Chapter 41: Delicious as fuck! (M)
Elijah’s POV:
The sun had already begun to set when I arrived home. The front door opened with a creak, and I made my way inside, guided by the flickering light lining the halls. The soft glow of the candles cast eerie shadows on the walls, adding to the quiet, almost sacred atmosphere of the evening. The scent of lavender and sandalwood wafted through the air, soothing yet arousing.
My lips spreaded into a smile. Someone seemed to have prepared a lot to set the mood.
My footsteps echoed through the marble floors as I entered the living room and saw Ash, passed out on the plush couch. His dark hair was tousled, and his chest rose and fell with steady breaths, the rhythmic motion almost hypnotic. The dim light accentuated the gentle rise and fall of his chest, making him look both vulnerable and enticing.
"Why is he sleeping here?" I asked, my voice a low rumble.
"He fell asleep while waiting for you, sir," the servants informed me, their eyes downcast in deference.
My gaze drifted to his bathrobe that was revealing his smooth skin. His exposed collarbone and the slight parting of his robe hinted at the beauty beneath. My eyes darkened as I inhaled a deep breath to keep my overflowing desires tamed. The sight of his partially revealed body sent a surge of heat through me, making it difficult to maintain my composure.
"Should we prepare dinner for you, sir?" the servants asked, their voices hushed in respect, probably not to wake Ash up.
My thoughts were far from food at that moment. "No," I replied tersely, dismissing them for the night. The idea of sitting down to eat felt almost absurd with his enticing form sprawled before me.
Turning my attention back to Ash, I closed the distance between us with determined steps. Gently lifting him into my arms, I marveled at how weightless he felt. He remained blissfully unaware as I carried him toward our bedroom, where I would tend to him for the rest of the night. I carefully laid him on the bed, ensuring he was comfortable. The softness of the mattress seemed to mold around him, cradling his form perfectly.
Lying next to him, I admired the peaceful expression on his face. His features were like a work of art, every angle and line carved perfectly. The soft curve of his lips, the delicate arch of his eyebrows, and the slight flush of his cheeks all contributed to his ethereal beauty. My fingers twitched with a desperate need to touch and taste every inch of his body. The dim light from the bedside lamp cast a warm glow over his skin, highlighting the contours of his face and body.
It was as if my hand had a mind of its own as it slowly traced its way over his thighs, reveling in the softness of his skin and the subtle muscles beneath. It made me swallow hard, my throat suddenly dry with thirst. My fingers soon found his ass, and I started caressing it, feeling pleased with the plumpness and firmness of his flesh. The sensation of his smooth skin under my fingertips was intoxicating.