motion, he slid the nightgown down her shoulders, revealing her delicate skin. Aria's cheeks flushed, but Elijah's gaze only intensified.
"You're breathtaking, witch," he whispered, his voice husky.
His lips trailed down her neck, sending tremors through her body. Aria's hands instinctively grasped his shoulders, holding on as the world tilted.
Elijah's fingers danced across her skin, leaving trails of fire. His touch ignited a deep longing within her. She arched into his caress, craving more.
"Aria, mine," Elijah murmured, his voice low and possessive.
As he claimed her lips again, the world around them melted away. Time stood still, leaving only the two of them, lost in the fervor of their passion.
Aria's thoughts dissolved as Elijah's hands explored her body. His touch ignited a fire within her, melting her inhibitions. She surrendered to his caress, her body responding with a will of its own.
Elijah's lips left hers, trailing down her neck and shoulders. His hot breath sent shivers down her spine as he whispered sweet nothings.
"Aria, you're mine. Every inch of you."
His fingers traced the curve of her waist, the swell of her hips. Aria's pulse quickened, her heart racing with anticipation.
With a gentle tug, Elijah drew her closer, their bodies aligning. Aria felt the hardness of his chest, the warmth of his skin.
Their lips met again, the kiss deepening. Elijah's hands roamed, exploring every contour. Aria's senses reeled, overwhelmed by the intensity of their passion.
Suddenly, Elijah broke away, his chest heaving. "Aria, look at me."
Their eyes locked, the connection sparking like electricity. Elijah's gaze burned with desire, his eyes crinkling at the corners.
"I want you," he whispered, his voice low and husky. "All of you."
Aria's heart skipped a beat. She saw the sincerity in his eyes, the depth of his emotion.
"I want you too," she replied, her voice barely audible.
Elijah's face softened, his expression tender. "Then let go, Aria. Let me in."
And she did let go. His hardness is gently pushing into her thighs and warmth. The first push had Aria in pain but soon, she welcomed it more and it soon turned to pleasure.
Her gentle moans motivates the movement of Elijah's waist plowing in and out of her warmth.
Elijah's hands traced the curves of her hips, his touch sending waves of pleasure through her body. Aria's fingers dug into his shoulders, her nails scraping against his skin.
Their lips met again, the kiss deepening. Elijah's tongue explored her mouth, sending shivers down her spine.
As they moved together, Aria felt her senses dissolve. The world around her melted away, leaving only Elijah.
Suddenly, Elijah's body tensed beneath her. His eyes locked onto hers, filled with a primal intensity.
"Aria, I..." he whispered, his voice strained.
"Yes, Elijah," she replied, her voice barely audible.
With one final thrust, Elijah's body shuddered beneath hers. Aria felt her own release, her body trembling with pleasure.
As they lay there, entwined, Aria knew that nothing would ever be the same again.
Their hearts still racing, they shared a soft, gentle kiss.
"I love you, Aria," Elijah whispered, his voice filled with emotion.
Aria's heart swelled.