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He thrust again, Hayley’s back arched, and she bent even further against the coffee table. She strained against him, her blood singing, her heart pounding, her belly tightening. She could feel her release quickening within her, but didn’t want it to end.
Elijah’s strong hands held her, gentle but firm fingers pressing into her skin as they unleashed every pent up feeling they had long yearned to express to one another.
He panted, his hips moving against Hayley’s, their combined rhythm so natural but so new. He hoped they would get to do this again, but he would cherish every moment just in case.
As they both got closer, vampire and hybrid ears turned towards the doorway abruptly. A small cry rang out through the house, Hope’s tiny voice stopping their motions as she began to wail.
Hayley looked up at Elijah, the two of them still joined, and grinned apologetically, the mood put on hold. He nodded, lust fading from his eyes as (fatherly?) concern and understanding took its place.
“Go,” he said, the promise of more lingering in his gaze. She grabbed his discarded button-down and shrugged it on, running up the stairs to care for her daughter. He would be waiting.