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“You’re stronger than you can possibly imagine,” he said, and she could hear his smile. “You’re the strongest person I’ve ever met.”
“I’m not strong without you.”
“Yes, you are. And I know it because I’ve gotten so much of my strength from you,” he said. “Just being near you has given me so much strength, and just knowing you’re alive in this world will give me all the strength I need for the rest of my life. No matter what else happens I’ve had this time with you, and I treasure it. I’ll remember every little moment we’ve had for the rest of my days.”
He began kissing her, then, his lips caressing the skin of her neck, her cheek, his fingers drifting along her face, arms, breasts, touching her body, warming her, relaxing her, creating the heat that was unlike anything Caelyn had ever known.
She moaned as Elijah laid her back to the hardwood floor and began kissing her lips with slow burning passion.
As their lips touched, and then his tongue met hers, Caelyn’s sensed opened up to Elijah in a new way, a deeper way than what she’d ever experienced with him in the past. It was almost as if, in knowing that this might be their last night together, she was suddenly able to appreciate him in an entirely new way.
She let Elijah explore her body, moaning, her breathing deep and full as she enjoyed his attention without any self-consciousness or worry. Her eyes had adjusted more to the darkness, and there was just enough light coming in from the window that she could look into his eyes as he looked into hers.
Gently, he removed her clothing and then his own, continuing to kiss and love her with exquisite softness as his naked body pressed against hers. Their flesh was hot, burning almost, and the fire she felt as he pressed deeply into her was like nothing she’d ever imagined in her wildest dreams.
She cried out in intense pleasure, and the pleasure was all the more poignant because it was infused with the knowledge that this might never happen again.
Every second was pure bliss, and the time stretched out in a way that made their lovemaking seem like it was almost an eternity.
He was inside her for a long time, moving slowly at first, stirring her, making her moan with deep pleasure, and then he was going faster as he seemed to instinctively sense that she was needing more and more.
And Elijah gave her more, and his body was graceful and sexual and strong and every part of him was connected to every part of her.
She didn’t know anymore where he started and she ended.
She didn’t care anymore.
And then the passion was cresting, and Caelyn cried out in total abandon, having one orgasm after another.
When it was over, Elijah stayed there, caressing her hair, and kissing her. Their bodies had created heat and sweat, and they stayed connected like that for a long time.
“I don’t want you to ever leave me,” she said, looking into his dark eyes.
“I’ll always be here, just like this,” he reassured her.
But then he rolled off and cradled her in his arms, and Caelyn felt an emptiness open inside her body, like a canyon, and she knew that he was leaving soon. He was going to be gone.
Elijah fell asleep not long after, but Caelyn wasn’t able to. She sat up and looked out the window, having heard some people’s voices. She realized it was coming from the house right next door.
There was a family carrying shopping bags into the house together. A father, a mother, a teenage girl and another little girl who couldn’t have been more than four or five years old.
Watching them, Caelyn sensed that they were truly a happy family, which seemed rare somehow—and beautiful in a way. She couldn’t hear exactly what they were saying, but she watched the way they interacted. The way the parents were so gentle with the toddler, and the way the teenager laughed and seemed happy to be with her mother and father, instead of annoyed and sulky like most