She fought it when I pulled her into me.
Of course, she did.
Elsa is the type who feels like she’s failing herself if she doesn’t fight.
But she should know by now that her fight is futile.
Eventually, her energy waned and she fell into a deep, exhausted sleep.
We’re still on the sofa. The leather creaks as I manoeuvre her so she’s half-lying atop of me. Her head rests on my chest and my leg wraps around hers.
I can’t get close enough to Elsa.
Or touch her deep enough.
Not when a great part of her mind is numb to me.
I tilt my head to the side to get a better view of her.
Her uniform is in disarray, and the sorry excuse of a skirt barely hides her bare pussy. I’m tempted to finger her tight walls and make her come all over again and again.
The exhaustion on her brows stops me.
Dishevelled blonde strands fall on my chest. I run my fingers through her hair, stroking it back. She smells of coconut, sex, and me.
She smells of me and I’ll do anything to make sure she always does.
Elsa moans and mumbles something in her sleep.
My dick hardens in an instant.
She can lie to me all she likes, but her subconscious is the truth.
The truth is in the way she wraps her leg around mine. Or how she keeps her hand at the small of my back as if she doesn’t want to let me go.
Or maybe I’m being fucking delusional.
I become that way around this girl.
She had this effect on me long before she realised it herself.
For what seems like forever, she’s been carefully tucked beneath my skin like an unreachable itch.
I knew there would be a day where I would have to cut that itch clean, but I never planned for it to go this way.
I never planned for this fucking girl to get to me the way she did.
Jonathan and Uncle James — when he was alive — taught me and Lev to plan our moves before making them.
I’ve been raised on strategic thinking. Every move and every piece has a purpose.
Jonathan used to say that a king isn’t a king by title only, it’s also because of the power he has to bring everyone to their knees in front of him.
For my entire life, when I plan to do something, the result is clear before I even take the first step.
Until her.
Elsa fucking Steel.